Gift from the Stone (Source of Elementra Book 2), page 21
What the hell? I was just bragging about how you don’t take over.
My mental scolding to my dragon goes completely ignored as she continues to force her want through me. No matter how much I fight her, it’s a losing battle. And finally, she does shove my ass right to the back of my own mind.
“Mine.”
I hear his responding growl as he pulls us through a transport, depositing us into Corentin’s office. As soon as my feet touch down, I throw myself at him. He easily catches me by my ass as I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding myself against him, begging for the friction I desperately need.
He pulls my head down, catching my lips in a blistering kiss, but I need him naked. I need all these fucking clothes out of my way so I can impale myself on his dick. I break the kiss with an impatient growl, tearing his shirt right down the middle.
The air is knocked out of my lungs as my back hits the couch. Draken leans over me, a long, drawn-out purr leaving his chest that has my whole body shaking, withering with need.
“Don’t rush me, little wanderer.” His warning does nothing but turn me on more.
I know I should want, and probably need, the buildup, the foreplay he’s so generous at giving, but I don’t right now. As fucking perfect as it is to come at least three times from him eating me out, all I want is for him to bury himself so deep within me I feel it in my gut. He can worship every inch of me later.
I let out a low, sultry purr, calling his dragon to the surface to give me exactly what I want, and I watch as he tries to fight his beast off. He shifts a single claw and expertly slices it right down the middle of my dress and bra before ripping the rest away from my body.
“You’re gonna come for me at least once, sweetness. I won’t wreck this perfect pussy because you’re being greedy.”
The rumble in his chest sends delicious shivers through every inch of me and I’m not the least bit offended he called me greedy because that’s exactly what I’m being. I want him my way and I want it now.
Every stroke of his tongue against my pussy makes me a panting, moaning mess. Grabbing two handfuls of his hair, I grind myself against his tongue, chasing down my release that comes the moment he pushes two of his fingers inside of me.
Throwing my head back, I scream his name through my orgasm, slowly coming back to reality when I feel him nip the soft skin of my inner thigh.
“I told you not to rush me, little wanderer.”
He flips me over so fast, it makes me dizzy. My blood was already rushing to my head from the fast, intense release. Now I’m seeing stars. Being flung around like nothing more than a toy he can own, play with however he pleases, has me pushing my ass in the air toward him.
I’m okay being owned right now, my dragon wants him to own us, put me in my place for not listening to him.
Heat flares throughout my body when suddenly his hand slaps down on my ass causing a moan to purr out of me as the sweet sting of the pain quickly melts into needy pleasure. This is the first time I’ve ever been spanked in my life, and I’ve got to admit, it turns me on.
Grabbing both of my hips, he forces my back to arch even more, leaving me hanging on to the armrest of the couch for support, and I smile triumphantly as I feel him line his dick up with me.
“So fucking tight. Fuck, you feel so good, sweetness.” Draken groans. My eyes slam shut as he pushes into me, my smile fading, merging into an echoing moan.
I lay my forehead onto the armrest as he pounds into me, using my hips as leverage to slam my body into his, over and over and over. It’s exactly what I need. My dragon and bond hum in my chest, adding to the pulsing pleasure that’s ripping through me with every thrust.
Gently wrapping his hand around my throat, he pulls my back flush to his front, and the feel of his skin on mine sends fire through my veins. I feel like I’m boiling from the inside out, about to ignite any second now.
“Open your eyes, little wanderer. We have an audience,” Draken whispers in my ear, laying a trail of searing kisses down my neck to my shoulder.
His masterful fingers, tweaking and teasing my nipples and clit, cause my brain to slowly process what he just said, but as soon as the words register, my eyes fly open.
My sight collides with three sets of hungry glares and my bond stretches out, absorbing every ounce of the lust that’s pouring off them. I should be mortified right now, but I can’t muster it up. My logical brain has completely been overpowered by my dragon and bond teaming up against me, loving every second they’re standing there watching me.
