Page 8 of Dyson (Walsh’s Lair #3)

She couldn’t help but stare at the room. It was almost too hot with all the heat coming from different points in the room. There were two fireplaces that she was sure hadn’t been there before. Several blankets on the bed that looked like they were electric blankets as there were cords running to the outlets that, again, she’d not noticed before. And in the middle of the room was the biggest basket of fruit that she’d ever seen in her life.

“What is all this?” He grinned. “You know, you’re not as charming as you might think that you are. What have you done?”

“I wanted to keep you sleeping with me, so I figured out what I needed, and the faeries helped me out. I’m sure that now when we go to bed, you won’t have to be chilled sleeping with me.” She just stared at him. “All right. I went to talk to my brothers, Fowler and Madison and they said that they’ve never had any trouble with being too cold for their mates. I asked my grandma and she said that it had to do with me being different than them. As I said to you once, Fowler is a red dragon, which makes him hotter than any of us. Being a green dragon and different than them, I guess that I’m colder than any of them.”

“How do you suppose making the room hot will make you warmer?” He told her that he didn’t know, but he was willing to try anything to make her happy. “I am happy, Dyson. Just having you in my life has made me the happiest that I’ve ever been.”

“Thank you. I needed to hear that. There is another theory as to how to warm us up. It’s not anything that I’m going to pressure you into, but Grandma said that if we were to mate and have sex, then it would more than likely mellow out between us.” He felt his face heat up, and he smiled at her. “Making love to you would be the greatest thing, but I’m not going to pressure you into anything just to make you want to sleep with me.”

Before he could think her intentions, she came to him and put her hands on his chest. He knew she felt his heart. He could, as well. It was pounding hard beneath her hands. Beating hard because she touched him. When she licked her lips, running her tongue over their fullness, Dyson leaned in to kiss her.

The kiss was gentle. He didn’t want to frighten her. The touching of their bodies seemed to melt into one. It didn’t matter that he was chilled. She seemed to warm him up from his core to his skin.

As he brought her closer to him, his hands holding her tightly to him, Dyson felt something that he’d never felt before. A connection to another person on a level that he’d only felt with his family but on a different level than he’d ever felt before. Lifting her up in his arms, he turned her to the wall behind them and felt her wrap around him.

“I can’t wait,” he told her when he pulled his mouth free. “I need to bury myself deep inside of you. I need to make you mine.”

Nodding, she began to tear at his clothing. It was the most erotic thing that he’d ever felt. His shirt was jerked open, tearing the buttons off as she touched his skin. His jacket was pulled down over his arms and dropped where it lay.

Her own clothing suffered as much as his did. The blouse she had on was ripped open. The black bra that seemed sexy for the moment he saw it was lifted up, and he pulled her breast into his mouth. Tugging at her pants, he nearly cried out when they caught. But finally, in the end, he simply tore them from her, no longer caring to be careful of what she would wear later.

“Hurry.” He grinned at her urgency. He, too, felt it, the need to mate, to become one. When his pants gave him fits, he pulled a little of his beast, and the pants fell away in shreds. His feet were now bare of shoes and socks as he held her naked body close to his. While he wasn’t sure how he’d come to be naked, he didn’t care so long as he could be inside of Emma.

“I want to see you.” Her head shook, and he pulled her legs from behind him. “I must see you in all your glory. We, my dragon and I, we need it. Need to see the beauty that we know that you are.”

“I’m not that special. I’m sorry, but I don’t want to disappoint you.” He had her standing before him now, her body beautifully bare and his. “You’re so large, aren’t you. I’m a little afraid that you’re going to…I don’t care. I want you, Dyson.”

He looked down at his own body and saw himself as she might. His cock was thick and hard, straining from his body with pre-cum at the tip, dripping off the tip. His chest was wide, devoid of hair, and his nipples, like hers, were hard. Dyson wanted to taste every part of her, drink from her nectar, and hear her scream out his name. But he needed to be inside of her more than his need to satisfy his need for a drink.

“I want you in a way that I’ve never wanted anything in my life, Emma. Feel you tighten around me as I fill you.” She nodded, and he put out his finger to trace her collarbone to her nipple. “The thought of fucking you has my beast snarling at me to begin, but I want to give you pleasure first.”

