Dragonking mmm paranorma.., p.1
DragonKing: MMM Paranormal Romance, page 1
DragonKing
S. Rodman
Dark Angst Publishing
Copyright © 2023 by S. Rodman
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This book contains,
Reference to past SA by a family member.
Reference to dubious consent.
Internalised shame over sexual preference.
Murder.
Attempted murder.
Contents
Previously
DragonKing
1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
9. Chapter 9
10. Chapter 10
11. Chapter 11
12. Chapter 12
13. Chapter 13
14. Chapter 14
15. Chapter 15
16. Chapter 16
17. Chapter 17
18. Chapter 18
19. Chapter 19
20. Chapter 20
21. Chapter 21
22. Chapter 22
23. Chapter 23
24. Chapter 24
25. Chapter 25
26. Chapter 26
27. Chapter 27
28. Chapter 28
29. Chapter 29
30. Chapter 30
31. Chapter 31
32. Chapter 32
33. Chapter 33
34. Chapter 34
35. Chapter 35
36. Chapter 36
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Previously
Late summer saw me living in exile with Harlen and Kirby in the cottage. I had no magic, no rank, no dragon.
But I had my lovers, and Je still let me ride. I had the serene peace of the Welsh countryside. All was not lost.
Then the eggs were laid. Four of them. A true miracle.
One, sadly was weak and not destined for long in this world.
On the full moon, Harlen somehow saw how to give me the fading dragon soul. I had magic again, and I was soon bonded to Je once more. Everything was a blessing.
Harlen’s powers as a seer awoke, and everything seemed to suggest that Kirby was the dewisedig.
Then a lightning strike, and Harlen foolishly willing to sacrifice himself for me, revealed the truth.
I am the dewisedig.
Just as I thought I had received all the surprises life was ever going to deliver me, Harlen brought an injured tylwyth home. Harlen bravely created a psychic link and spoke to the creature.
He found that the tylwyth are not our foe. They are merely running from the fey, and the fey are very close to invading Earth.
Amongst all these shocking revelations, there were assassination attempts and visits from the senedd. In the end, I knew I had to face destiny. I could no longer hide in a cottage in the middle of nowhere.
I challenged the man who had taken control of my keep to a duel. I won.
And we returned home.
DragonKing
Dragons. Destiny. Duty.
The sum of my life. All that I am.
Yet I wish to be more than that. I wish to be a worthy partner for my lovers.
I now have immense prestige and power, more than I could ever have imagined.
Yet all I truly want is Kirby and Harlen.
Does that make me selfish?
Those months we spent alone in the cottage together have become my touchstone. My strength, and my hope for the future. For what do warriors fight for, if not a chance for peace and love?
But the whole world is at stake, not just my happiness. I cannot afford to be selfish.
There are enemies in every corner. A dizzying dance of politics to play. I have dragon eggs to protect, my lovers to keep safe and dragon riders to lead.
War is brewing.
Can I win, or am I destined to lose everything?
Chapter one
The nightmare is clawing into me. Devouring me with sharp, wicked teeth. All is pain and fear. There is no escape. No mercy. No hope.
“Cai. Wake up.”
Gasping, I breach the surface of consciousness. For a moment I fight my blankets, then I realise where I am.
I’m in my bed. In the keep. I’m home and it is the middle of the night. There is no need to panic.
But I’m still panting from the night terror. I sit up and run a trembling hand over my face. My heart is racing. If only I could will it to slow. But only time is going to achieve that.
“Thank you, Je.”
Warmth, love and understanding flows from my dragon. He is flying over the sea somewhere, with most of the flight. Si is singing a song of one of the old tales. It makes me smile to know my dragon is enjoying himself with his friends, and making new ones amongst the dragons who have joined us.
Gently, I withdraw from the bond. I have no wish to disturb any more of his night. I don’t want to infect him with my irrational dark mood.
As the bond fades, solitude settles over me like a shroud. Now I am all alone. Panic starts to rise again. It’s a battle to keep it down.
I miss the cottage. I miss sleeping all squished up in one bed with Kirby and Harlen, as if we were a pile of puppies, or dragon kits.
Those months in the cottage were the best nights of sleep in my entire life. Je didn’t have to wake me once. In my lovers’ arms, I slept soundly.
A heavy sigh escapes me and echoes around my empty room. Why did I shoot down Harlen’s suggestion that we continue the practice? I’m such an idiot. I can’t go back on it now. I’m stuck with this isolation and it is entirely my own fault.
Are Harlen and Kirby sharing a bed right now? The pain of that thought nearly takes my breath away. The fault is mine not theirs, I’m the cold and stubborn bastard. There is no reason for them to sleep alone.
My gaze keeps being drawn to my bedroom door. There is nothing stopping me from going to look. I can see if they are snuggled up together. Then maybe I can think of an excuse to join them.
