My First Drake has come through for us, in countless shocking ways recently, especially since my Bloodbond became complete after gaining Baldur. Where once I worried Bjorn was going to wind up being the weakest of my drakes, as compared to Ström’s deep passion, Mikkel’s insane darkness, and Baldur’s cosmic light, I know now that he isn’t.
Because Bjorn has an ability toaggregatemy other drakes’ powers. It means even I don’t know the half of what he can really do right now.
Though I definitely need to find out.
Just then, I feel Bjorn arrive back in our shared rooms. It surprises me; with a scowl, I realize Baldur’s curses are still fucking with my ability to feel my drakes from afar, and know their position in the underground city. I know it’s time for our little war-room in the kitchen to break up, however.
I give Lærke a nod, then reach out, clasping Mikkel’s hand.
“I need to go talk with Bjorn; he’s back now. Can you both get food toBaldur and Ström, if he’s still perusing the library stacks?” I ask them, as both twins nod.
“Done and done.” Mikkel has his do-it-all briskness as he squeezes my hand and smiles. “We’ll get everyone fed, then come back here and cook a bit more so our dragons don’t run out of meals.”
“Thanks.” I smile at him and mean it.
Before I can pull away, though, Mikkel reaches out. He snags me by the waist and pulls me close, running his lips over mine. I watch his dark eyes heat with fiery copper again. His small smile is beautiful and diabolical, as he holds me close one last time.
Hard once more, down below.
“I can’t wait until it’s my turn again.” Mikkel runs his lips over mine, teasing.
“I’m not just going to fuck each of my drakes on rotation for the next few days, Mikkel.” I protest, though the way he’s manhandled me makes me heat with a rapid fire again, delectable.
“If you do, I’m here,” he says with a ribald smile, before leaning in. He kisses me, letting it linger, dark and full of searing copper fire, before pulling away.
Leaving me reeling with the depth of his dark promise.
He only smiles like a sexy pirate now, though, as Lærke huffs and drags him away. As they load up a set of massivesilberskraetrays with food, hefting them upon their partly renewed Bloodwinds, I turn.
Then head off to find my First Drake.
10
FIRE
Mikkel’s kiss tingles upon my lips, burning deliciously as I make my way back to my room. I push inside to find Bjorn there, shucking his boots as he sits in an ornatesilberskraechair by the roaring fireplace. Through our bond, I feel how he’s bone-tired from disarming Baldur’s Berserk madness in the library hall. Unlike me and Mikkel, Bjorn hasn’t had a proper meal, though he’s made do with the foodstuffs stored in our bedroom.
And we haven’t yet been able to have sex.
My First Drake devours a packet of jerky as I come to him now, along with some dates. Coming right to him, I straddle him on the chair, sitting on his lap as he wolfs down the last of his impromptu snack. He slides his big hands over my waist as I come to him, and I get the barest Bjorn-smile as he grips me, one hand moving down to palm my ass.
“How did everything go with Baldur?” I ask him, knowing he intended to help my Fourth Drake with some anger management strategies earlier.
“It didn’t.” A dark scowl takes Bjorn’s features now, though I can feel how pleased he still is that I just came right over and sat on his lap like this. “Baldur was too smitten by Hedda’s scrolls to pay any attention to me. I tried to walk him through a few basics of NLP and EMDR, so we could at least try to process any past trauma leading to his Berserker’s resurgence, but he just wasn’t with it. He pretended to listen, but watched the scrolls the entire time. Preoccupied, completely.”
“At least you tried.” I smooth back a lock of Bjorn’s luscious golden mane, escaped from his man bun and hanging by his face. “Maybe you can try again later, once Baldur’s had more time to look over the scrolls.”
“Maybe.” Bjorn snorts, as his gold eyes blaze with his dragon now, furious. “I get a distinct feeling he’s written me off though, Rikyava, as an idiot youngling who can’t truly help him.”
“Baldur is over a thousand years old, Bjorn.” I smile at him, wry. “All of us are idiot younglings, compared to that.”
“Still. Therapy could help him. I know it,” Bjorn growls now as that furious heat flashes in his eyes.
“We’ll try again later. I’ll intervene and make him pay attention,” I reassure him, though I share his frustration. Because the one thing we need Baldur to do, to manage his magic and recover, is the one thing he won’t spend any time on yet.
“Fine.” Bjorn sets his jaw, stewing one last moment, before his look clears to a gentle wariness. “How was your time with Mikkel?”
As he asks, I know Bjorn felt quite a lot of what my Third Drake and I did earlier. Though I feel a rush of jealousy deep inside Bjorn from his big golden drake, it’s far less than I would have expected, from me having had sex with Mikkel just now and Bjorn feeling it.