“If you do this right, I’m going to have a great deal of pleasure, I think.” Her hand slipped over her mouth when she spoke, and he pulled it away. “I don’t know why I said that.”

“Yes, you do. You are as needy as I am.” Dyson ran his finger down her belly to her navel and then played there for a moment. Her moans had him watching her face, and he almost missed what her fingers were doing.

They were at her pussy, just above her nether lips, but so very close that he wanted to beg her to dip them inside. Sliding his own fingers to match with hers, he felt the heat of her pull at him when he gently parted her lips for her own fingers.

“I need to taste you.” He dropped to his knees and licked her fingers clean after pulling them free of her soft, nether lips. Sucking her clit into his mouth and then biting down gently, he was rewarded with a mouthful of her cream and the first taste of paradise. Lifting her leg up to get to his feast, Dyson ate her like he’d wanted to his entire life, he thought.

“Please. I’m going to fall.” Her voice was weak, her body trembling when he helped her to the floor. But as soon as she was there, he knew it was time to have her. Sliding up her body, he suckled at her breast until her legs came up around his hips, and his cock was at her entrance.

Her heat pulled at him. There was nothing holding him back but for her permission. Christ, he wanted her so bad, his body suddenly burning with the need to take her. Looking her in the eyes, he knew it was now or never.

“You belong to us. No one but us.” She only stared up at him, his beast telling him to take her. “Tell me, Emma. Tell me you belong to us.”

“I don’t know what that means.” He moved into her, the crown of his cock filling her the way he wanted to his entire body. “Please, take me.”

“Say it. I need to hear you say it.” Emma moaned when he moved in and out of her again, just the tip of his cock making her beg for more. “Christ, I need you. I need you to tell me you belong to us.”

“I belong to you and your dragon. Now take me.” He filled her with his cock. And his heart, too. As he took her, feeling her body accepting his and the dragon, he knew that, on some level, there would be no turning back from this. And he didn’t want to.

When he cupped her ass to his body, pulling her clit and her pussy tightly against his groin, she screamed out his name, telling him over and over that she was theirs. Dyson felt his own climax take him, the beast within him coming as well. And when he leaned into her throat to make her his, his dragon took him a little, and they both tasted their mate’s blood.

The room darkened around them. He couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe for what had just happened. When she moaned beneath him, Dyson looked at his mate and felt warmth fill him. Her body, her heart they were his just as much as he belonged to her.

Dyson held her to him as she lay limp beneath him. Rolling to his back, keeping her safely in his arms, he thought of what they’d just done, and he was good with it. Licking the wound closed at her throat, he held her to him, protecting her, warming her as he would for the rest of his days.

He woke later in the night. His body was sore, but he attributed that to them sleeping on the floor. Rolling as gently as he could from beneath her, he stood up and moaned at the pain that was throughout his body. Picking Emma up and putting her to bed, he went to the bathroom to use the toilet. On his way back, he turned off the heaters and the electric blankets and got into bed with her.

“You’re so warm.” He felt it, too. Like his body was as toasty warm as her body was. When she wrapped herself around him, Dyson thought for sure that he could take on the world at that moment and come out on top. It was a wonderful feeling to have his mate with him as he drifted off to sleep.

The next time he woke, the room was flooded with bright light. The bed covers were at the bottom of the bed and he reached for the sheet to cover himself up when he realized that Emma was no longer in bed with him. Reaching out beyond the room he was in, he found her in the bathroom taking a shower. Thinking of joining her, he leapt out of bed and fell to the floor.

Every part of his body was in pain, and he didn’t think that even the best doctors in the world could ever make him feel like a man again. Whimpering as quietly as he could, he crawled on his hands and knees to the side of the bed to use it to get to his feet again. He was dying. He just knew it.

“Are you all right?” He looked at Emma when she spoke from the doorway to the bathroom. “You look like I felt when I got up. If I hadn’t of had to pee so bad, I would have gone back to bed and not moved again. Take a shower. You’ll feel better.”

“I can’t move.” He heard the whining in his voice but didn’t care. This was her fault for making love to him and nearly killing him. “How are you even moving around right now?”

