Page 15 of Fated to the Dragon King (Alpha Dragons’ Fated #4)

Alaric

Sinking my shaft into Hayley’s pussy felt like coming home.

Her tunnel all but sucked me in as I eased my huge prick into her.

I watched her jade eyes, her pupils huge in her lust, her desire, while I withdrew slowly, erotically, and delved in deeply once again.

With gentle care, I gave her my all, gliding in and out on her oily honey.

I longed to lunge in, fast, hard. To fuck her with hard, fierce intensity.

I didn’t. I prolonged both of our pleasure with slow strokes, with sweet, languid intercourse.

By the way Hayley’s breath quickened, how her hands clenched around my wrists, I knew my tenderness brought her quickly to her first orgasm.

She bucked her hips, moaning, her head thrown back. We joined together in an exquisite rhythm, her body rising to meet my every thrust. I gradually speeded up my pace, working my hips back and forth, my cock knocking at her G-spot.

Hayley cried out instantly, her pussy spasming under her climax.

She shuddered, her body stiffening even as her honey pot tightened around my plunging shaft.

I shut my eyes to better feel her soft, velvet glove grip my cock.

It felt so good to bury myself deep within her walls, to become one with her, one being, one entity.

My climax rocked through me with the explosiveness of a volcano. My come blasted deep into her, the intense pleasure so near to an agonizing pain as to be no different. I couldn’t halt the long groan from emerging as I thrust in and out, prolonging the sweetness.

Relaxing, her eyes closed, Hayley lowered her legs from my hips. My wet shaft pulled from her pussy as I leaned back, breathing hard, to kneel on the couch. I gazed at her enticing pink opening still dripping her honey and my spunk onto the couch under her.

I took her hands in mine and raised her up. I kissed her. Not a passionate, erotic kiss this time, but rather a tender, loving touch of our lips. I played my mouth over hers, tasting her afresh, breathing in the very essence of Hayley.

“Shower?” she murmured.

“Yeah.”

I stood up, closing my jeans over my now flaccid cock, and took her hand. A pleasant daydream of Hayley spending the rest of her life with me danced in my head as we walked up the stairs. Is that what I wanted? Hayley as not just my fake wife, but my true mate and life partner?

I had no real answers to those questions.

I did know, however, I wanted to find those answers.

***

“We have to find them before they do any more damage.”

The three of us, Hayley, Willow, and I, sat in my office with the door shut. Sammy had quit during my absence, had moved on to other opportunities. If I didn’t find a manager soon, I’d lose both Richard and Bertie. I didn’t want to shut the office down entirely, as it was incredibly profitable.

Unfortunately, I had other problems to deal with.

“Get your private guy to find them,” Willow suggested.

“He lost them in Mexico,” I grumbled. “I should fire his ass.”

“They’ll stay in this city,” Willow retorted, annoyed. “They must kill you. Surely they’ve realized you have inherited your titles and position. Thus, they’ve no choice but to stay here until the deed is done.”

I rubbed my jaw. “You might be correct.”

“Hence the attack on you last night,” she went on. “Together, they hoped to end you, sink your corpse, and let the sharks have you.”

“Then I’d have mysteriously vanished,” I mused, “and Damon would then claim his rights.”

“With Fiona getting everything she wanted, but not from you,” Hayley commented.

“Exactly,” Willow agreed. “How do we find them?”

“Don’t dragons leave paper trails?” Hayley asked. “Credit card slips, ATM transactions, write checks?”

“Yes and no,” I replied. “They can leave such a trail, but they’re too smart for that. They’ll pay cash.”

“And where will they live?” Willow shook her head. “Have Henry examine hotel cameras, rental agencies – both car and apartments – and search rental agreements. Fiona is far too snobbish to consent to living in an empty building or tenement. She’ll demand an expensive and classy hotel or house.”

“Good point,” I agreed. “Damon will be hard put to convince her to stay in a low end motel.”

“But that works against them,” Hayley pointed out. “Searching five star hotels will be easy, won’t it? And pricey home rentals are hard to come by. This town is big, but generally folks buy their homes. Even the downtown condos are owned.”

“Still, Henry can check all available rentals,” Willow replied with a smile. “With the internet these days, it may take him only a few days.”

“I’ll tell him to start searching,” I said. “Damon and Fiona will have healed just as fast as I did, so there’s no sense in checking hospitals.”

“I’m pretty good with the computer,” Hayley murmured. “I can search as well as the private dude. Will they use their own names?”

“As arrogant as they both are, they probably will,” Willow replied slowly, gazing into space. “Damon McMillan and Fiona St. Claire.”

I watched the names hit Hayley with the force of a baseball bat. Her eyes widened at the same time her mouth dropped. She shot a wild glance at me, then toward Willow.

“Cousin Damon,” she whispered, horrified. “Willow, is he your son?”

