Dragon Guardian (Drakins of Wyrmarach) (7 page)

He retrieved a bottle of wine from the small apartment
refrigerator below the shelves of electronic equipment, and then poured a pale
golden yellow liquid with a greenish tinge, Riesling Spatlese 2007 GK into the
crystal goblet.

He swirled the wine under his nose inhaling the bright aromas
then sipped the wine, velvety sweet fruit coursed down his throat. He paused to
enjoy the elegant finish of the masterfully crafted German wine. The bloody
trail of gore left by his gloves around the delicate crystal repulsed him, just
like the wretched creatures, to taint the civilized enjoyment of a glass of
wine.

Scrutinizing the hide for any hint of magical power revealed
nothing to him. The secret remained hidden in the leathery expanse. He refused
to give up. A break-through had to be near, or he would soon have to find
another dragon on his own because this one wasn’t looking good. Perhaps it was
time to get some more live chickens for the thing to eat.

He’d experimented on the monster for all these months,
drinking the blood, pulverizing the cells to powder form for ingestion, wearing
garments made of the leather, extracting hormones, cultivating bacteria from
the animal’s skin and anything he could think of to trigger his own suspected
dormant dragon gene.

The documents about the sidhartha had convinced him the
secret was to be revealed from the skin. This puzzle would not defeat him if he
had to remove the entire hide, section by section, from the beast’s massive
carcass.

Yes, the work helped
The Chosen concentrate and see the clarity of the situation. He valued this
time working before he returned to his apartment and the complicated tangle
there. It wouldn’t do to lose his temper again. Another sip of
wine,
and the knot of tension in his chest loosened.

Even though he’d
temporarily lost his first choice of women he had another waiting that could
prove somewhat interesting, Maura. He savored the fae girls name over his
tongue with the wine. Red haired vixens seemed to be his weakness and his bane.
Perhaps tonight he could find her wings.

Wren, the fledgling
Guardian was the key to unraveling the whole problem. His success would require
consummate planning. Next time he would lay a better trap.

Caleb reached around her
, cupping her
butt
in his palms to lift her while Ethan lounged against
the table of the small kitchen. Wren’s upstairs apartment was cozy. She
stiffened and gasped, as if their slight foreplay had caused her to cum. Caleb
spread her thighs open over Ethan’s. An age old battle between instinct needing
sex now, and reason demanding patience, warred through him.

She wanted them but was it only a response to their dragonic
pheromones, something she would later regret. Yet, he felt powerless to resist
her brand of chemical fire pounding through his veins. She had to be one of
their lost people. Ethan’s cock pressed snug against the cleft between the
cheeks of her ass. His energy signature sparked, pulsing gold with lust. The
barrier of their clothes felt inconsequential.

He focused his thoughts into Ethan’s opening the psi-link between
them. Psychic energy bound the brothers’ thoughts and emotions around Wren as
they positioned her to lean back against Ethan’s torso for support.

Ethan filled his hands with her breasts, stroking his thumbs
across the soft flesh, their weight balanced in his hands. He coaxed her pert
nipples into tight points under the satin of her bra. The excited catch in her
breathing and sparking mental consciousness encouraged him to demand more of
her.

Caleb experienced his brother’s appreciation of her perfect
shape, lush and full. He grabbed Ethan’s emotion, wrapping their need together,
delivered to Wren in a kiss, his tongue a welcomed invader to her mouth,
showing what his body needed to do with hers.

He stepped into the opening Ethan’s thighs spread for him,
the hard length of his cock pressing against her intimate sweet spot. Her
responsiveness encouraged him to push for more.

Life energy built between the three of them, swelling with
potential. Caleb wanted to shout his elation to the universe, to run, to fuck,
and to conquer. The swirling mass of emotion, raw need and hunger consumed him,
threatening his control with an underlying fear. Something was emerging between
the three of them that was more than need of a woman for a casual fuck.

Strong emotion and close connection could trigger him and
Ethan’s change. The fear that the intense lust riding them would erupt,
unleashing a shift to the primal animal within them, lurked on the edge of his
perception. Fear that she might still reject either one or both of them. Fear
that none of this was real.

Caleb devoured her lips in a kiss she took control of, which
robbed him of reason. He opened himself to sensation and blinding passion. He
soared in spirit, like their dragon gliding the upper thermal air currents. She
had a powerful chemistry beyond logic, something that drew them to her.

The pheromones added to the effect of her blood in their
systems. Yes, he and Ethan were high on the brain chemistry of this one two
punch. Could this be what the women had felt, attracted by their dragonic
pheromones, this unbridled, mindless hunger?