“I told you. Take a shower, and you’ll feel like a human…well, whatever you are. Get going. I have some things that I need to talk to you about. I have this huge assed dragon on my back, and he keeps moving around me.” She turned around, and he could see the green dragon on her back.

It was huge for her tiny frame, and its claws were in her shoulders and hips like he was literally clinging to her. Getting up, already feeling a little better, he limped his way to her and touched his fingers to the head of the thing.

“Do you have one too?” He turned and that was when he felt the dragon on his own back. His was larger, of course, but it was clinging to him in the same way. His tail, filled with dangerous-looking horns, was wrapped around his leg and ended at his feet. When he moved, just climbing a little higher on his back, he felt it like it was a part of him. “I can hear it talking.”

Her whispered comment had him realizing that he could hear it as well. While he was sure they were talking to each other, he really didn’t understand what they were saying. It wasn’t until he touched his hand to Emma’s lower back that he could understand them. They really were talking to each other.

“They’re getting acquainted. Can you hear them?” Emma told him that she could now, that she could understand them as well. “I know about them. At least I heard my brother talking to Sidney, I think it was that we’d all get one when we found our mates. They’re there to protect us from harm. I’m not entirely sure how that works but that’s what I heard. We’ll each get one when our mates come along. And I suppose bond with them.”

“We need to write this shit down for future generations.” He agreed and moved around her to go to the bathroom. “I need to bring some of my things here so that when I shower, I don’t smell all manly. Also, you might want to forgo the loofa sponge on your back. I don’t think the dragons care for that all that much. He bit the one I was using in half.”

He burst out laughing when she finished. She told him that like it was an everyday occurrence for them to have to tussle with a dragon that was on their backs. Dyson didn’t tell her that he didn’t care for a loofa anyway but smiled when he thought of the picture she must have made fighting with a dragon on how she wanted to have her back cleaned.

After getting out of the shower and dressing, Dyson had to admit that he did feel much better. There were twinges when he moved a certain way, but other than that, he thought that the worst was over. For now, at least. Making his way to the kitchen, he could hear voices before he entered the room.

~*~

Emma watched as her step-sister Darling made her way to her. She’d been agreeable to meet with the older woman, but she’d already decided that she wasn’t going to put up with any shit from her. She was in a great mood and didn’t want her to mess that up for her. Who knew that making love with someone that you loved could make a person feel so good. Darling sat down with a huff.

“I’m ordering anything I want, and you’re going to foot the bill. I’ve been staying at the local bed and breakfast too that I expect you to pa—where are you going? I’m not nearly finished with you.” She told her that she wanted this meeting on the condition that she didn’t ask for money. “I didn’t ask for shit. I said you were going to pay for it. Now, sit down and shut up. I have things to talk over with you.”

Emma sat, but she didn’t think she’d be there much longer. When the waiter came to take their order, she smiled at him. The poor man was in for a rude table guest, and she wanted so badly to tell him that he’d still get a tip from her.

Darling ordered herself a steak, which they didn’t have on the lunch menu. She had to settle for a burger and fries. But she did tell the man that she was going to come by tonight to get her steak dinner and that it would be paid for. She also ordered something to go with her, like a second burger and also several desserts. When he turned to her, she could see that his smile was tight.

“I’m paying, and I’m only paying for the burger she’s having now. Nothing to go, nor will I pay for the steak she thinks she’s coming in later to get. Do you understand?” He said that he did and marked through some things on his paper. “I’ll have a burger as well and double the French fries.”

After he left them to get their drink orders, Emma smiled at Darling. There was so much hatred on her face it was almost as if she was going to have a stroke or something. Smiling at her again, feeling like she was in a better position than she’d been in her life, Emma asked her what she wanted to talk about.

“Money. I know that I’m not to ask you for any, so I’m going to demand that you give me what I have coming from the estate.” Emma told her no, that she wasn’t going to do that. “You will, or I’m going to make your life a living hell.”

“You’re already doing that now. But I’m better prepared now, and you’ll find that I’m not so easily manipulated anymore. I’m a stronger person than I was even a week ago.” Their drinks were brought, and the waiter told her that her husband was here. Would he be alright to sit with them? Darling said no. “Yes, please have him come and sit with us. I had hopes that he’d make it.”

