Summer of Frost (15 page)

He nodded, but there was a gleam in his eye.
“I know, and I understand, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy
ourselves together and finish what we started in our dreams?”

Smiling devilishly at him, I no longer
wanted to waste time and began to take off my clothes. “You are one
sneaky bastard, Drake.”

Once my clothes were discarded, I helped
Drake loosen his. I ran my hands over his warm skin while he did
the same to me, the sound of our labored breathing the only noise
in the room. In one quick move, he lifted me up and placed me on
the bed. He kissed me fiercely, trailing his hand down my cheek,
down my neck, until he settled on my breast. His thumb padded over
my nipple, making it hard and puckered while he massaged my breast.
He groaned deep in his chest and moved down to lick my sensitive
breast, sucking generously … tenderly. Arching my back, he wrapped
his arms around me, pulling me closer before settling me back down.
My core was wet and ready for the taking, but I knew we couldn’t
finish.

Slowly and deftly, Drake entered me with his
long fingers, thrusting them in and out. His tongue was hot and
greedy, exploring my body, and on top of the friction his hand was
bestowing upon me, I’d almost lost all control.

“I need to be inside you,” Drake
growled.

Breathless, I sighed, “Please don’t say
that, Drake. I want you too much right now.”

“Dammit, Sorcha, I can feel you getting
tighter,” he breathed. “You’re going to make
me
lose
control.”

His words and the sound of his voice was
enough to make me want to orgasm. Reaching between our bodies, I
trailed my fingers down his long, hard cock before surrounding it
with my hand. He jerked once and let out a shaky breath. “I can’t
let you have all the fun, can I?” I asked, sounding husky and
animalistic.

At a hard and steady pace, I moved up and
down his cock, enjoying the moans that escaped his lips. His rhythm
matched mine as we both pleasured each other. Only when I felt his
rigidness grow harder did I let myself give in.

“Oh … Drake!” I screamed, my back arching
off the bed.

“Sorcha … Ah!”

My body jolted as the orgasm sent shock
waves through every limb of my being. Drake collapsed beside me,
breathing heavy and holding me tight. I snuggled into his warmth,
and placed my head on his chest where his heart was beating
uncontrollably. He was mine, and I was his. The day couldn’t come
soon enough for us to be able to seal our bond.

“I love you, Sorcha. I know it may be soon,
but in all reality we’ve been together for a while now. I can’t
deny what’s in my heart any longer, and I don’t want to. You’re
mine, and I’m going to make it rightfully so the moment we come
back from this journey.”

“I like the sound of that, and just so you
know, I fell in love with you from the very beginning. I also hated
you at times, but that’s because you were more arrogant back
then.”

He laughed and kissed me deeply, making my
core tighten again. “I think I need a shower … a cold one,” he
admitted sheepishly, looking down between his legs where his cock
lay hard against his stomach.

“You are insatiable,” I moaned.

“Only for you, beautiful.”

We got out of bed and climbed in the shower
together. He worked his hands all over my body, cleansing me with
soap just as I did with him, both of us lingering on certain areas
of our bodies. After the shower, I dressed in one of his T-shirts
while he climbed into the bed naked.

“You’re killing me, Drake. How am I supposed
to sleep beside you like that?” I asked, placing my hands on my
hips.

He smiled. “Get used to it, beautiful.
You’re going to be sleeping beside me like this for the rest of
your life starting tonight. Now come over here.”

Drake held his arms out and I happily
allowed myself to be folded into his body. He held me tight,
breathing against my ear, until he soon relaxed his hold and fell
asleep. Closing my eyes, I imagined our dream world and let myself
fall into it. In that realm, nothing else mattered except us, and
our desires. We made love to each other that night, over and over,
until the sun came up the next day. Our journey was about to
begin.

Drake and I were planning to leave as soon
as possible. The longer we waited, the more time for things to
fail. I was packing a light bag when Oren entered the room. “Why do
you need a guardian,
ai dulin
? It seems you never need
me.”

“Oh, Oren,” I said, turning around. I walked
over to him and cupped his face in my hands. “I will always need
you. You know me better than anyone, and there’s no one else that
can put up with all my bullshit.”

“Then let me come with you,” he
insisted.

“No!” I replied forcefully. “I’ve seen the
way Calista looks without her guardian, and I don’t want that
emptiness inside of me. She misses Merrick, and every time she sees
you or Meliantha’s guardian, Ashur, she’s reminded of what she
lost. I’m not as strong as her, Oren.”

Oren wrapped his arms around my waist and
hugged me tight. We usually didn’t show a lot of physical
affection, but maybe the Summer heat was melting him a bit. When he
released me, he looked down at my newly changed skin. “I must say,
you look stunning like this. No more tanning beds for you?” He
laughed, while I scowled.

