Maiden Flight (16 page)

She looked out into the suite and saw Rohtina and Kelvan snuggling together in their wallow. Kelvan had one blue-green wing resting lightly over his mate and their necks were twined together lovingly. She felt a wave of love pass through her at the sight and realized that her small movements had woken her men.

Lars kissed her before she could even speak. It was a long, deep, hot kiss that spoke of love, commitment, passion, and joy. When he pulled back, he looked deep down into her eyes.

“Thank you, Belora. You saved us all when you saved Tina. I’ll never be able to find the words to express—” he choked up a bit and she moved to kiss him, silencing his tumbling thoughts.

“I think I know what she means to you, at least a little. You don’t have to thank me. I would do anything in the world for you, Lars, and for Kel and Tina. You all are my family and I love you.” She kissed him once more and felt a stirring behind her as Gareth rolled her onto her back and loomed over her.

“And where do I fit into the equation?” The light in his eyes told her he was teasing. He knew full well where he fit in her heart and in her life, but it was good to say the words.

“You’re the one who brought us all together.”

Actually, I think that was my role. An amused dragon voice sounded in their heads as Kel brought his great head over to rest in the doorway, watching them. After all, I’m the one who found you in the forest, milady.

Belora sat up and regarded the dragon with some consternation. “What’s with the ‘milady’ stuff, Kel? Why are you suddenly calling me that?”

Kel drew his head up to look down at the trio in the bed. Because you are undoubtedly of the royal line. We dragons struck a deal with Draneth the Wise millennia ago and as his kin, you deserve respect.

“How in the world do you figure I’m related to the king’s line? I mean, I know that healing thing was awfully strange, but my mother heals people.

What I did can’t be all that different.”

Ah, but it is. Rohtina’s graceful neck lifted her golden head to rest near Kelvan in the doorway. It’s a gift of wizards alone and there’s no true wizard blood left in this realm but for the royal line.

Rohtina stretched to rub her sensitive neck scales along her mate’s and all three in the bed felt the renewed arousal.

“We can argue about bloodlines later,” Gareth grumbled, catching Belora about the waist and tugging her down on the bed once more. “For now, we have more important things to do.”

Lars, not to be outdone, pulled her on top of him, using his powerful muscles to lift them both into a sitting position against the headboard of the huge bed. He positioned her across his lap so that she was straddling him while Gareth moved behind her. They felt the dragons withdraw to their large wallow, rolling and twining together as the heat rose between them.

The humans felt the same heat, sharing it with the dragons as Lars tested his mate’s readiness with a few teasing, tantalizing fingers. He stopped, his fingers high up inside her, to look deeply into her eyes.

"Tina's pregnant."

"Yes, she is. So?" Her voice was more than a little breathy with Lars'

fingers lodged inside her and Gareth stroking her breasts from behind.

"So you could be too."

Belora gasped as he rubbed that spot right up inside her that always made her squirm. "Mmm. Yes, I could."

"Would you like that? Do you want our baby?" His turquoise eyes sought her gaze, something deep inside, yearning in him. She could feel it.

She leaned forward to kiss him. "I want your baby. And Gareth's. I want a bunch of children with you both."

He sighed as he removed his fingers, caressing her as he moved her into position over his hard dick.

"Then we'd better get to work on them. What do you say?"

"Oh, yes," she breathed as he settled her down over his hard, solid length. He slid home as she writhed on top of him, her inner muscles clenching around him.

She could hear the dragons making a mess of the sand in the central chamber and knew they were nearing completion. It wouldn't be long now before both her men claimed her in perfect union with the dragons that shared their souls.

Gareth pushed her down onto Lars' chest and prepared her rear entrance. He bent over her, biting at her earlobe as he pushed himself home within her tight ass.

"If you have Lars' baby first, I want to be next."

"Yes. Anything, Gareth! I'll do anything you want."

"Now that's what I like to hear." He chuckled as he slid all the way home, the slow and easy passion the dragons were sharing this time having the same effect on the human side of the partnership. "You've had her pussy a lot lately, Lars. I take it you want to plant our first baby?"