“This meeting is between the two of us.” She pointed out that as loud as she was being, everyone knew what was going on. “I’ll yell if I want to if that’s what it takes for you to give me what is rightfully mine. You stole it all from me, and I demand that you return it to me posthaste.”

Dyson sat with them and kissed her. She was amazed every time that he touched her that he was all hers. Looking at her step-sister and wondered why she’d even agreed for this to happen. Today, of all days when she was feeling like a million bucks. Before she could speak to Darling, even if she thought that she could get through to her, Dyson spoke.

“First of all, you cannot collect on the will of a man that is still alive. When I left Emitte just a little bit ago, he was playing chess with my dad. When he dies, and I don’t see that happening for a long time yet, you can say whatever you want about my wife getting his estate. But she will inherit it from him, again, when he dies.” She told Dyson that she knew she wasn’t going to get any of it. “Not our problem. Perhaps had you been a better person than you are then he might have left you something. When he dies. From what I am to understand, you took from him all your life. Not just stealing things from the house but money, too. I don’t think that you’re going to get anything else from him or the estate, even if you were to change yourself around. As of two weeks ago, the house and all the land that surrounded it were signed over to myself and Emma. That means when he dies, the estate won’t be as—”

“You can’t have that, it’s mine. Damn you, Emma, I should have killed you rather than send you over to my parents to be their peon. The things that you’ve done…I want what is rightfully mine, damn you.” Emma waited until the waiter was gone, dropping off not only their burgers but one for Dyson as well. She shared her fries with him as well. “I’m going to sue you. That’s what I’m going to do. David will have you in court in—”

“Sorry, but David no longer has the right to be called an attorney. When he was caught stealing—something that seems to run in your family—then he is no longer allowed to practice law anywhere. He gave up his license rather than face jail time. Didn’t he tell you that?” Emma laughed as she took a bite of her burger. When she was finished eating her bite, she looked at Darling again. “You really fucked up, I’m afraid. Nothing is coming to you once Grandda passes away. However, I have a feeling that he’s going to be around much longer than you’ll be.”

“I wouldn’t count on that. Mother didn’t make it, thanks to me. And it’s doubtful that he will for much longer. I’m going to take you to court as soon as I get out of this place.” She stood up then and drew in a deep breath. “Do you all hear me? I’m going to sue this bitch for her taking what is rightfully mine.”

No one even turned in her direction. It was as if they had gotten used to her yelling, and it didn’t bother them anymore. Before she left, however, Darling reached over and grabbed her still-uneaten hamburger. She thought for sure that she was going to take it with her, but she actually tossed it in their direction. It didn’t hit them as a sudden shield was in front of the two of them.

Emma was still laughing an hour later when Darling had been arrested. Since she couldn’t get her food on them, she went to other tables and tossed other patrons’ food at them. Dyson just ate his burger like there wasn’t anything amiss. She just laughed. It was, by far, the funniest thing that she’d ever seen. A grown woman having a temper tantrum in the middle of a posh restaurant like she was a two year old without a nap.

“That was a great burger. And the show that was going on around us was the best.” She giggled, telling Dyson that she’d enjoyed it as well. “We’ll have to go back again if they allow us to and have their soup and salad. The loaded baked potato soup looks like something that I’d enjoy.”

They talked about silly things on the way back to the house. She told him that she’d thought it was funny how someone had to point out to Darling that in order to collect from a reading of the will, someone had to actually die first.

Grandda had decided that he wanted to hang around a few more decades just to outlive Darling. He said that he wanted to dance on her headstone just once and then be done with her. She was going to bring the music and take pictures.

They were also looking to have her mom’s body exhumed. After Darling left, announcing how she’d been the one that had killed Grandma Sally, the owner of the restaurant had offered them a copy of the recording so that she could take it to the police to have them look into it. It broke her heart and that of her grandda to know that Darling had stooped so low as to kill her own mother.

“Why do you call them your grandda and grandma when they’re really your parents? I’ve meant to ask you that before, but I never found the right time.” She told him what she’d told them when they adopted her. “So you called them your grandparents because that was something that pissed off Darling more than you calling them Mom and Dad. I guess I can understand that. When a lot of people were calling your parents Mom and Dad for the fun of it, it was really the grandparent’s angle that set her ass on fire. I don’t know if you know this or not but Emitte has asked me to call him that as well. He thinks of us more as his grandchildren than his children. Because of the age difference, I suppose.”

