8
POISON
As Mikkel comes to me in the gaming room, I don’t resist it. His dark eyes are intense as he rounds the pool table, closing the distance between us. I stand my ground, knowing I have to let him come to me, rather than the other way around. My cousin Rhennic was right; though my drakes are all strong alphas, in this bond,I’mthe most dominant one.
And I have to care for them, encourage them, and let them know I’ve got their backs, in whatever language works best for them. I wasn’t sure what language would work for Mikkel.
Until I just found it—hope.
A strange, careful hope shines in his eyes with a flicker of copper now as he comes to me. As if Mikkel has finally dared to let me see something of his true self at last, he’s almost tentative now as he reaches out a hand to touch me.
It’s just the barest whisper of contact as he strokes back a strand of my hair. The look that goes with it is so striking, hot and wary, so hopeful and full of wretchedness, however, that it makes my head swim, as I feel all those things roaring through his emotions, as well.
And in his dragon-magic, as it swamps me in a tirade.
That vast heave of his aura has us breaking our restraint suddenly. Just as it has happened in the past, our connection crashes us together now, merciless.
In one masterful heave, Mikkel’s got me up on the pool table, his hands digging into my ass, hauling me to him as his mouth devours mine, ferocious. And I’m here for it—I want it—as he scorches my lips with his kiss, so hot and devouring that it burns.
I crash into him also, growling and roaring in my throat as he bites my lips and I bite him back, needing him so hard it hurts. Everything inside me knows Mikkel is the solution to my problem of losing my memories day after day. I know he’s got the power I want and need to bring down the Black Dragon and our enemy Bone Mage drakaina, and fuck over the Knights Council for good.
But as Aesa’s Truthstone explodes with chaos at my chest now, while Mikkel and I kiss like wild banshees and grind against each other with me up on the pool table, I know his power comes at a cost. If I can’t figure out some way to lighten him, to help him re-discover that almost-gone place inside him that wants to be a better person, Bjorn is going to pay for it.
A price I can’t have.
All of that seems distant, though, as we crash into each other’s arms. Mikkel scoops me up one-armed now while I cling to him like a monkey, kissing him all the way, then vaults up onto the pool table with me in his arms.
Pool balls are swept aside. He heaves me down, crushing me into the table on my back with his kiss. His lithe, tall body grinds down hard against me, fucking me, doing me already even though we’re still fully clothed.
As he snarls and seizes his pool cue—cracking it hard against the table and snapping it in half—Mikkel’s got the pool cue up under my chin in half a moment. Pressing down on my throat, he traps me to the table with the cue and his incredible strength.
He leans over, growling all his vast frustration down into my face now. I should be scared, but I’m not; it’s beyond hot how much wrath and violence Mikkel has in his wire-honed, tight body.
I’m trapped, though I could escape anytime. I writhe beneath him, growling back as we lock eyes and I dare him to do more. With a snarl, he presses down harder on the pool cue, just starting to asphyxiate me.
Then shreds my pants open right through the crotch, and his own, with a hand gone to talons.
He thrusts into me, deep. Mikkel groans and I gasp as he takes me. It’s pain, and it’s fury, and it’s complete liberation for us both as I cry out now, wrapping my legs up around his hips.
Throwing back his head, Mikkel cries out as I grip him, beginning to work myself upon him, back and forth. Beginning to move with me, I feel him spiral inward to a place so deep I’m not even sure it has a name.
His dragon lives there; it trumpets in triumph as we move together now, in synch. My inner dragons spiral into one, creating my full Bloodwalker drakaina at last.
Power, both dark and bright, explodes into the gaming room as we take each other. We’re fucking and heaving into each other in a frenzy now as Mikkel tosses the pool cue away. I hear it shatter something as a hammering of security comes at the doors. I don’t even look over as someone, or a few someones, crash into the gaming hall.
They see what we’re doing, then quietly close the doors and stand guard outside. We’re hard, we’re clawing, we’re biting and bestial as Mikkel shreds away all of my clothing now and I let him, reaching up my own hands to rip his nice shirt apart and cast it away.
Naked on the pool table, we rut like animals now. It’s everything I want as flesh heaves and thunders and smacks flesh. He’s long and thick, and it’s good as he takes me, over and over. I don’t know when I blast off into orgasm, but as I do, I feel that infinite Ouroboros braid between Mikkel’s and my energies, solidifying our bond.
Mikkel scoops me up off the pool table now, vaulting us to the nearestwall where he fucks me more. I’m slammed up against the wall, pinned, as he drives up into me over and over. He traps my hands over my head; I’ve got my ankles locked around his butt, feeling him flex hard as he does me, deep.
But even that isn’t enough for him, as Mikkel’s indomitable dragon-energy roars for more. Throwing me down on the floor now, my bare ass on the inlaid stone rather than any nice, comfortable rug, he’s rutting into me harder, as I come, and come, and come.
I don’t know how many times I’ve orgasmed. They all seem a wash now as I hit that high over and over, screaming and roaring my pleasure to the skies, biting his shoulder and neck.
I’m on my hands and knees now as he uses my long hair as a rein in his fist and fucks me from behind; I don’t even care, as I come harder for him, spasming into jelly at his brutal, delicious treatment.
I’m down on my knees; his cock is in my mouth and I’m deep-throating him as he thrusts me upon him, holding my head. In the next moment, he bends me over the edge of the pool table, face-down as he presses me flat by my back to the ripped green felt, fucking me more.
