The Forgotten Prince (Shifter Rebellion, 3) (15 page)

Pressing the fat head of his cock
against Michel’s tight bud, he surged inside slowly, spreading his
lover wide. Michel mewled as he accepted Rhaege’s girth, which was
much wider than a human male’s appendage. The human had already
grown accustomed to Rhaege’s size, and they fit snuggly together
after many days and nights spent lying together. Before Rhaege had
even hit bottom, Michel began moving his hips, the male more than
ready for their lovemaking.

Trying not to spill too soon, Rhaege
bit the inside of his lip. Michel knew how to work a cock in his
ass, squeezing his muscles just right to push Rhaege to the edge in
a matter of moments. There was no way he would come that quickly,
and Rhaege grasped his lover’s hips in a tight grip, taking over
the tempo before Michel made him lose it.

“
Slow down, Michel. We’ve
got all night.”

Michel moaned and rose to press his
back against Rhaege’s muscled chest. The human turned his face to
kiss Rhaege and began to roll his hips. Meeting him thrust for
thrust, Rhaege wrapped his arms around Michel’s abdomen and pumped
up into his lover’s down stroke. They moved in time, their dance
well practiced.

“
Rhaege,” Michel
whispered.

Rhaege could read the human’s plea. He
needed more, so Rhaege would give it to him. Restarting the massage
he’d given moments before, he reached down Michel’s body and
gripped his mate’s cock. Michel dropped his head back on Rhaege’s
shoulder and breathed in short pants as he tightly clutched
Rhaege’s forearms.

Rhaege could feel his scales
shimmering down his back and knew he was close to losing control,
but he had to hold back until his mate had found completion. Just
as the door to the yurt swung open and a fierce blast of arctic air
swirled inside the interior, Michel’s body stiffened against
Rhaege.

An arrow sliced through the air and
pierced Michel’s chest, emerging through his back. The tip sank a
few inches into Rhaege’s body before it stopped. Blood started
bubbling from Michel’s lips. Rhaege quickly withdrew his cock and
yanked the arrow from his body with a roar. He gently laid Michel
on the furs and raced out the door naked, roaring loud enough to
shake the very ground around him. The cold bit into his skin, but
he didn’t care. He had to find their attacker.

His second in command rushed close,
broadsword in hand.

“
Michel’s been shot. An
arrow. Find whoever did it and bring him to me! I’m entrusting you
to bring me the wretch, Phrenzy. Don’t fail me,” Rhaege
spat.

“
Of course,
Mectep
,” Phrenzy said
before shifting into dragon form and becoming airborne.

Rhaege spun on his heel and dropped to
one knee in the snow, losing his footing. Drops of his blood landed
on the pristine white. Sickness hit low in Rhaege’s belly, and he
launched himself back up to his feet and ran into the yurt. His
lover lay on the furs, blood coming up between his lips and
trailing along the side of his beautiful face.

“
I’m here, Michel. Phrenzy
will find the man who’s done this to you,” Rhaege said as he rolled
the human to his side. “I will make him pay.”

Michel’s gaze found Rhaege’s, the
human’s eyes large. Fear shined in the depths, and Rhaege would do
anything to make it disappear, but he had bigger issues. “This will
hurt, my pet, but I must do it.”

Rhaege’s hands shook as he broke the
tip of the arrow off and threw it into the fire. He then grabbed
his linen shirt lying nearby on the floor and bundled it in his
hand. Yanking the arrow out, he covered the hole and applied
pressure. Too much blood rushed out, and the shirt quickly turned
to crimson.

Khaos rushed into the yurt and looked
over Rhaege’s shoulder. “He’ll bleed out if we don’t seal the
wound.” Khaos grabbed a bottle of vodka from Rhaege’s stash and
drew out his hunting knife. Once he’d poured the vodka over the
blade, he thrust it into the fire.

Khaos guzzled down some of the liquor
and handed the bottle to Rhaege. “Have him drink some … to dull the
pain.”

Rhaege lifted Michel’s head slightly
and fed him some of the strong liquid. “It’s all my fault. I’m so
sorry, my love.”

“
No,” Michel said as he
pulled from the bottle, cringing. He coughed and more blood shot
from his lips as he looked up at Rhaege. “You’ve shown me … more
love … these … past months … than … I’d ever thought possible. I
love you, Rhaege.”

“
We’re going to save you,
Michel. We will have more time,” Rhaege cried, desperate. After
waiting so long to find his soul mate, he wasn’t ready to let go of
him yet. “Stay with me.”

“
I’m done for,” Michel
whispered, coughing again. A smile played across his mate’s
lips.

“
No!” Rhaege roared.
They’d only had months. They were supposed to have years. Many,
many years.

When Khaos’ blade was red hot, he
pulled it out of the embers and walked to the bed. “We’ve got to
stop the bleeding, Rhaege.”

Rhaege eyed the blade, knowing the
pain alone could kill the human. But if they didn’t try, there was
no hope. Michel would bleed out and Rhaege would definitely lose
him. Rhaege lifted the shirt and grasped Michel’s chin in a firm
grasp. “Look at me.”

Michel’s eyes grew wider as the blade
touched his skin. The sizzling sound almost turned Rhaege’s
stomach, almost more than the sickening scream Michel let
loose.