I look into each of their eyes, letting them see how much I’m enjoying putting on a show for them. When my hooded gaze lands on Caspian, he gives me a knowing smirk, like he’s seen this before. He knows I’m about to detonate like a fucking bomb.
“Naughty little Primary,” he growls.
And that’s what does it.
Leaning my head back into Draken’s shoulder, I shatter to pieces, taking him down with me as he slams into me once more, roaring his release.
My mind is a dizzying haze, and my body is overstimulated from the raw pleasure coursing through me. My senses are so heightened, I can smell each of them, mingling in with Draken’s fire.
Falling forward, panting, I catch myself on the armrest of the couch, my claws shredding through the fabric like butter.
Claws… Why are my claws out?
“We have to get to the house. We have to shift.” I vaguely hear Draken tell the others. His deep voice straining with his dragon on the surface.
Darkness surrounds me for a few seconds, causing my dragon to become enraged that someone dared touch me right now. There’s something I wasn’t finished doing and someone fucked with me before I was done.
“Stand back. Don’t fucking go near her.” I hear Draken growl, and I immediately swing my head to him, my eyes shifting, locking onto his.
Deep in my chest, I feel a low rumble build up, and up, and up until finally, I release it. My growl’s so powerful, so thunderous, the ground beneath my body quakes, and I can hear the windows behind us rattle and tree branches in the forest crack.
His body begins shaking, and the moment the bright light of his shift flashes, mine follows suit. Shifting quicker than him, only to about fifteen feet in height, I beat my wings hard, taking off to the sky at breakneck speed. His deafening roar travels through the air like a blade, piercing my ears, my only warning he’s coming after me.
I push myself faster when I look over my shoulder and see him gaining on me quickly, his massive size doing nothing to slow him down. No matter the twists, turns, or dives, he’s catching up to me.
Flipping over in the air, I zoom over the top of him, my scales shining like silver bullets, quicker than the eye can see, but not quick enough to deter him. He flips on a dime, sailing through the air on his back, his belly upward right under me. His large wings wrap around my body, trapping me for a split second then letting go, roaring his victory to the realm.
We circle each other in the air, a choreographed dance that our dragons seem to know instinctively. Beating our wings, spiraling upward, we soar higher, higher, and higher, the ground barely visible beneath us before we briefly pause, suspended midair, our gaze locked onto one another.
Pulling our wings into our bodies, we free-fall, plummeting back toward the ground. With uncanny accuracy, we execute perfectly synchronized barrel rolls, corkscrew turns, loops, and spirals, our movements mirroring one another turn for turn.
Slowing our descent, we catch the wind under our wings, gently lowering ourselves. The closer to the ground we get, I feel a connection forming between the two of us, much like the night we bonded. I can sense a oneness brewing between our beasts.
As our claws sink into the soft soil, I become overwhelmed by the urge to sink my teeth into Draken.
I attempt to fight my dragon off. I’ve enjoyed her wild adventure she’s taken us on, but biting him is a little much. My teeth could do some serious damage, but she isn’t relenting. The more I fight, the harder she pushes back.
Draken’s chuff forces my attention back to him, and locking onto his cobalt eyes, my bond floods with encouragement; he’s pushing me to give in to my dragon as well.
So that’s what I do.
Again, in perfect harmony, we lean into one another and bite down. With the size difference currently, I’m only able to reach up to the junction of Draken’s shoulder and throat, whereas his long neck can stretch to my hip.
There’s a brief second of pain before euphoria. I thought after our bonding, we were complete, but the difference is stark now as my teeth sink deeper, his blood dripping down my mouth. We were still missing a piece, and now we’re truly becoming one.
Pulling my teeth from his shoulder, his body begins to quiver, morphing as he shrinks down until he’s eye level with me, the size he was his first ever shift. His dragon purrs softly, and he overflows the bond with respect, pride, and admiration.
Leaning our foreheads together, our bodies suddenly ignite in flames. A sea of cobalt fire races down his spine as a blazing inferno of purple coats my silver scales, the flames embrace one another, mingling and blending, uniting.