Lars began to move in her body as soon as Gareth was fully seated. The men moved in rhythm, driving her wild as they timed their thrusts for greatest impact.

Lars grunted. "If you have no objection."

"Can you two discuss this later?"

The last word rose to a screech as she came hard around both of their cocks and they just kept pumping. She knew then that they'd bring her to orgasm multiple times before the dragons were finished with them. The frantic mating flights of the first few days had settled into long, drawn-out sessions in the sand that were echoed by the humans in hours of love play and the most incredible waves of pleasure she had yet experienced.

"Ssh, Belora, this is very important." Gareth's teeth teased her ear as he pumped steadily into her from behind. "Someone has to make plans here." He stroked her just a little more deeply. "Now what do you think about our first child being fair and blonde like Lars? Or would you rather have a dark haired tyke first?"

"Either. Both! I don't care!" She sobbed as she neared another peak, even higher than the last.

“Oh, but you must,” Gareth chastised her as he rode her through another shattering climax.

“I want…” she panted to catch her breath and her scattered senses. “I want both kinds. Whenever the Mother grants it. I want both.”

"Well, if that's what you really want, I suppose that's just what you'll get."

Gareth stroked harder, his breath coming a bit shorter now as the dragons neared completion, urging on their knights. Lars too was pounding into her pussy now, stroking her higher and higher still.

"Sweet Mother, Gareth! You're right. Twins!" Lars pushed deeper now, his turquoise eyes bright with both satisfaction and hunger.

"Twins?!" she shrieked as she came yet again and still they drove her higher.

"When knight pairs mate with females of the royal line," he was panting, nearer now, "the Mother and Her magic often bless them with twins." He was close now and she climbed high once more. The dragons rolled furiously just outside the door, grunting and roaring just a little as smoke filled the air in the slight dome above their wallow. "One from each…" He dug into her as Lars did, both nearing their crisis point.

"Sweet Mother!" Lars swore as he started to come along with his dragon partner. Rohtina's cry sounded through the suite of rooms followed only a second later by Kelvan's harsh grunt.

Gareth came when Kel did and both knights filled her to overflowing as she screamed their names and convulsed between them. It went on and on as the dragons dragged out their pleasure. Gareth collapsed on them, squashing her for just a few moments between her men, a position she loved. Lars supported them against the padded headboard, his body spasming within her as the pleasure drained from him in long, hot waves.

When they finally found the strength to pull apart and settle bonelessly on the huge bed, Belora thought over what Gareth had said.

"Twins?" Her voice was soft and dreamy. "Truly?"

Gareth reached over to stroke her cheek. "It's more than a possibility. If you're of the royal blood—and I have little doubt you are—then the wizard magic is in your veins. You'll carry one baby from each of us."

"Oh, that would be so beautiful."

"I'm glad you think so." Lars leaned up on one elbow looking down at her, the love in his eyes shining bright in the dim room. "I want a big family. I want our children to have what I never did. I want them to belong to each other and to us."

Belora launched herself into her mate's strong arms. "That's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard." A tear found its way down her cheek and Lars bent to kiss it away. "I want the same thing."

"Then we're all in agreement." Gareth poured wine for each of them from the bedside table and passed the goblets around as they all sat up, some strength returning.

"I didn't thank you both yet for going to save my mother."

"Our children will need their grandmother. Especially when their parents want to spend some time alone." Gareth wiggled his eyebrows and chuckled, making them all laugh.

"No, I mean it. Truly. I didn't think I could love either of you more, but when you put your lives on the line for my mother, I knew that if I lost any of you—human or dragon—I never would be the same. I would never be whole again."

"But what about the king?" Lars spoke softly from the far side of the bed.

"You'll have to go meet him and investigate where you come from. The royal blood is too precious to remain anonymous. What if you're a princess? Will you still want to live with us in this backwater Lair?"

She reached over to stroke his stubbly cheek. "Even if I were the queen, I'd never give you up. I love you." She narrowed her eyes in thought. "Though I suppose it is possible that I have some strange origins."

