Dragonfae & The Soul Catcher (18 page)

“This may well be true, but, because of my foolishness, I arrived too late to help her.” With a long growl, Lumos slammed his fist into the armrest. “My sweet mate has suffered greatly and I’ve no way of erasing the pain from her soul.” He groaned. “In truth, she may never be mine. I hate to say this but she doesn’t trust me or any male and her doubt in me is breaking my heart.”

“Don’t confuse uncertainty with mistrust. She has, after all, been brought up as a Nomag.” Pyro chuckled. “Look at the pair of us, we are intimidating in size alone to a mortal, let alone with the fact we are both Fae and dragon. Gods, Lumos,
you
frighten me. The Nightdragon is a most formidable beast.”

“Then your advice, ancient one…” Lumos smiled. “How shall I woo my butterfly?”

“With truth, gentleness and a thick skin, my friend.” Pyro refilled his goblet. “During Thalia’s transformation, she’ll be uncertain of her feelings. This raging desire they suffer can often make females extremely aggressive. As her intended mate, you must be available to her needs. For example, allowing her to drink your seed is one way to comfort her and, I might add, is most enjoyable.” He studied Lumos. “Or, of course, they enjoy anal stimulation. I assume, as Thalia is early into her transformation, you are trying to prevent her moonfire until after the battle at Drakka?”

“Yes, I’ll need my full attention on the battle.” Lumos put down his glass. “If Thalia were ready, I’d complete the mating here, but she has shown no sign of developing her wings yet and, even at the accelerated rate of her transformation to date, I believe the final stage may take another week or so.” He got to his feet and smiled. “Thank you for your advice. I’ll go to her now and try to settle her for our journey.”

“May the gods grant you the stamina of a bull.” Pyro raised his glass.

Lumos turned and grinned. “Ah, my friend, the gods have already granted me the stamina of a dragon.” He gave Pyro a salute and strode from the room.

* * * *

Lumos stood in the bedchamber and smiled down at Thalia. The witch lay across the bed, her flame hair spilling over the pillow like gold thread. Brew had curled up in a black ball behind the witch’s knees.

“Brew, it is time for you to catch a juicy rat.” Lumos lifted the cat and put him gently on the floor.

With a grin at the cat’s haughty expression, he lifted the blue velvet spread and slipped between the sheets. Gathering her against him, Lumos lapped at the bite marks on her throat each side of the throbbing vein.
Gods, I hope this is not too soon for you, little one.

Desire for Thalia curled in his groin. His cock filled. He ached to have her, to sink his aching shaft deep inside her hot little star. His mouth filled with the sweet taste of his saliva. His dragon roared.
“Stay calm, dragon, she has accepted your ugliness. Now let me take command until the moonfire.”

“She likes me, admired my beauty. The goddess chose well, she is a good choice for our mate.”
The Nightdragon yawned contentedly.
“I told you, she is the one, Lumos, but beware, I hear her thoughts. She is fragile…more fragile than you imagine.”

Lumos nuzzled her neck. “Thalia, wake up, my little butterfly.” He curled around her, his erection resting between her soft, rounded buttocks. “Do you want me, little one?”

“Lumos.” Thalia stretched. “You smell wonderful.”

“Are you mine, Thalia?”

“Aye…I am yours.” She stroked his thigh. “I want you so much.”

Using his mouth, Lumos nibbled Thalia’s ear then down to her shoulder. He cupped her full breast and tormented the hard nipple. His beautiful witch moaned and wiggled her plump bottom against his aching shaft. Gods, he could smell her feminine arousal mixed with the sweetness of honeysuckle. He trailed his fingers down her body and watched her flesh rise in goose bumps under his touch. As he circled her navel, her soft belly quivered against his palm. He growled and lowered his head to graze his fangs over her shoulder.

“I want your ass, little one. Please tell me you want me, too.”

“Will you hurt me? My body craves you, yet my mind is confused.” Thalia pushed Lumos’ hand down to her pussy “I need you. Here.”

With slow deliberation, Lumos circled her clit. He would bring her close to climax and let her hover there in thrall. He inhaled, drawing in her special feminine allure.

“I only wish to please you and will try not to hurt you. A little of my glamour will take away the pain. Drop your barrier and let me inside your head, little one.”