The air crackles with the intensity of raw power that’s being shared between us right now. I can feel the electricity of it surging through every cell, pore, and muscle in my form. I feel so loved, so powerful, so, so, much…
Then we grow. Growing and growing until we stand at least fifty feet in the air.
Raising our heads as one, we release ear-splintering roars, breathing fire to the sky that matches the flames licking our bodies. As the noises echo on, we start shrinking down until we’re no bigger than maybe eight feet tall before the flash of light takes over, slowly fading, leaving us in our human forms, locked in each other’s arms.
“Draken, what was that?” Corentin yells, seething as he makes his way toward us.
“Calm down, Corentin, everything’s fine,” Draken says as he pulls my still naked body closer.
“Are you okay, little one? Let me see where he bit you,” Tillman orders as he steps up to me and wraps a robe around my shoulders.
“I’m fine. Draken’s right, everything’s fine. All of you need to calm down and listen before you flip out,” I say softly, moving the robe to the side to reveal an already healed silver scar. I look over my shoulder at Draken and see his matching one at the junction of his shoulder and neck.
“It’s a claiming mark, well, a mating mark,” Caspian muses as he sends his tendrils out to trace over it, causing a tremor to pass through my body and a small moan to leave my lips.
“Careful, brother, you’ll have our girl falling apart right here between us if you keep stroking that mark much more. It’s going to be sensitive for a few days.” Draken chuckles, a satisfied smirk crossing his lips.
I know my eyes are dilated, and I’m staring at Caspian, preparing to pounce on him at any moment. It takes every bit of restraint I have not to do just that.
His darkened eyes meet mine with a hungry look before his lip twitches and he slowly calls his shadows back, pulling a little whimper from me that has them all pressing in closer.
“I need you to explain what’s going on, Will, or go inside while we talk to Draken,” Tillman warns lightly. A little growl slips out of me, but he silences the sound as he plasters his lips to mine.
“Caspian’s right. Our animals just bonded,” I say with a breathy smile as I slowly pull away from him.
“You two have already bonded,” Corentin states the obvious, not understanding what I’m talking about.
A huge smile takes over Draken’s face. It’s so bright. It’s like staring into a Star gem.
“Many shifters have ceremonies of sorts when they bond, both human and animal side. Typically, the males will dominate the female into submission, then bite them. When Willow’s dragon hit me with her mating purr, my dragon didn’t want to fight her. Well, you kinda caught us in the act of what he wanted, then we power shared here in our dragon forms. I had no idea it would be so dramatic, though,” he informs them—well, and me. I didn’t realize my dragon started this; his growl is what turned me on.
Whoops.
“So you two planned this?” Tillman asks, jealousy and hurt leaking through his tone.
“No,” we both shout. Not that I feel bad that this happened, but I don’t want any of them to feel like we planned a whole ceremony and left them out of it.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it sound like this was a bad thing. I’m incredibly happy for you both. I’m just jealous.” He gives Draken’s shoulder a squeeze while pulling me closer, letting us both know he’s completely supportive.
“How do you feel, princess?” Corentin asks, turning my chin toward him.
“Amazing. I thought we were bonded completely, but now that this has happened, I can tell we weren’t completely solidified; a piece was missing and now it’s not.” I beam as Corentin gives me a quick kiss then smiles down at me. I can feel he’s genuinely happy that this happened, and he got to watch. He’s also still a little turned on from catching me and Draken in his office.
I know none of them will say anything about what they saw back in the office now that they know my dragon started this, but that’s fine with me. There’s no need to talk about it when the faces they made as they watched me fall apart on Draken’s dick are seared in my mind. I know they all are A-oh-fucking-kay with it.
I completely forgot that I’m butt-ass naked, so when a gentle breeze blows, causing my robe to open, four groans sound around me, making me bust out laughing as I quickly tuck it back around me.
“I should probably put some clothes on now.” I chuckle as they all look at me with varying degrees of heat, then pull apart.
