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  Andar had wondered if he was dreaming. Flora was the perfect submissive. She had moved into the position without any coaching. Her eyes were downcast, and the scent of her desire filled the room. Andar needed to test her, to know just how far she was willing to go.

  He grabbed a chair and moved it in front of her. Then he cupped her cheek. "I want you to take out my cock, and then I want you to show me how much you want me to fuck you."

  Flora went to move her arms, but Andar stopped her.

  "No, little spark, you must only use your mouth."

  Flora blinked with determination and then moved forward to his lap. She could see that his erection was straining against the fly of his pants. The top button was, thankfully, already undone. So, with her teeth, she grabbed the edge of the zipper and began to pull it down.

  Andar hissed as her face caressed his flesh. He hadn't bothered with underwear—he rarely did. She nudged the fabric away from his cock, and it sprang free. Instead of going directly for its head, she moved down to free his balls.

  Andar helped to shove his pants down his thighs, wondering what she would do next.

  Flora licked and sucked his balls, first one and then the other. She kissed the inside of his thigh and moved up his length, kissing the side of his cock and then licking it like her favorite treat.

  The head of his dick was throbbing and desperate for her mouth. But Flora continued to lick and kiss the shaft. Andar growled his disapproval and saw the slight impish look on her face. She knew full well what she was doing to him.

  And yet he couldn't fault her, for she was showing him tender passion and affection. He sank a hand into her hair, which was still flaming red. Andar loved the softness of it.

  "Take me in your mouth," he demanded.

  Flora immediately obeyed, moving to the tip and swallowing it whole. She kissed the crown of his cock with deep wet kisses and then pulled more of his length into her mouth. Andar hadn't known how aroused he was until she attempted to take him into the back of her throat.

  He was damn near close to blowing his load, and it was under five minutes. The thought was inconceivable and yet he felt the burning at the base of his spine. She hollowed out her cheeks and began to suck hard. He moved into her mouth over and over again, his hips lifting off the chair.

  And then he was coming, hard and hot and much more than her mouth could take. He pulled out and came on her tits, loving the way she tried to swallow, but some had gotten on her chin.

  Andar grabbed a shirt, cleaning her mouth and breasts. Then he picked her up and set her over his lap. Her perfect ass was in the air.

  "You can use your hands to steady yourself," he said with a grunt, and then he took two fingers and stroked the heat between her thighs.

  Flora gasped, her hands shooting to the floor as he stroked her over and over again. She had just started to relax when he took his fingers, coated in her desire, and began to play with the ring of her ass.

  Flora tensed. Nobody had ever taken her there. She felt a surge of desire sweep through her; surely, he wouldn't expect?

  "I will fuck you here one day; make no mistake."

  It was as if he could read her mind.

  "But not tonight."

  He then pulled away and brought his hand down hard, the smack reverberating through the room.

  Flora yelped.

  "Breathe, Flora; you need to breathe."

  She took some harsh breaths and then listened to Andar as he showed her the deep breaths she needed to take. He then struck again, this time spanking her other cheek. She did as she was told, and it was much easier.

  Once Andar could see that she was handling things well, he increased his pace and pressure. He spanked her nearly twenty times until he could see the tears on her face and the liquid heat covering her thighs.

  This time, when he stroked her, she screamed and pushed her ass against his hand. She was ready.

  He pulled her up and looked at her beautifully tear-stained face.

  "Beautiful," he whispered and then positioned her legs on either side of the chair.

  She felt his massive cock at her core and wanted to sink down and take him. But Flora knew that Andar wouldn't like that. She wanted to please him; she was having the most erotic night of her life.

  He slammed into her with a grunt, and they both cried out. He had pleasured her so much that her entrance wasn't as tight as it could have been. But he was still a dragon, and it had been a long time since Flora had lain with a man.

  Andar raised and lowered her at his own pleasure. He whispered words of encouragement and told her how proud he was of her. He told her how he cherished her gift of submission.

  Flora felt the passion swirling within her, threatening to overtake her. It was stronger and wilder than anything she had ever known before.

  Frightened, passionate eyes met his, and Andar knew just how much she was allowing him inside.

  "Come for me, little spark."

  She shattered, her body spasming, and the orgasm ripped through her. He continued to fuck her until she came again and then again. It was only then that he finally released.

  Chapter 24

  It didn't take long to prepare to leave for their journey once they had returned. Jord had spent several long hours going over everything she could possibly think of to prepare them. To open a portal, it was necessary that everyone pool their magic together.

  Odin and Freya were more than happy to comply but warned the dragons that once this was completed, they were going back to Valhalla.

  "Why would you involve us in a war with the Lycans and then disappear?" Cane's jaw was tight, and his fists were clenched at his side.

  Zoe spoke up to her parents, "I don't know who you people are. The woman who raised me would never have behaved so callously. I have only to assume that she truly is gone. If you are to return to your home, we will have your word as a god that you will not interfere with any of the other realms, no matter what the outcome of this is."

  Odin's ruddy face flushed. "Now listen here, girl. You can't presume to talk that way to a god."

  Cane rose to his feet, a good foot taller than the Norse god.

