Kelly Lucille - The Dragon’s Mage

Then his long existence, which seemed to go on and on with no color, no love, no hope. She watched him kill repeatedly, without feeling, for justice, for the belief that what he did kept Dragon kind safe. He knew other dragons were taught to fear him and he accepted it. He watched the millennia pass in blood and death until all dragons avoided him. He watched them from a distance with their mates and hatchlings. He watched and believed they were right. That he was somehow unworthy of a mate because of what he was: The Executioner. Nightmare of dragon kind. The belief that he would always be as he was. Alone.

Together Morgan and Eben relived his meeting with Ladon. Searching for a way to feel again, if only for a moment. She felt the punch to his soul that he felt on first seeing her. So beautiful, so fragile. A gift of the light waiting in a sacred hot spring.

Where have you been? He thought it when he first set eyes on his mate after so long a wait. So lonely, nearly at the end of his long endurance, so unbearably cold and suddenly there was warmth on his skin.

Morgan drowned in his need. He believed that he was unworthy of finding a mate. He had killed so many, and he was so old, so set in his ways. She would be better off with Ladon, he knew it, but he could not let her go. Death would come on swift wings to any that came between him and his mate. His Mate. Even thinking it was a miracle.

He had nearly killed Ladon for daring to try and take her, it would have been so easy, but there was no mistaking the twine of magic connecting aura to aura. To hurt one was to hurt the other. So he would keep them both.

He raised his head and watched in satisfaction as his mate bite closed dragon fast. Then he transformed one nail to a sharp talon and cut into his chest, holding her head up to the wound until the taste reached her lips.

Morgan struggled up from the hailstorm she was swirling in. Taking blood was a dark mage trick and she had been raised to see it as heinous. Such thoughts might have brought her to her senses but Eben had the power of ages. A young mage had no chance against him, even enhanced by Ladon's dragon mark. That would change with the bonding but by then she would be his in every way. With a touch of his will, she latched on with her petal soft mouth, pulling his blood into her body as she pulled on his soul.

The flow of magic continued to circle cinching them tighter and tighter, settling soul to soul until one could not exist without the other.

He pulled her head away from the wound and took possession of her lips, licking the blood off and then plunging into her mouth to chase the taste of them mixed together.

Morgan was no longer feeling any pain but the heat of passion was rising with each taste. He was still embedded fully inside of her. When he could take it no more he pulled almost all the way out and plunged back in. He showed no mercy for her untried state, nor did she ask for any, arching into each pounding thrust trying to get more of him as the pleasure built. If she had still been only mage, he would have broken her. But with the bonding, she was more and she needed him.

“Harder.” The word was only a whisper attached to a gasp but he was in her mind. He felt her need and pounded her into the bed, until with a cry, she came. He roared his release as the pleasure burst inside them. At one point Morgan lost control and sent a wave of mage fire outward, but he took it; absorbing it and sending it back to her in dragon fire. She was consumed.

The flames had barely receded when she felt Ladon stirring in her mind. She knew he had felt everything she had. He knew as well as she did Eben's history and his dark despair. The joy Eben had felt the moment he’d seen Morgan and his decision that both mates would belong to him. That no one would take them from him. Eventually it would mean something but for now, he needed.

Eben rolled out of her and to the side just as Ladon burst from the spring. Morgan caught her breath at the look of him. Golden bronze and bigger, in both height and musculature. He had been beautiful before, now he was something from a dream, almost too shiny and new to look at. Bigger than he had been, he was just under seven feet, with wide shoulders and slim hips. His shimmering bronze hair was incandescent and showed the exact color his dragon scales would now be.

He didn't give Morgan even a moment to catch her breath. Other than directing what amounted to a dragon hiss at Eben, he fell on her as if she was the last bit of water in the desert. He pushed his hard cock into her and she arched up to meet him. The mating heat slammed into her and she needed MORE! He plunged in again and again and she met each thrust taking all he had to give aware in some small way that Eben was a part of it all. When Ladon sank his teeth into Morgan, Eben was with them.

They saw Ladon's life, from his hatching to the betrayal. Saw the moment he woke powerless in the cold, with chain on his ankle, his strength and magic entirely sapped out of him, and surrounded by dark mage soldiers. The crying of his heart when he realized one of his own had betrayed him, though he knew not who.

They felt his silent rage and despair, knowing that he would die cold and alone without ever having truly lived. They saw together the moment he opened his eyes and saw the angel who had pulled him from the cold, so willing to give her life for his. Felt too his soul deep need to keep his mate safe, even from himself.

They saw him meet Eben, his desire and embarrassment at his lack of control. They knew he had felt rage when Eben had touched his mate when he was brought here to protect her, then his understanding and acceptance.

They felt every second of his life and thoughts in fast forward, including his relief that he would not be the only one keeping Morgan safe. His tiny mage, so small, but no longer so fragile and unprotected. Eben could protect her while he hunted down the betrayer.

Denial was loud in Morgans’ head, whether hers or Ebens she was unsure but neither of them was willing to have Ladon in jeopardy. He would not face this danger alone. It was certainly Morgan who thought to leave. She had to find her family, but what would that mean for her dragons?

An immediate roar went up and Morgan felt herself and Ladon flipped in a roll. She was now on top still clutching Ladon deep inside. Eben came over the both of them. She felt a shot of magic flow through her ass and then Eben was plunging that big cock into her back entrance. She screamed, rearing back, but spiked as she was by two cocks there was nowhere to go.

Eben's entire being pushed into her and the still connected Ladon, branding her as his property even as she screamed the pleasure/pain from the dual assault. He leaned forward further, plunging into Morgan as he bit down on Ladon's shoulder, drawing blood. Ladon roared as the magic flared forest fire hot with the three of them at the center. Eben finally pulled back, licking the blood from his lips, his eyes on Ladons in a deep primal satisfaction. Neither of them would be leaving him. He would hold what was his.

Ladon hissed at him, feeling the bonds snap into place. Eben ignored him, arching back and thrusting harder into Morgan, reveling in the feel of his mates, his family. His to protect.

Ladon grabbed Eben's wrist and bit down. The pull of the blood completed the circle and the flame burned hotter until they were as one. They pounded and thrust taking Morgan in all ways until they felt her final barriers fall. There would be no more talk of leaving, ever. Then, with a roar that could be heard all through the kingdom, they came. For Morgan it was too much when the final orgasm hit, she blacked out.

She came back to awareness above the hot spring while Eben lowered her down into Ladons waiting arms. He cuddled her close as he settled. The hot water soothed over the lingering sparks of magic. Morgan could feel her aura was back where it was supposed to be but it was changed. Bits of Eben and Ladon clung to her, just as she clung to them. She felt connected to the Dragon magic as she never had before and memories that were not her own still filtered through her thoughts. It was disconcerting to be one person for so long and then wake up as someone else. She still loved her family, but she could no more leave her dragon mates than she could stop breathing.