Draken skips ahead of us in Lalaland, laughing and singing like a kid jacked up on sugar, but his happiness is so contagious, it spreads to all of us.
“Little wanderer is fucking packing. The feeling of her power coursing through me was a rush. I’ve never felt anything like it. I still feel powered to the brim.” He beams, looking over his shoulder at us, his eyes slitted and glowing.
“Damn, Draken. It looks like you got an upgrade. You both did grow to about fifty feet,” Tillman tells him, staring at his eyes in disbelief.
“Oh, I definitely did. I’m fairly sure I could shift into any size I want, small or large. And I’m quite sure my dominance is even stronger than it was.”
“Do you feel like that too?” Corentin asks me.
“Not like he’s describing. I can feel the shift in my power, but I feel more settled. My notes on Primaries said this would happen, though. My emotions will settle more with each bond as well.”
“Well, don’t settle too much, little wanderer. I like you all possessive.”
I shake my head at him, grinning as Corentin steers me toward the house with a hand to my back. Caspian’s walking closely behind me, while Tillman interlaces his fingers with mine, and I figure now would be the best time to test out my block.
As soon as I command my block in place, his entire body tenses and he stops walking, halting my footsteps right along with his. Turning to face him, confusion, anger, hurt, and fear all battle for control, each wanting to take root and take over.
“Tillman,” I whisper, reaching my hand up to cup his cheek.
“Gaster?” he grunts.
“Yes. I won’t keep it up all the time, and I put a separate block on my visions. I’m not doing this to keep you out, Tillman. I’m doing this to keep others out.” I lower my block back and open my mind to him so he can hear, see, look, do whatever he needs to understand this wasn’t about him.
“I’m sorry, Will. I should’ve taught you last night when you asked me to,” he says sincerely.
“Yeah, you should’ve, but it’s okay. I forgive you.” I smirk, watching his face fill with humor as he picks up my mental sass.
“Come on, little warrior. Let’s get you dressed, fed, and back to the academy.”
Ah, fuck me, I forgot we’re in the middle of a class break.
Twelve
Willow
“What are you reading, Primary?”
“Fuck, Caspian.” Me and Oakly shriek and my journal goes flying out of my hand, hitting Gaster’s office floor with a loud slap.
Stepping out of the cover of darkness, Caspian’s dressed from head to toe in black, blending in darkly, drop dead sexily, with the shadows that cling to him. That dangerous look in his eye mixed with the smirk on his lips has me both pissed that he scared me on purpose and squirming from his playfulness.
“I was reading up on the portals before you scared the shit out of me. What the hell are you doing creeping out of the walls?” I ask sarcastically.
“Will you give us a minute Perfecta Anima?” he asks Oakly rather than answer me.
“You know I have a name and it’s Oakly,” she snarks, narrowing her eyes.
“I’m aware. I need a moment with my Primary,” he replies, just as snarky.
I snort as Oakly gathers her stuff, muttering how he’s an ass, and she takes it personally he won’t bother calling her by her name. I’m pretty sure he does it on purpose just to piss her off because of her blatant favoritism to my guys, and needless to say, he’s not the favorite.
“Why do you do that?” I snicker.
“Do what?” he asks, raising a curious brow.
“Not use her name. You don’t even say my name unless I’m in trouble,” I muse.
“I use her name, just not out loud,” he vaguely replies.
“But why? And what about me?” I ask.
After a moment of rigid silence, I get the picture that, for some reason, I’ve pushed a sensitive topic. I guess it never truly occurred to me that it was an issue because I’ve never seen him interact with any females, aside from me and Oakly. He avoids most people like the plague besides me, the guys, and Gaster. He tolerates Oakly’s Nexus at best.
Willing to drop this subject for now since he’s obviously not ready or willing to talk about it, I lean down to pick my journal up, but his shadows block my way, gathering it up and moving it out of my reach. Whipping my head up to look at him, the serious expression he’s wearing dries any words I may or may not have thought about saying next.