Hunger throbbed through Lumos. Shuddering and forcing down his raging hunger, he fought the overpowering desire to part her soft buttocks, drive inside her sweet tight hole and feel her opening for him. Gods, the craving would drive him insane.
Slow… Take it slow.
He rolled her onto her back and gazed into her pools of lust, half hidden by long tawny lashes. With infinite care, he cupped her mound and caressed her swollen folds, then bent his head to suck the prominent bite marks on her skin. He pushed inside her. Thalia’s channel rippled against his touch, and coated his hand with cream.

“You are so wet. Your sex hugs my fingers… Gods, I can’t wait to have my cock deep inside you.” He trailed kisses down her neck, circled her breast and captured a taut nipple between his teeth, flicking the ridged nub with the tip of his tongue. She tasted like honey—sweet and delicious.

“Lumos… Ah, please, hurry! I’m burning for you.” Thalia pushed her mound against his touch “I need you…now! Lumos, I beg you, please.”

“So hungry, hmm, then turn over for me.” Lumos pulled Thalia onto her knees. “Open your legs and relax.” He gazed at her, open and trembling for his touch. His body ached with longing for his mate. “Gods, Thalia, you are so beautiful.” He reached for the oil.

Unable to concentrate, Thalia pushed back at the warm probing of her hole. Goddess, the heat of his fingers, stretching, caressing made her wild. She ground her teeth and growled, wanting so much more. Fire shimmered up her spine, fuelling the forbidden desire ripping through her belly and centring on her throbbing clit. Lumos covered her with his hot body. He slid his oily palm over her aching breasts and tormented her tingling nipples. She groaned and pressed her bottom against him.

“Please, gods, Lumos, I’m on fire.”

“Relax, my love. Give yourself to me.” Lumos gripped Thalia’s rounded hips. “I’ll push into you slowly, inch by inch.”

Pressure built against her passage—the size of Lumos’ cockhead so much bigger than his finger. Thalia tensed but noticed a wave of incredible calm wafting over her, and she rested her forehead on the sheet. This calmness, like the delirious second before falling to sleep, had to be Lumos’ glamour. Thalia rolled in it, like a cat in catmint. Aware of the hardness pressing against her but no longer afraid, she relaxed. Immediately, with a feral growl, Lumos rocked forwards. He grasped her hips tightly with his warm hands, holding her in place. Heat shimmied through her.
Gods, he’s so big—too big.

His thick rod speared deep, separating and scraping against virgin nerve endings. Inch by throbbing inch, he filled her with scorching bliss. She panted, stretched to the limit. Sweat ran into her eyes and tickled in streams down her thighs. Incredible waves of heat flooded her folds and her ass sizzled with delight.

“You are so big…ahh…too big. I can’t take all of you, Lumos. I can’t breathe.”

“Yes, you can. Relax, sweet thing.” Lumos stroked her hips in wide circular movements. “Just a little more, my love, I’m almost there. Gods, you are so tight and spread so wide around me… You look so beautiful.” He pushed deeper inside. “My cock is in heaven. Gods, you fit me like a glove.”

The heat from his groin burned against her sensitive flesh. She cried out when he caressed her throbbing clit then rocked his strong hips in slow deliberation.

“There, sweetness, you have all of me. Let’s fly.”

The sensation of the Fae’s heat buried so forbiddingly inside her, sent flames down her thighs, her nipples burned. The hot slide of his shaft stretched her, spearing deeper with each scintillating thrust. His slick fingers circled her clit and she hung dangling on a precipice of delight, so close, so close.
Goddess, does sex get any better than this?

His long hair tingled across her skin, crackling in blue sparks with each deep plunge inside her. She bit back a scream, so intense. The pleasure built so fast she fought to breathe. The bite on her neck throbbed. She mewed, passion twisting her body uncontrollably. Lumos’ scent flowed over her, heightening her senses. Goddess, she could taste him.

His pace increased and the room echoed with the slap of flesh on flesh. Shivery currents of erotic bliss surged through her, winding around her clit in tongues of flaming delight. Her sobs sounded as if they were far away. She gripped the sheets in an effort to prolong the wonderful ripples of ecstasy for just one second more. Climax smashed over her like wild surf pounding the beach in a raging storm. She screamed. Behind her, Lumos roared, his burning hot seed filled her. Gods, she rode the wave of ecstasy with Lumos as if their minds had joined. Brutally aroused, she experienced the full magnificence of his savage release.

Chapter Thirteen

Thalia stretched and blinked at the shaft of sunlight spearing the bedchamber. Under her cheek, Lumos’ heart pounded in a slow, steady rhythm. His unique, tantalising scent filled her nostrils. Her thighs ached from a night of incredible passion. Her face grew hot—gods, Lumos had taken her ass three times and she had demanded more of him, begged for more. A tingle of awareness curled in her belly. In truth, she could never have enough of him. She sighed. They would leave this place in a few hours and, with Pyro close by, she would have no time alone with Lumos.
I’ll go mad.