  "My mate has spoken. If you are choosing to run and hide like children, you will be treated that way."

  Freya scowled, "We had to do something; the problem was getting out of hand."

  "Indeed?" Andar said with a raised brow. "Well, now you know the terms that have been set. Do you stay and fight? Or do you go home and face the consequences?"

  "We don't want Fenrir back in our realm," Odin said without preamble. "He is volatile, and there is a reason he was banished in the first place."

  "Because of that banishment, my people lost their realm to the Vernomi. An entire race of shifters was raised in the Earth Realm, and they are dying out prematurely. You have upset the Dragon Nation, indirectly, had the Dragon Kingdess imprisoned for generations, and tricked everyone into, once again, doing your bidding. Have I missed anything?"

  Andar's arm went out and curved around Flora's shoulders.

  "Well, when you put it that way, of course, it sounds bad," Freya tried to argue, but Zoe raised a hand to stop her.

  "My parents will accept their punishment and remain in their realm. If they don't, it will be an act of war."

  There was silence in the room, and Odin looked furious, but once the words were uttered, Zoe moved her hands in the symbol of trust and sealed the promise, making it every bit as binding as a contract. If they didn't adhere to it, not only would it be war, but Zoe would pay the price of breaking a promise.

  "It is done," Cane growled. "Open the portal."

  The magic was concentrated on the middle of the room, near the throne where Jord would sit. They were standing in a circle and directing their power to the middle. It was a tricky business causing a portal to open. One could have something of a permanent nature of just a small opening that would close up again.

  Because they needed to use another porta
l to get into the human world, this one was only half of what it would become. In a crystal that was around Flora's neck, was a cavity that would hold the remaining magic until they could use it in the fairy lands.

  The only place that would be strong enough to house such a spell would be in the circle of stones near the old palace.

  As the gateway began to appear, Flora and Andar stepped forward. The light was blinding, and so they covered their eyes. Slowly, they made their way to the portal, and then, in a flash, they were gone as well as the magic.

  * * *

  In the lands of the fey, there was a strange silence that was too quiet for a forest. One should have been able to hear the animals rustling the leaves, the wind whipping through the treetops and the bugs chirping.

  "There is death here." Flora felt the absence of her people in the lands that she had once called her home.

  Andar didn't attempt to placate her with empty phrases. But he did take her hand in his larger one. It was warm, and it was only then that Flora realized how very cold she was.

  They could see their breaths, each exhale a small billow of steam. Andar wasn't chilled; with the internal fire in his body, it took a lot to make a dragon cold. But Flora's constitution was quite a bit frailer.

  She shivered and stuck closely to his side. Flora eyed the trees around them. It was strange, but to her, they seemed almost sad. She reached out to touch one, and it was as cold as ice. She shivered and rubbed her arms before sinking back into Andar's side.

  Andar was very cognizant of the danger surrounding them. The Vernomi would catch their scent and soon be after them. It was a day's journey to the circle of stones, and he hadn't anticipated the cold. They had discussed him shifting into his dragon form. But Jord had warned that would bring them faster than if they tried to travel on foot.

  Any magic that was used would spark life into a depleted world, and it would not go unnoticed. However, as Flora shivered by his side, Andar knew that he couldn't allow her to freeze to death.

  He stopped and yanked the shirt he had off and dropped it over her head. It was comical the way her face looked as the shirt sank nearly to her knees.

  "You aren't very big," Andar said gruffly.

  "You're huge," Flora replied and then flushed.

  Andar wondered if she was remembering certain parts of him that had indeed been huge when she last viewed them. They were on their way to becoming huge now, which was completely inappropriate.

  There was something about the way her cheeks were turning pink that reminded him of her ass turning the same shade by the strike of his palm. He knew she had enjoyed their time together. Indeed, he knew she would be willing to play again.

  But in all of his time, Andar had never had a time when he had been so taken in by a submissive. She had wrapped him so tightly around her that he felt almost lost. It scared the living shit out of him.

  "Andar?"

  His head snapped up, "Yes?"

  "The river, just there. That is what we need to follow."

  He nodded and then once again took her hand. Why did it feel so right? And when she pushed against his side, why did he feel that he could take on anything just to keep her safe? It was troubling, the whole thing was rather troubling indeed.

  Chapter 25

  "Let me carry you."

  Flora's head snapped up, her lips tightening.

  "I am fine, thank you."

  Andar wanted to grind his teeth. He had no idea that the woman could be so fucking stubborn. She had started limping over two hours ago. He knew her feet had to be blistered and bruised. But she wouldn't quit, wouldn't accept his help, shit, wouldn't even take care of herself properly.

  She wasn't equipped for this world, he thought. Not anymore. Without the help of magic, she was too fragile, and he had no desire to watch her drive herself into the ground.

  He wasn't having it, not for a second. He grabbed her in his hand and shimmered into his dragon. Flora's hair turned the bright red of his scales and Andar felt a contentment in his belly that even his dragon agreed with.

  Andar, the human, might have been confused about his feelings toward the fey woman. But Andar's dragon knew his mate. She was his, and he took care of what was his.