“
We’ll need to do his back
as well since the arrow went through,” Khaos said thickly. Rhaege
heard the emotion in his brother’s voice and knew Khaos didn’t want
to be there, doing any of this to Michel.

How could they torture his lover
again? Already Michel shook in Rhaege’s arms, but Rhaege nodded,
knowing it was the only way.

Khaos thrust his sword into the fire
again as Rhaege comforted Michel the best he could.

“
One more time, Michel,”
Rhaege said, anguish burning the back of his throat. Bile rose up
at the thought of another one, but it had to be done.

“
No,” Michel whispered
over and over again. “Please, no.”

Unshed tears blurred Rhaege’s vision
and when Khaos returned with the blade, Rhaege let one drop. It
coursed down his cheek as he drew Michel up and onto his chest so
Khaos could seal the back of the wound.

Khaos laid the blade down, and Michel
again screamed, the scent of burning flesh filling his nose again.
As soon as Khaos was done, Rhaege gently laid the man on his back
against the furs. He turned and looked at his brother and saw the
dragon looked positively ill.

“
Gather fresh snow to cool
and clean the burns. Hurry!” Rhaege turned back to Michel as Khaos
ran out of the yurt.

“
Michel, my sweet, it’s
all over now. The wounds are sealed,” he whispered as he cradled
the man’s head.

Michel opened his eyes and stared up
at Rhaege. “I love you,” he said softly and lifted a shaking hand
to brush away another tear that had escaped Rhaege’s
eye.

The human couched again, a copious
amount of blood spewing from his lips. Michel’s body jerked and was
still, his eyes wide and unseeing. Rhaege’s heart stopped a moment,
and he began shaking Michel, trying to get the male to move
again.

It was too late.

Khaos came running in, his arms filled
with packed snow. He stood there silently a moment, just watching
the two of them. “I’m so sorry, brother.”

Rhaege couldn’t speak. He held his
lover’s head in one hand and gathered the rest of the human’s
fragile body with the other.

And then he roared with all the pain
he felt. His fire burst from his lips as his skin erupted with
shimmering scales.

Khaos left him to burn in the fires of
his sorrow. The yurt burned around him, the fabric and wood going
up quickly in the crucible of his pain. He sat in the midst of the
bonfire, uncaring. Invisible arms seemed to wrap around him, making
him feel as if he wasn’t alone. Rhaege sensed his lover still there
to give him comfort, but knew it was a lie he told himself. Michel
was gone. Rhaege’s heart had been yanked out and smashed to
bits.

In the first light of morning, the
remnants of the yurt smoked around him as he knelt in the melted
snow, his lover’s body long ago turned to dust. The brisk winter
winds blew through and carried parts of Michel on the breeze.
Rhaege was chilled to his core, his fire all but extinguished, but
he didn’t care. His mate was gone and his heart along with the
ashes. He sat staring at the glowing gem embedded in the ground,
the only thing in the tent to survive other than Rhaege.

The Fire Heart.

The stone had been stolen by Ice
Dragons a millennium ago and then lost to the ice. A dream had led
Rhaege to its location, but no one in his camp knew why they’d gone
on this trek. They thought it was simply to fight and earn coin,
but the dream had led him to a greater purpose. The journey had
brought him to his mate, as well, but had it also cursed the love
they’d had?

They hadn’t had enough
time.

Rhaege picked up the stony heart, the
desire to demolish it intense. He felt his fire boiling again in
his gut, fueled by anger. The rage felt better than the nothingness
he’d felt all night. Myth said the stone was capable of great
feats, but the only thing Rhaege had seen was death so far. Why had
it brought him here only to have happiness ripped from him so
unjustly?

He wanted to fling it away. Destroy
it. Crush it like the heart in his chest was crushed.

“
Give it to me,” came a
melodic voice, whispering in his ear. “Give me … the
heart.”

Rhaege turned his head toward the
direction the voice had come from. He saw nothing, only more yurts
and an endless spread of white.

“
You don’t want it,
Rhaege. It brings death … destruction,” the voice whispered
again.

Rhaege rose on shaking legs and turned
in a circle, not seeing whomever it was who was speaking. “What
magic is this? Who are you?” he asked, screaming into the gray sky
overhead.

“
Give it to me … or
everything you love will die … just like Michel.”

Anger swamped Rhaege, coupled with the
heartache of losing his mate. He roared to the heavens above and
shifted, his skin shimmering as his red scales broke out along his
flesh. Once he’d reached towering heights, he let go another burst
of fire along with a mighty roar that shook the very trees around
the camp. Phrenzy had yet to return to the camp, and Rhaege sensed
the male would be empty–handed when he did. There was nothing left
for him there.

Up in the air, he looked but saw
nothing except the camp. A shimmer danced along the ground near
where Rhaege had just knelt, but as soon as he saw it, it was gone.
He swooped down, trying to catch the scent.

A black dragon?

That’s impossible. There
is only one other black dragon left, and that isn’t Artemis’
scent.

Rhaege spread his wings wider and shot
into the air, looking down at the charred remains of his tent. His
last moments inside had been filled with his lover, moments he’d
never have back.

Until Michel returned to him … in
another lifetime.

Rhaege flew off into the bitter north
winds, wanting to feel numb. Anything that would take his pain
away.

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Two

Cruising the Captain

Khaos, Fire Dragons Book
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