I throw my blankets back before I have fully decided to. Guess I am doing this. I walk as silently as I can across my small bedroom. My silk pyjama trousers are a flimsy defence against the chill of the winter air, but I brace myself against it.
Thankfully, the door opens without a discriminatory creak. Now, do I go up the hall to Kirby’s room, or down to Harlen’s?
A smile tugs at my lips. Kirby’s. Harlen is cunning about not getting his own sheets dirty. He has always been that way.
He might be alone in his own bed, and I could go to him. But he would ask questions and possibly tease. Though, since Kirby has come into our lives, Harlen has often surprised me with his thoughtfulness and unwavering support. Seems the cocky playboy might be finally growing up.
But I think I will check Kirby’s room first.
I pad up the hall. In the dark of night, I feel like a thief. I think, to my old human eyes, this hallway would be pitch black, but ever since I was gifted the soul of a dragon, I have been able to see clearly in the dark. Just one of many subtle, yet profound, changes I need to continue to adjust to.
I reach my destination and carefully push Kirby’s door open.
Moonlight streams through the window. Kirby is alone. Sprawled out decadently under blankets painted silver by the light. He looks so peaceful. How does he do it?
It is not as if he had a happy childhood or an easy life. Especially lately. Since I lured him here under false pretences, his life has been one long whirlwind of chaos and disaster.
Yet here he is, sleeping like a baby. Perhaps it is the power of a clear conscience. A gift granted to him for being kind and caring. Which would be fair enough. As a warm light in the darkness of the world, Kirby deserves to sleep well.
And here I am, acting like a proper creep by sneaking into his room in the middle of the night and watching him sleep. I should go, but I’m captivated by him and the strength of emotion that the sight of him has ignited. Kirby is wonderful and beautiful and I could stare at him forever.
I shiver. It is flipping freezing. I either need to get into bed with Kirby or go back to my own. If I stand here any longer, I’ll get hypothermia.
I step forward and slip into Kirby’s bed. He is naked and warm and I feel guilty for spooning my cold body around his heat. But not guilty enough to stop.
He stirs. “Cai?” he asks sleepily.
“Go back to sleep,” I order.
“Are you okay? Why…?” he murmurs, but I interrupt him before he can finish his question.
“Oh. Okay,” agrees Kirby happily, and he wriggles back, pushing himself closer to me.
I breathe through a mask of his hair as he drifts back to sleep. Once I am sure he is sleeping soundly once more. I move my hand to shove his hair out of my face. His warmth is seeping into me. He is unknowingly giving me the comfort I was seeking. I feel much better now.
But I still cannot sleep. I’m wide awake and all my worries are taunting me. I need to keep Kirby safe. I need to protect the eggs. Eerie needs to stay a secret for now. Harlen can no doubt look after himself, but I could not go on if something happened to him.
And hundreds of riders and their dragons have flocked to the dewisedig banner. They have risked everything to follow me and I cannot let them down.
I take in a deep breath and inhale Kirby’s comforting scent. The dewisedig is supposed to save the very world. The legends say from the tylwyth, but the true enemy is the fey.
It is a daunting task. I wish the fates had given more tools. More knowledge. More power. More anything. But maybe I’m just being greedy. I’m literally the chosen one, yet I’m not content with what I have been given.
I have power. Prestige. A fulfilling destiny. A place in history.
I should be grateful. And all of that does speak to the dark places in my soul. It does please me. It is not all overwhelming terror. I am vain enough to be able to relish and enjoy it.
Well, some of the time, at least.
I sigh again, softly as to not wake Kirby. Whatever I feel about it, it is my burden to bear and I would not wish to give it to anyone else. So I need to stop whining. I am suited to this task.
I like bossing people around, and a lot of people like being told what to do. They like the reassurance of it. The comfort. The absolution of responsibility. Gods know I can relate to that. Thoughts of Harlen start to swirl through me. I take a deep breath and push them away.
The point is, that, outside of the bedroom, I like being in control. I enjoy seeing the path ahead and making decisions. I’m better at it than most. Not that it makes me special. It is simply a skill I was born with and one that I should use. We all should play to our strengths.
The fates know what they are doing. I have to have faith in that.
Another deep breath. I pull Kirby even closer to me and wrap my arm tightly around his waist. Tendrils of sleep are finally starting to weave over me. Perhaps I will get some rest tonight after all.
Heavens’ know I need it.
Chapter two
It is still mostly dark when I awake. Feeble winter morning light is weakly seeping in through the window. The sun has stirred but not yet risen. This time of year, it means I have slept in. Damn it, I left my phone, and the alarm I had set on it, in my room. I need to get up.
Except I can’t. Kirby is snuggled up close to my front, and Harlen is pressed up tightly against my back. I can feel the contours of his ridiculous muscles. This position is deliciously warm and comfortable, but I can’t move an inch.