Ryder and Kalen used to give me hell when I
came back burnt like a lobster from experimenting with a tanning
bed one time in the mortal realm. I was red for a week, but then
right back to being pale the next. It was an experience from hell,
and one I’d never forgotten.

“It’s strange to think that we’re both going
to be Summer Fae,” I said thoughtfully.

Oren winked and nudged me in the side. “Who
says I’m going to follow you to your new court?”

“You better be!”

We both laughed, and once my bag was packed,
Oren walked me down to Drake who was waiting patiently by the
palace doors. After kissing Oren on the cheek, I whispered in his
ear, “Please say good-bye to Sarette for me.”

He nodded. “I will. Be careful,
ai
dulin
.”

“
Always,”
I replied back
silently.

When we walked down to the horses I was
confused. “Why are we riding horses?” I asked Drake curiously. “Why
can’t we just fly?”

Drake sighed, strapped my saddle in place,
and turned to face me. “I was hoping you wouldn’t ask, but since
you did I’ll tell you. We don’t know what’s going to happen on this
journey, but I want us to be prepared. If something was to happen
to me and I couldn’t fly, we would have the horses to help us.
Also, when I transform from dragon back to myself it wipes out a
lot of my energy.”

“Then why don’t we have others coming with
us to help?”

“Because, beautiful, if I needed to
transform quickly to get you away from danger, where would that
leave my warriors? I wouldn’t be able to protect them or get them
out safely. It would be sentencing them to death.”

He helped me up on my horse, and climbed up
on his looking confident and strong. The gold plated armor, along
with the sleekness of his body, made him look like a God of War. No
wonder everyone was in awe and also afraid of him.

“I understand,” I said.

It all made sense after he explained. We had
to do this alone, to be quick and stealthy, and to spare the lives
of so many others if they were to come with us and danger followed.
Drake rode up beside me and pulled me over by the arm until he
could reach my lips.

“Last night was amazing,” he breathed
against my lips. “Let’s get this over with so I can claim your body
and make you my queen.”

His gray eyes slit to that of the dragon,
which I’d grown to realize they did when he felt strongly about
something. It was amazing to watch and also intoxicating to know he
felt that strongly for me. “Sounds good to me,” I replied
breathlessly.

We took off at a rapid pace toward the
Endelyn Mountains, where the scroll was supposed to be hidden. If
everything went smoothly, we should get there by tomorrow and be
back by nightfall. We were one step closer.

Watching Sorcha on her horse—the way she
rode, the way her sleek black hair billowed out in the wind—made me
hard as a rock. No other female has made we want something so bad
the way she makes me want her. The magical pull to her didn’t help
matters either.

We laughed and raced for hours until the
terrain grew too wooded and bumpy to continue at that fast pace. It
also helped give the horses a break. “You’re really competitive.
It’s one of the things I love about you,” I said to her.

She laughed. “Yeah, you should know about
that. Don’t you remember how angry I’d get when you’d kick my ass
when we trained in our dreams?”

Smiling, I remembered our dreams very well.
I’d taught her so many new moves and she was an ace at them. “I did
that on purpose, you know. You were always so hot when you got
angry. It was a warrior’s wet dream come true.”

Rolling her eyes, she smacked me on the arm.
We rode side by side in silence until a noise off to the side had
us halting in our tracks. I drew my sword just as Sorcha grabbed
her spear. “Someone’s out there,” I said carefully. The forest was
quiet, but I could hear the labored breathing of someone, or
something, coming from the thicket. “Wait here,” I commanded
forcefully. She narrowed her eyes, but nodded. Thankfully, she
didn’t argue with me.

Climbing off my horse, I headed straight for
the overgrown grass of the thicket. Slowly and with my sword drawn,
I made my way to what appeared to be a warrior lying on the ground.
When the person came into view my eyes grew wide in shock.

“Sorcha!” I yelled.

She jumped off her horse and ran straight to
me. When she looked down at the warrior on the ground she screamed
in joy. “Alston!” she called out, falling to her knees beside
him.

He opened his eyes wearily and settled them
on her. “Sorcha?” he responded weakly, pulling her down to the
ground and into his arms.

Jealousy instantly flared in my gut watching
him touch her, but I clenched my teeth together to keep my mouth
shut. I didn’t wish the guy to be dead, and I was glad he was alive
for Sorcha’s sake, but why the hell was he always in the way
somehow?

“We thought you were dead! Sarette thinks
you’re dead! She’s been grieving for days,” Sorcha said to him.

When his eyes focused on her they instantly
grew dark and dangerous. “Well I see
you
hadn’t been
grieving for me,” he spat out.

I was two seconds away from shutting that
mouth of his up when Sorcha beat me to it. “Really, Alston? That’s
what you have to say to me after we find your sorry ass. Get over
yourself!” She got up from the ground and came to my side. Alston
staggered to his feet, glaring at Sorcha and me. I kept my face
blank, but made sure to show some of the smugness I felt.