She took control, giving herself to them through the kiss.
Her assertiveness dissolved his doubts.

Images from her mind of how she wanted them to love her
filled his thoughts. He responded to her kisses, following her direction. He
felt her acknowledge and accept their unique qualities along with their
unrelenting need of her.

Is this odd that we can
sense her thoughts and emotions Ethan?

Ethan’s distinctive touch slid into his mind.

The connection has to
have something to do with absorbing her blood. We’ve triggered some component
of a chemical DNA exchange with her.

The three of them were changing, aligning into something more
than three individuals. He and Ethan touched her, working her body in direct
response to her thoughts and needs as though inside her mind.

The intense, chemical-induced
eros
to take her drove him wild with a mindless craving to bury his cock into her
lush body, a craving to make the pictures in her mind reality, giving into the
need for physical release. He wanted to drive into her, to give a tempo to the
powerful primal rhythm, which raged in him.

He wanted to blast open the connection in her mind so he
could feel her-- no, more,
be
inside her when she
came. Her pleasure in Ethan teasing her nipples and Caleb rubbing her clit
radiated through the link. Her pants hugged her hips. Why did she have to be
dressed in these impenetrable blue jeans?

If he could get her out of these clothes, he could have her.
With the last shred of wit he accepted he’d lost control of his emotion. Not
that it mattered. His single important thought centered on her longing for
them, wrapped around him in tight bands.

She called for action, feeding an unreasonable heated
hormonal thrall to mate. She wanted more, needed him,
had
to have him…
them
. He didn’t care
that she barely knew them. Any reticence wouldn’t matter once he forged past
those barriers. Sacrifice of his carefully built control was inconsequential to
the pleasure they would have taking her.

Fantasies of how tight she would feel, how her hot moist
sheath would grip his cock. She would control him with whispered commands, and
he would take her until she screamed his name as she came. She responded to
their psychic whispers, building the churning emotion between the three of
them.

Passion shook him with an intensity bordering on pain. He
pushed against her, hoping she would find a way to remove her jeans. He clasped
her hips, lean and smooth in his hands. Caleb pulled her against his thrusts,
her demanding kisses holding them together. Sharing her taste consumed him.

Caleb thrust his marble hard cock against her jean-clad core
one last time, sending her over the edge. His lips descended on her mouth to
capture her scream of ecstasy. Her release wrapped around them and
simultaneously through him. He swept the feeling through the link and into
Ethan with the power of a lust filled orgasmic punch.

Ethan moaned with the force the echo of her pleasure. They
had become Wren reveling in the experience, her thundering climax became their
own. She cried out between them, after-shocks of her orgasm shattered the deep
shared connection pushing Caleb and Ethan out of the link with her.

Ethan rested his head on her shoulder holding her wrapped his
arms
,
I feel her channeling through you. That’s
never happened with any other woman. Caleb, how can you focus all this sexual
energy? Caleb?

An insistent irritation pushed in his mind and Caleb couldn’t
respond so he ignored the distraction. Ethan’s touch pounded at his psyche,
forcing reason into the lust-filled heat, which possessed him.

Yes, he was here with Ethan, and this small woman. She could
be theirs, her will was irrelevant,
they’d
take what
they wanted, what they needed. Ethan intervened harder with a pinching psychic
twist that radiated pain through him.
Oww, ahhh, owww
.

Yes, that’s right,
Caleb, now that I have you by the psychic nuts, get a fucking grip,
man,
we have to stay in control. We’re not barbarians.
Claiming us and advancing the bonding has to be her choice of free will.
Ethan’s
mental voice infiltrated the haze, clearing his judgment. Wren unleashed
something inside him that wanted to be wild and out of control.

Ethan was right.
Too much, Too fast
.

Yeah, brother, slow
this fucking train down. There’s too much we don’t know. She could be trying to
control us to keep us sidetracked.
With Ethan’s help, Caleb forced a steel
discipline over the raging heat before the loss of control stripped away
everything human.

Wren’s rational
thoughts are being swamped by her body’s demands. If we push her to claim us
before she has time to put all this together, we’ll lose her.

Ethan, ever the pragmatist, restored the perfect balance between
them and within Caleb. Ethan’s skilled Anchor talent braced him. They were fire
and ice, balancing each other’s weaknesses and strengths.

Being glad Ethan helped him maintain his self-control didn’t
mean the metaphysical gonad crunch he’d used to do so felt good. She clung to
them panting between murmured sighs of
so
good
. He rested his forehead against hers, each breath inhaling her rich
scent. She was perfect. He would find the patience to wait until she was ready
to accept them both.