I have no recollection of Harlen joining us. It is a little alarming, but then again, it is hardly surprising that my subconscious knows that Harlen is not a threat. He is the very opposite.
Reflexively, I check down my bond. Usually I check on Je before I have even opened my eyes. Harlen, and being late may have distracted me, but now my usual routine is clicking into place.
My whispering touch reaches out and finds Je sound asleep in the stable. I can deduce from that information that the eggs and Ri and Zh are well. Everything is good.
Except for my current predicament. If I wriggle too much, I’ll wake my lovers up. But I can’t stay here, as lovely as that would be.
I have to try something. I move back barely an inch and then freeze. Harlen’s enormous erection is now pressing against my ass. He murmurs in appreciation and rubs against me a little.
Arousal flares, sudden and insistent. My body thinks this would be a fine way to start the day. I disagree. I have things to do and I can’t afford to be distracted. I need my wits about me.
I move back more violently, clearly making an insistent shove, a demand that I be released, but Harlen doesn’t yield. Instead, he wraps an arm around my waist and holds me flush against him.
“Harlen, get off. I need to get up,” I huff as I push uselessly at his stupidly overly muscled arm.
He yawns and doesn’t release me. “There is time for a quickie.”
“No, there is not! I have a meeting.”
Kirby is awake now. He rolls over, flashes me a quick grin, and then starts burrowing under the blankets, working his way down.
“What are you doing!” I snap in alarm.
“Giving you that morning blowjob you said was the reason you climbed into my bed,” he says sweetly, his voice muffled by the covers.
Shit.
Suddenly, every muscle in my body clenches. My back starts to arch but is stopped by Harlen holding me. My brain takes a moment to translate the overwhelming sensation coursing through my body.
Kirby is mouthing my hard cock through my silk pyjamas, and for some reason it feels incredible. The now wet silk combined with the heat of his mouth is a heady combination.
“Hmmm,” says Harlen in my ear. “Make that noise again, Brat. I liked it.”
Anger and indignation surge through me. I want to punch Harlen in his smug, absurdly handsome face. How dare he talk to me like that. But the fact that he does, increases my arousal. My lust and desire is now a howling, desperate thing.
Fuck Harlen.
How does he always do this to me? It is infuriating. And wonderful. And immensely annoying.
He holds me tight while Kirby sucks on my cock. To my horror, I start to sag against Harlen. Giving in. Surrendering. Submitting.
I hate it. I love it. I couldn’t live without it.
Kirby increases his suction, and a terrible noise comes out of me. Pleasure is quieting all the noise and turmoil in my head. Right now, I can only feel, and it is bliss. The sensation of Harlen’s firm chest pressing into my back and chucking out fierce heat, makes me feel safe.
I don’t need to be on guard. I do not need to plot or plan, nor be careful. I don’t need to do anything.
I’m safe. Harlen has me.
“Don’t finish him off,” Harlen says to Kirby. “I’m going to fuck him.”
I whimper. A fucking, clear, unmistakable and undeniable whimper. It is mortifying. I want to open my mouth to voice a protest, but I’m worried I’d only let more awful noises escape. So I say nothing.
I should speak. I should deny that I want this. I should claim that I’d prefer to fuck Kirby. Putting up some show of resistance might give me some dignity. But it is hopeless, pointless. Kirby and Harlen know what I like.
Suddenly, Kirby is gone, and Harlen is rolling me onto my stomach. I gasp as my hard cock in its sheath of wet silk is caught between the mattress and my stomach. Harlen’s heavy weight pushes me down. I’m trapped. Imprisoned. Dominated. Held.
I moan in helpless bliss.
He pulls my pyjamas down and bares my ass. I hear the slick squelch of lube as he coats his cock. I buck against him, fighting him. But he knows what I need and he does not allow me to move an inch. He has me.
Everything is wonderful. Harlen has taken charge. All I need to do is surrender. This is heaven.
Kirby helps him spread my legs. Now Harlen’s hot, slicked cock is pushing insistently at my entrance. With no prep, this is going to burn and sting. I can’t wait.
He pushes more. My body resists. His hand glides through my hair, twists, grabs a handful and lifts my head off of the pillow. I groan deeply.
“Let me in, Brat,” he growls.
My body submits. He breaches my tight ring of muscle and we both gasp. Fuck, that hurts. Fucking bastard is hung like a horse and he knows it too.
He stops. He makes soothing noises.
“Good boy,” he rumbles. “You know you can do this.”
I whine and I don’t even care. I’m far, far beyond caring now.
I can feel Kirby’s gaze burning into me and drinking in the sight of me being taken. I like it. Really, truly like it. Seems I’m kinky enough to enjoy a witness to my shame. The fact he gets off on watching me is hotter than hell.
