his new mate, nor her swift change from soft to fierce.
“You are completely deranged if you think I am going to stay behind locked in a castle while you go after my family.”
Ladon held her tight around the waist, keeping her in place on his lap. “We will have enough to carry without one more.”
Morgan fought against his hold determined to stand. “Clare and Rhune can fly, you need only carry Milly and me, and if I can get my wind right, not even me.”
“You will stop this experimenting at once. You will go nowhere without one of us regardless.” Eben said, his big finger pointing right at her nose, as if she was some child in need of sense. “And they would be too slow as birds. They would never make the trip at our speed.”
She smacked his hand away, utterly shocking Eben. He could not remember a time when someone was so unimpressed with the threat he represented.
“Rhune and Clare can turn into anything they see, including big nosed dragons. They won’t be a burden.” She finally gave up trying to wiggle out of Ladon's lap when she felt how much he liked it. “I’m going.”
“You are not.” Eben barked. “You will stay where it’s safe.”
“You’ll never find them without me.”
He growled. “I am the best hunter alive. I have been hunting since before your puny species discovered fire. Three little hatchlings will not be so difficult.”
“Really?” She crossed her arms, ignoring Ladon’s arm still wrapped around her waist. “And what will you be tracking? Which animal or insect for that matter will Rhune and Clare be? And Melly is a windtalker. Do you know what that is? Not only will the wind send her messages of pursuit but it will actively hide her. There will be no scent to track, even if you knew where to acquire it. So you cannot use your nose. What about your eyes? Can a dragon’s eyes be fooled by a clever wind?” This time she pointed the finger. “You will never find them without me!”
Eben looked her over with frustration then zeroed in on Ladon. “Why are you not speaking? You want her out of danger as much as I do.”
Ladon smirked at the older dragon. “I would not waste what is left of this night with talk.” He pulled her hair to the side and kissed her neck. “We are in her heart. You know as well as I do that she will just follow if we attempt to leave her. Better she be with us than flying through Dracon with a bed sheet as her wings.”
Morgan smiled, then turned her head and kissed his chin for the support. He took advantage by kissing her fully on the lips.
Eben cursed long and loud in the old tongue but no one was paying attention. Morgan wrapped her arms around Ladon’s neck behind her, while she arched into his hands. Eben growled seeing her presented like a feast before him. He was not used to being ignored.
He ducked under the water and pressed his mouth to her open pussy. Morgan squeaked and then moaned when he licked up into her and nipped. Ladon swallowed both sounds and the release that followed a short time later. Then he adjusted her until he could press into her from behind. They both groaned at the feel of her hot and wrapped around his cock.
Eben stood up and the water fell off him in rivulets. Both Ladon and Morgan lost their breaths at the sheer masculine beauty before them. Morgan licked her suddenly dry lips, her eyes of the male animal pulsating before her.
Eben moved forward until he was pressing his large cock with its bulbous head against her sweet lips. Morgan licked him, found the taste addicting, and licked again, until she was learning him with her tongue and lips. She could feel Ladon twitching with each foray of her tongue on Ebens cock.
“Suck it.” Eben's voice was dark erotic dominance, and he reinforced it by grabbing her hair and yanking her into place.
Ladon shuddered when she clenched around the pulsating cock buried inside her.
“Oh, she liked that.” He said, his teeth nipping at her ear. “Do it again.”
“Morgan.” That voice she thought ought to be outlawed gave her commands showing her what he liked. She took as much of him as she could, working her tongue against the bottom of his shaft until he was jerking in reaction. She sucked her cheeks hollow as he withdrew, whimpering in erotic fear as he pushed back in.
Then Ladon started moving, his hard rod rubbing a spot inside her that made her lose control. She clamped down hard on Eben, swallowing a goodly half of him and milking the cum from his balls. He came down her throat with a roar. When he finally pulled back, Morgan was gasping but she only got a moment to breathe again before Ladon was pulling her chin up to his and kissing her.
He lifted and turned them both until she rested belly down over the rim of the hot springs. It gave him the leverage for some serious pounding until she screamed her orgasm. Three more strokes and he was roaring his own.
Sometime later they were drifting, piled together across the rock seat. Morgan was laid across their laps side by side. Her head on Eben’s shoulder her thighs across Ladon.
Ladon caressed her legs under the water and Eben had her snuggled up to his chest. His fingers were making soothing circles on her back.
“Will it always be like this?” She asked dreamily, content momentarily to let tomorrow take care of itself.
“From what I have seen of dragon mating, it will only get better.” Eben’s voice was soft. She sighed and burrowed deeper into him. Eventually they made it back to the bed.
Chapter 7
The sun had not yet fully risen and there was crispness to the air that spoke of coming rain. The land was a cool wash of grey until they crossed the North Gate and left behind the dragon mists and magic. Entering the frost of the Northern Mountains was something of a shock after feeling the thermals of power on the Dragon side of the North Gate. It felt like being suddenly dropped into an icy stream after basking in the sun all afternoon.
He didn’t want to say but she felt the answer just the same. Dragon arrogance, the problems of mere