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The first nagging
thought buzzed around Ethan’s awareness like an aggravating moskfly, both
beautiful and poison in equal measures. The buzzing of premonition made him
curse, damn. He was going to have to extricate himself out from under the
blanket of softness. Wren lay collapsed in sated sleep, draped over half his
torso, one leg flung over his denim clad thigh.

Caleb spooned against her back side opened his eyes to stare
down Ethan in his dilemma. So, his brother felt it too. Not surprising. Caleb
nodded slowly easing back off the bed away from the sleeping form of the woman.

They’d brought her sexual fulfillment in a variety of ways
always short of engaging in penetration sex with her. That would have to wait.
It was obvious her mind was untrained and she didn’t know the consequences of
what she was doing. After her first questing mental contact they’d both steeled
themselves from letting her mind capture theirs initiating a shared bonding.

Full cock buried sex would lower their shields too far to
resist her wild energy. They couldn’t take the chance she’d need time to
realize what a mental link with them would mean. She’d have to know what they
became and choose a joined future with them. Anything less and she would resent
the bonding.

Caleb picked up his shirt. Ethan had to move her. He grappled
with the decision to wake her or try to ease from the bed allowing her the
sleep she needed.

Mmmhhaa.
She mumbled against his
chest. He rolled her onto her back, pulling a pillow to cushion under her head.
“We have to go.” He kissed her on the forehead.

Her eyes sprang open taking her from drowsy to an impression
of wide awake in a blink.

“Go?”

“Yes.”

She blurted. “First I can’t get rid of you and now you’re
leaving me. Where’s Caleb?” The random bubbles of thought gave away her less
than alert state.”

Caleb put his hand on her foot. “I’m here. But I must go with
Ethan.”

“Go.” She stated again as if saying the word would absorb the
meaning of the thought.

Caleb pulled the t-shirt she’d given him over his arms and
poked his head through the neckline pulling it on as he strode to her side.
“Yes, we must go.”

She sat up cross legged in the bed, her ample breasts bobbing
with the motion of her effort. The sheet draped down around her hips barely
covering the dusky red curls nestled at the juncture of her thighs. So like a
naked goddess. The dragon torque clasping the queen stones winked from its
perch around her neck. Ethan had more questions than answers. Not a state that
gave him comfort.

Caleb leaned in close inhaling her scent. “We’ve been called
and must attend to a matter.”

“I didn’t hear the phone.”

Ethan let the misunderstanding slide. “I want you to stay
here in the apartment until we return.”

“I’ve got things to do. What time is it? I have to reopen the
shop.” She searched around the bed, patting and rifling the sheets. Caleb
handed her the green shirt she’d been wearing.

Ethan stepped away from the bed to retrieve his shirt. “It’s
time for you to get more rest. You’re going to need it.”

She blushed pink along the blades of her cheeks and pulled
the shirt over her tempting round breasts.

“I would have you stay naked and in bed waiting for us. We
are far from finished.” Caleb voiced Ethan’s thoughts while he eased her hair
up out of the fabric and smoothed it over her back. He caressed her sliding his
hands down her arms. Tremors rippled along her skin chasing his touch.

If she decided she couldn’t accept both of them and preferred
one over the other it would complicate things immensely. The brothers had to
live together. Ethan didn’t think he had the fortitude to reside in the same
house, sharing their intimacy through his brother’s mental link without
participating. He doubted Caleb could either.

The feelings of unease intruded. He wanted to resist the
urge. Say no to the call and say with Caleb to explore her lush treasures
longer. He toyed with the idea of telling Caleb to stay with her, that he’d go
on his own to explore the psychic call. But it would be useless breath.

Their uniqueness in shifting required their united effort in
all things and Caleb wouldn’t leave his side.

“We
must
go Caleb.”

There was really no way to determine where they were going or
when they would be able to return. There was no point in telling her that
critical fact. It would take too long to explain and she probably wouldn’t be
able to understand why they were following a nebulous feeling into the unknown
anyway.

“Yes I feel it too.” Caleb kissed her shoulder and she closed
her eyes leaning into his touch. Ethan reached out to cup her cheek and chin,
so small and delicate in his hand. She nuzzled against his touch in a gesture
so promising he had hope for the first time in years, if it was real. “I’m not
sure how long this will take but we
will
be back.”

Reluctance.
Leaving her confirmed he’d never really
understood the meaning of the word before. The moment redefined several things
within him, perhaps changed things forever.