“Your sigh is of contentment…I hope.” Lumos stroked Thalia’s hair. “We must prepare to leave.”

Lifting her head to gaze into her lover’s eyes, she moistened her lips. “It will be difficult to be together with Pyro watching our every move”

“He has endured the path to moonfire and I’m sure he understands our need to be alone.” He smiled and brushed a kiss over Thalia’s forehead. “Ah, little one, you burn for me again so soon. This is delightful, but don’t worry, I have many ways to satisfy you.” He slid from the bed. “Come…take my hand as we must bathe.”

Thalia followed him into the bathroom. “Where are we going today, into a magyck or Nomag realm?” She stepped into the bubbling tub.

“A magyck realm by the name of Tusuns named because of its twin suns. The Gate is some distance away and we’ll have to travel down the side of the mountain range.” Lumos soaped Thalia’s back. “The realm is rocky and many unusual species live there. If we could avoid travelling there, we would, but Pyro believes we have a better chance of evading the Shadow Walkers in Tusuns.”

“Why?”

“The Shadow Walkers use the cover of night to attack and Tusuns is in perpetual daylight.” Lumos washed the soap from her back. “We must move through Tusuns swiftly and enter the Nomag realm of Twin Falls.” He got to his feet. “You must eat before we leave.” He gave Thalia a slow smile and offered his hand. “You will need your strength.”

After breakfast, they bade goodbye to the Fae and took the winding path down to the bottom of Crystal Mountain. Such beauty spread out in all directions. The pathways glittered with pink quartz and large boulders of amethyst rose up from lush green fields. Magyck hummed around them, resonating from the Crystal Mountain and filling her with power. To her delight, the men sang songs of dragons, love, and battles. The sound of Lumos’ deep voice poured over her like warm honey, another delicious part of the Fae she loved. She ran a hand over his leg, the thin leather slid against her palm warm and alive. She marvelled at Lumos’ clothes. In the sun, both men’s attire carried a shimmering aura to match the magnificent skin of their dragons. Dismayed at the thought a dragon may have perished to make Lumos’ attire, she removed her hand. “Is this dragon skin?”

“Aye, it is.” Lumos smiled. “You are swift to notice things, butterfly.”

She swallowed hard and the thought of Lumos wearing a dead dragon’s skin pitched bile up the back of her throat. “I thought as much. Tell me, do you find that practice a little ghoulish?”

“I would, if it were not my own.” Lumos chuckled. “Gods, Thalia, do you really think us barbaric enough to wear another’s skin?” Lumos laughed heartily. “A dragon sheds his skin every two years and when we are growing, we shed every month. The skin is the finest protection for our Fae skin. It breathes, keeps us the same temperature and dries instantly. We all keep our shed skin to make clothes and many use the excess for furniture, shoes, and the like. That is why Pyro’s clothes are red for they are the same colour as his dragon.” He pressed a kiss on Thalia’s cheek. “Would you wear my skin?”

Thalia smiled. “If no harm comes to the Nightdragon, then I’d love to be wrapped in such beautiful fabric.”

“No harm.” Pyro rode up beside them on Albert. “The only bad thing to happen when we shed is that the old skin itches like mad a few days before it peels off.”

“And then it comes off in long strips, but not all at once.” Lumos chuckled. “So we are covered in stripes for weeks.”

“Are the female dragons the same size as you?”

“I’ve only seen one female wild dragon and she was much smaller than either of us.” Pyro scratched his cheek. “Have you seen any, Lumos?”

“Aye, one or two.” Lumos shuddered. “Vicious beasts, I hear.”

Thalia turned around in the saddle and met Lumos’ gaze. “Wild dragons?”

“It is only the male Dragonfae that morph into dragons. As we mate in our Fae form, we are unable to mate with wild dragons. If by some strange accident this occurred, we would lose control of our Fae side and be trapped inside forever.” Lumos shrugged. “The Fae host always has control, unless we are in great danger.”

“Or unless, like my situation, an unfortunate incident or spell traps the Fae inside. In that case, as soon as the spell is broken we are released.” Pyro stared into the distance. “Oh yes… I’m afraid our dragons are quite capable of having sex. Nehebkau required satisfying numerous times a day.” He pulled a face. “At least my child-seed was under my control.”