"Why do you say that?" Gareth moved up to support her from behind as they lounged on the huge bed.

"It's something Kelzy told my mother. She said that her parents weren't her blood parents, that it was obvious to Kelzy that my mother had been adopted."

"Adopted?" Gareth prompted her when her words trailed off.

"Yes, but she never found out from where, or who her real parents might be."

"By the Mother, then it’s more than likely your mother's real parents were of royal descent."

"I guess that could be true." She shrugged. “And twins do run in my family. My mother doesn’t speak of them much, but before me, she had twin girls. They were taken just before we moved to the forest when I was about five winters, I think.”

“Taken? You mean they died?” Gareth had perked up and looked keenly interested.

“No, they’re not dead. At least I don’t think they are. They were stolen. It was horrible.” She shuddered and leaned into Lars’ supporting arm as both men moved closer at the first sign of her distress. “We were in a big town, at a market. Men rushed us. Big men. I remember one had a jagged scar on his face and was missing the two little fingers on his left hand.” She shuddered and strong arms went around her, soothing her. “They hit my mother and grabbed my sisters. They were too strong for her and no one would help us.

The scarred man tried to grab me, but my mother held me tight and started running. She ran and ran. They pursued us, but didn’t catch her. She may be small, but she’s fast.” A small, sad smile lifted one side of her face. “She went back and tried to find my sisters, but they were gone. We left that day and never went back.”

“So the reason she went to the forest, way out in the middle of nowhere was because she was hiding?” Lars puzzled through the situation with his calm logic.

“I never thought of that, but I guess it could be true. We didn’t have any money and when we came across the cottage, it was empty. No one claimed it when we asked in the village and they welcomed the idea of having a healer move in closer to the village. Some of them even helped Mama in the early days, bringing her food and household items to trade for her herbal remedies.

That’s how we’ve lived for the past decade and more.”

“How old were your sisters when they were taken?” Gareth’s voice was calm but very serious.

“I was about five, so I guess they were about ten or eleven.”

“Then they’d be in their early twenties now. Twenty-three or so.”

“Yes, I guess so.” She nodded, settling back into their arms. She saw the look of determination pass between her two mates and wondered at it.

“We have to find them.” Lars’ quiet voice made her sit up in surprise.

“What?”

“Your sisters. We have to find them. Royal blood is too precious, and women who potentially have the ability to heal dragons and be mates to our brethren are scarcer than even that. We have to alert the other Lairs to be on the lookout for your sisters. Dragons and their knights may be able to sniff them out, now that we know they exist.”

Hope entered her heart. “Do you really think so?”

Lars stroked her cheek. “I believe it with all my heart.”

“The Mother of All brought you and your mother to us, didn’t She?”

Gareth sought her eyes, his own smiling softly in the dim room. “Now that we know your sisters could be out there, we’ll spread the word. Believe me, there’s nothing a knight or dragon likes better than a quest.”

All three of them chuckled at that and settled back in the huge bed.

“The Mother did indeed know what She was doing when She brought me to you.” Belora’s hands snaked out to either side to grasp her mates’ hands tightly in her own, her thoughts spinning ahead to the possibility of finding her sisters. The future looked bright indeed.

The End.

Bianca D’Arc

Bianca is the "D'Arc" side of an otherwise mild-mannered and successful career woman. She wishes she could say that she is happily married to a magnificent alpha male warrior, but such is not the case…yet. Bianca is ever hopeful and a great believer in Fate. Why, you ask? Getting the urge to up and quit her dream job on Wall Street just two weeks before 9/11 might be one reason. There are many others.

A life-long martial arts enthusiast, Bianca enjoys a number of hobbies and interests that keep her busy and entertained such as playing the guitar, shopping, painting, shopping, skiing, shopping, road trips, and did we say…

um… shopping? A bargain hunter through and through, Bianca loves the thrill of the hunt for that excellent price on quality items, though she’s hardly a fashionista. She likes nothing better than curling up by the fire with a good book, or better yet, by the computer, writing a good book.