“Grandda loves you so much, Dyson. As much as I do, I think.” He told her that he loved her as well. “Good. Now, I’ve talked to Amy and she told me that we can have a baby whenever I’m ovulating. I’ve stopped taking the pill. She told me that it wouldn’t work anyway if we decided to have a few children. I’m excited.”

“I am as well. To see you large with one of our children will make my life complete. They’ll be dragons. You’re aware of that, correct?” She told him that she was, again, Amy had told her. “She read the dragon book, both of them when she and Fowler got together. She knows a lot of rules that no one has enforced for a very long time.”

“I can see her doing that. Keeping up with the rules that would govern all of you guys. She even explained to me a bit better about Layla being the fire starter, too. I hadn’t any idea that you weren’t born with your breath until it was given to you.” He told her that he’d not either until it had been explained to him. “Your kind, they’re very secretive, aren’t you? I mean, I wish that I could see the sky darken with the dragons as your mother and father had. I love seeing you be able to fly with your brothers in the other realm.”

“We’ll have to go back there soon. I enjoyed showing you around when we were there the other day. I was seeing things in a way that you might see things. Like the unicorns and other flying creatures.” Emma reminded him that her favorite part was the flowers and the way they were cared for. “Yes, I know that you made a few friends with the brownies, too. I think they’d save you over me now.”

“That’s the way it should be, too.” They both laughed, walking around hand in hand and greeting people. “It’s getting chillier now. But I can go to bed and be warm now. Who knew that it took an entire night of debilitating sex to make you warm-blooded. We’ll have to do that soon again so that we can see what else sex can do to you.”

“Have you figured out any more magic? I know that you’ve found a few things you can do.” She asked him if he’d been told about the flame that she has, much like Amy has. “She told me. I think that it’s wonderful that you can bounce right to me or disaster when you’re needed. And it does happen where we go in under cover of darkness and help with fires that are taking over entire states. The firefighters do a great job and work harder than any department that I know of, but they get exhausted, too, and it’s our pleasure to go in and help them out.”

Emma spoke to him about the other things that she could do. It didn’t take her long to figure out that she could heat stones to put near plants to keep the frost from killing them. The faeries loved that, too. And that she could, without any muscle work at all, lift things up and move them, such as cars and trucks. He asked her what use that would have.

“I don’t know yet. But I’m sure that since I have it, I’ll need it. I did move things around in the barn that is out back. Grandda wanted some of the tractors moved so that he could get to the cellar. I didn’t even know there was one in the barn until he mentioned it. Now he wants to go down there and see what treasures might have been stored there.” He told her that there might be damage to things because of the mice. “Yes, I guess we won’t have any trouble with mice anymore with you guys around either. Odd thing, I think. For a tiny mouse to be afraid of a giant dragon.”

Dinner wasn’t going to be for a few more hours so they decided to go out into the yard to put the ground flowers to sleep. It wasn’t that hard, not with the help of the earthly creatures, but she couldn’t wait for the flowers to start popping their heads up above the straw that they would keep warm in when it started to be warmer all the time. She was looking forward to spring and summer like she hadn’t before.

After dinner, the two of them sat in the living room with grandda. He was in such a good mood that she didn’t bring up the meeting with Darling or the exhumation of Grandma Sally. When he got on the subject of the barn and how she was able to help him up in getting to the lower level, he told them the things that were down there.

“Barrels of things that had been packed away so long ago that I don’t remember what’s in them anymore. I know that they’re marked and all, but it’s difficult to read what it says. My mom was good at getting barrels for packing things away. She said that the mice would be too drunk after chewing on the wood to be able to get into the nice things in them. Sometimes I have to remind myself that you’re not blood related to her but I swear to you, you act just like her at times, Emma. Sometimes I even hear you say something, more than likely you’ve heard it from me that reminds me of her. I so love you, child, and you Dyson. I’m thrilled beyond words that the two of you are here with me, too.”

That night, as they were heading to bed, after kissing her grandda on the head, she remembered that she hadn’t called the police as yet. She was making her a list of things to do tomorrow when she laid her head on the pillow. Christ, sleep was never too far behind in her being able to lie her head down.