  "You can't use your magic," Flora cried out, the fear in her voice palpable.

  Andar didn't have time to explain his reasoning. Now that magic had been used, the Vernomi would be on them soon. He needed to get the hell out of there and to the circle of stones. His large wings extended into the air and they were airborne.

  He flew faster than he ever had in his life. But he knew the Vernomi were coming. He felt it in his bones. It was the first time his dragon had ever seemed shaken, in all the battles he had fought in.

  Flora was huddled into his claw. Her large eyes were stark against her pale complexion. He wanted to assure her that everything would be all right. But he didn't like her pallor. She was much worse than he had suspected. He flapped harder, flew straighter, gave every movement his all. He would save her.

  They followed the river and were just past the forest when the Vernomi began closing in. The great cloaked figures floated above the ground. They had corporal bodies hidden beneath the cloaks. From what his mother had said, they were horrifying to look at.

  But Andar was interested in looking at them. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the circle of stones, where they needed to open the link to the human world.

  Something sharp pierced him. Somehow, it had sliced through his scales or maybe gotten under one. He struggled to hold his course. Flora wasn't moving in his hand any longer. He willed for her to hold on, just a little longer.

  Another sharp stab, another dip in flight.

  The circle was so close; he knew he could make it. But how was he supposed to get the necklace off of Flora in his dragon form? An idea came into his mind. It was insane.

  And yet, if it worked, he would be able to save them both. By this point, he had no idea how many wounds the enemy had inflicted, only that his vision was hazy and his strength seemed to be fleeting. In what could only be considered a Herculean effort, he gave one final burst of speed and then shifted mid-air, catching Flora to his chest and ripping the necklace off.

  He threw it to the ground just inside the circle and cried out the chant to open the portal. For a split second, he feared they would both tumble to their deaths. But then a light flickered, and a portal opened. Another sharp pain slashed across his back just as they fell directly into the light.

  * * *

  Earth

  "Fuck me, oh, that feels so good!"

  Gemma screamed as Quin licked her swollen folds. He had one hand on the inside of her thigh, pressing her impossibly wider, and the other shoving her leg up by her ear. He lapped at her, his tongue flicking her nub and then gliding over her in broad strokes.

  She could hardly think, let alone imagine how she had possibly gotten so lucky. This dragon king was everything she had ever wanted. He fucked her with his mouth until she was screaming, flying above her body in ecstasy.

  Seconds later, he was slamming his large cock inside of her, stretching her pussy wide to accommodate his girth. She could see the way her juices still clung to his lips and it only made her wetter. The orgasm she had just experienced began to change into a new tightening.

  Her body wasn't finished, and he knew just what to do with her. His hard body glistened in the moonlight. The wolves who had taken them in were likely ready to wring their necks.

  Quin couldn't get enough of Gemma. The second he was done fucking her, he wanted more, so much more. She was challenging and funny. She made him hot and gave him back just as much as he gave her.

  He felt her nails dig into his ass and he roared, "My mate, you are my mate!"

  Gemma had fought this with everything that was in her. But she knew, fuck, she knew he was right. Quin was her equal, the man she loved and the person she couldn't live without.

  "You are my chosen mate," she cri
ed out, the words fierce in her determination to grab her destiny and never let go.

  Fire erupted from his mouth. But it wasn't a burning flame despite the pinch of heat to her skin. She watched as his mark began to unfold on her stomach and hips, curling around her possessively just as Quin was in real life.

  He rammed into her harder and she felt her body begin to lose control. This time, when she came, the orgasm caused the very air she breathed to halt while her body shook in pure pleasure. It was glorious, uninhibited, and more beautiful than anything she had ever experienced.

  He erupted into her, his cock spurting as he gasped and clutched her closer to him. They both were a little dazed and shocked by what had just happened. However, it was nothing compared to the next few moments when a bright light appeared in the woods beside them.

  Then two figures came crashing through.

  "Close the portal!" Andar screamed, and Quin jumped up, his cock still partly hard.

  He used his magic to shut the portal and stared down at his brother who was bleeding profusely and the pale fey woman whom he had met in the fey courts.

  Just what in the hell was going on?

  Gemma grabbed the woman's wrist. "There is a faint heartbeat."

  "Shit, Andar, what the fuck?"

  Andar opened his eyes and answered, panting, "Had to go through the Fey Realm. Flora was dying, I could see it happening in front of my eyes. The Vernomi have some way of taking the life out of things."

  "Are you all right?" Quin asked.

  "Besides looking at your naked ass?" Andar said with a growl. "I will heal. Help her."

  And then he said the one word Quin didn't think he had ever heard his brother utter, "Please."

  Chapter 26

  "Must you always cut things quite so close?" Quin sent Andar a quizzical look as they tossed stones into the brook just west of the Lycan pack house.

  Andar was quiet for a moment before responding, "I didn't think we would ever see Mother again. I honestly thought she was dead. I know—she is a god, and gods don't die. But, Quin, she was broken and lost when we finally got to her. And to think it was those fucking Norse gods who helped restore her to her former glory. Now I can't hate them, either. It's fucking ridiculous."