A Tale Of Two Dragons

“Finally,” he grumbled. “Signs that you are, actually, a bloody royal.”

“I am a royal. Royal blood runs through my veins, and my aunts say that my mother left me a vast fortune that my father didn’t know about. Now it’s all mine. They’ve been saving it for me. A dragon’s hoard of jewels and gold, just for me.”

“What is your point in telling me this?”

“So you’ll know that I’m a powerful royal now with all my gold.”

“And?”

“You better be nice to me.”

“Or what?” he challenged, his dark silver brows pulled low, his brown eyes annoyed. Addolgar the Cheerful was definitely a healer’s nightmare. He was always in such good spirits that when he was truly wounded or ill, he just became an incorrigible baby.

A handsome, adorable, incorrigible baby.

Braith moved to the foot of the bed and using one finger, stroked it down the arch of Addolgar’s foot, then using three fingers, she slipped her hand under the cover and stroked carefully across Addolgar’s bandaged ankle and up his calf.

“What are you doing?” he asked as she, and her hand, moved forward.

“Amusing myself as powerful royals are allowed to do.” She dragged her fingers up his inside thigh. “Are you, Low Born, saying I’m not allowed to amuse myself with you?”

Still frowning, Addolgar stared at her, clearly confused. Until the back of her hand brushed against his cock, and his entire body jerked in surprise. His frown slowly faded and he gazed at her with wide eyes.

“Well,” she pushed, “am I not allowed to amuse myself with you?”

Addolgar cleared his throat, shook his head. “Of course you are . . . powerful royal. Amuse yourself all you’d like.”

When had Braith become this brazen little wench who couldn’t seem to stop smiling and touching his cock? Not that he minded her being a brazen little wench. He liked her a lot. Perhaps more than he should. But now he knew he’d been right all along. Braith had been missing something. But now, back with her kin, a part of them, she was whole once more. And being whole would make anyone happy.

And a happy Braith was a Braith who brazenly put her hand under his fur covering and stroked his cock.

Her fingers strong and firm, she smiled as she watched him.

“Unchain me, Braith,” he ordered, desperate to get his hands on her. To drag her to the bed and take her, hard and fast.

But Braith’s reply was a simple, “No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“No,” she said again, her hand still stroking him.

“Dammit, Braith, get these chains off me!”

“No.”

“I’ll tear this bed apart,” he threatened.

“And then you’ll have to answer to my aunts. They’re very proud of this bed. Ripped some poor bloke’s castle apart, stone by stone, to get it, too. Do you want to tell them what happened to their bed when they get back?”

Growling and seriously annoyed, Addolgar still had to admit, “No. I do not.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Who knew Braith could be so bloody smug? So damn haughty? And gods in heaven, a hand had never felt so good before.

“Braith,” he groaned out, unable to stay mad at her for long when she was doing such wonderful things to —

“Oy!” he snapped when she pulled her hand away. “Put your hand back there, female!”

“Calm yourself, Sergeant.”

She grabbed the bottom of her green cotton shirt, a loan from one of her cousins. Clothes from a fellow female that actually fit Braith’s shoulders, neck, and arms. She pulled the material over her head and tossed it aside.

“I’ll be right back,” she said before burrowing under the fur covering.

Addolgar leaned up to see what she was doing. “You’ll be right back? Braith of the Darkness, what exactly are you up—gods!”

Her hot mouth pressed against the side of his cock, her tongue teasing as it followed the veins to the tip.

Addolgar got even harder. As he was unable to see anything but her head moving under that fur covering, all he could do was feel and it felt bloody amazing.

He gripped the chains with his fingers, cursing the fact that Braith seemed to be right. Volcano dragon steel was impossible to break.

Braith now had the head of his cock in her mouth, and Addolgar was trying to focus on the crystals hanging from the cave ceiling. They sparkled, reflecting the light from the nearby pit fire.

No. That wasn’t working. He didn’t give a centaur’s shit about crystals hanging from the ceiling. He didn’t give a centaur’s shit about anything at the moment except Braith, her mouth, and what they were both doing to his cock.

Addolgar really didn’t think he could take much more, but then Braith did something no other female had ever done to him before—she released her flame.

Not a giant ball of it, meant to destroy or batter everything in her way. Just a bit of flame. Just enough, in fact, to almost have him coming right there.

“Braith,” he snarled out between gritted teeth. “Braith, get up here now. Now!”

She crawled up his chest until her head came out from under the fur covering. “Too much?” she asked. Although the grin on her face told him she didn’t care if it was.

“Get naked, Braith,” he ordered. “And ride me. Now.”

“But—”

“No more joking, Braith. Either you ride me now, hard, or I tear this bed apart and you will have to deal with your aunts. You.”

She sat up, the fur covering falling away as she did. Her nipples were hard, and she was breathing deep, her green eyes dark as she watched him.

“Fuck me, Braith of the Darkness,” Addolgar told her. “Fuck me before I destroy everything just to get to you.”

Braith couldn’t get out of her boots and trousers fast enough. In fact, she still had her trousers hanging from one leg when she straddled his hips. She couldn’t be bothered to take them off completely. Not when his cock was pointing right to the ceiling, hard and true, his face begging her to take what was hers.

Holding his cock between her fingers, she maneuvered over it, and then slowly lowered herself down. It filled her, so thick and long that Braith had to stretch her thighs farther apart. She took her hand away and let her weight do the rest.

When she finally rested against Addolgar’s body, they were both panting. She’d never felt like this before. It was as if her entire body was alive, feeling everything, wanting to feel everything. She no longer missed her safe haven in the cave where she spent all her hours alone. Not when she could have this. And for the first time in her life, she felt she could have this. She could have it if she wanted it.

She began rocking her hips against Addolgar, using her muscles to squeeze his cock. His back arched, pushing himself deeper inside her, and Braith leaned forward, pressing one hand against his chest to hold her body up.

She gazed deep into his eyes and Addolgar stared right back.