Willow smiled sadly. “Yes. Damon is my son.”

“Oh, no.” Hayley reached for Willow’s hand. “I’m so sorry.”

“We can’t choose our relatives, now can we?” Rare tears sparkled in Willow’s eyes. “He was always a wild child. Rebellious, believed the world owed him everything.”

“He always hated me,” I said quietly. “He always wanted what I had. While Willow did her best to raise him right, just as she had me, Damon rejected her teachings. Bonds of dragon loyalty never meant anything to him.”

“Where was his father?” Hayley asked.

“Gone,” Willow answered. “He liked managing a company, enjoyed living among humans. He and I still talk now and then, but we haven’t been together for nearly thirty years.”

“So, Damon thinks he can simply take what he wants, when he wants? Even through murder?”

“That’s about it,” I told her. “His ambitions were kept mostly in check until he and Fiona got together. She convinced him that he’s better than me, can have my spot in the food chain if he can get rid of me.”

“That crime you mentioned,” Hayley said slowly, “the one that has Fiona going home in chains. May I ask what crime that was?”

I met Willow’s gaze, and she returned a slight nod.

“All right.” I breathed in deeply, thinking of how to formulate my answer. “In our dragon culture, we revere our gods and goddesses, one of whom is Lanokota. It’s a grave sin to worship the one we call Da’arvass. He craves blood sacrifice.”

“He is worse than the humans’ Satan,” Willow added. “Da’arvass has been shunned by the other deities for his lust for killing and blood. Fiona has offered her life to the service of this black god in exchange for unlimited power.”

“She sold her soul?” Hayley’s brows rose.

“That’s a good way of putting it,” Willow agreed. “The good gods will not shelter her, nor give her a place among them when she dies. She will pass into the dark halls and there linger in Da’arvass’s cruelty.”

“She didn’t demand eternal life or something like that?”

“She may have tried.” I chuckled. “But not even Da’arvass can grant that. Nor can any of our deities. Can yours?”

Hayley shrugged with a wry grin. “Don’t ask me, I never believed in any until this week.”

“Fiona hopes that a lifetime of unequaled power justifies her bargain,” Willow continued. “She doesn’t care that she will suffer an eternity of pain for that power.”

“If she achieves that goal,” I said, meeting Hayley’s eyes, “Fiona won’t be satisfied with ruling just us dragons. She’ll turn all dragons against humans in a war that will obliterate the earth.”

“No one will survive such a war,” Willow commented. “Not people, not dragons, perhaps not even the cockroaches will escape such destruction.”

“I have to admit, that’s quite a crime,” Hayley said. “And Damon is just going along with this mad plan?”

“I doubt Fiona told him about Da’arvass,” I replied. “He’s murderous and ambitious, but he’s not stupid enough to bow before Da’arvass.”

“I don’t know,” Willow added softly. “He might be that stupid. He never paid any mind to Lanokota or the other gods.”

“Can she, Lanokota, and the other gods stop them?” Hayley asked. “I mean, they’re real and they make their wants and wishes known. Why don’t they step in? Blast Damon and Fiona with lightning?”

“Because they only interfere in the smallest of ways,” Willow explained.

“They are subtle, not overt. For instance, Lanokota wanted you hale and healthy, and so gave me permission to aid your healing. She may speak to me as she wishes, or not. Just as the humans’ god answers prayers, or not, as he likes. ”

“They like us to do the work for them,” I said with a grin. “They live off our sweat and tears. If the gods managed everything, then we’d become fat, dumb, and happy without lifting a finger.”

“That makes sense.”

“Thus, the gods operate through us, not for us.” Willow smiled. “Lanokota is one of the only deities to play a direct hand with us.”

“But she likes me.” Hayley frowned. “Why? Why me? I’m not even a dragon.”

“The first moment I met you, Hayley,” Willow answered, “I knew you were special. I don’t know why, or what makes you stand out. But Lanokota does. We must trust in her.”

“I’m just a girl with funky hair and no guts to stand up for myself.” Hayley sighed. “I’m not special.”

“You are to me,” I said, smiling. “It’s as much a shock to me as it is to you.”

Hayley chuckled. “I know. You thought I was a brainless bimbo when you first met me.”

“I did. And I was wrong. You’re not brainless, and you were made to think so. Roxanne is a sick and twisted person with a complex. You were under her influence for far too long.”

“I’m out from under it now.”

“That may also be Lanokota’s doing,” Willow mused. “She helped you to become your true self. Strong. Capable.”

“Again, why?” Hayley gestured toward me. “I married him because of a bargain, a contract. I don’t need to be strong for that.”

“Of course, you do.” Willow laughed. “He’s the most bull headed and obstinate dragon you’d ever want to meet.”

“I didn’t want to meet him. I wanted a job.”

“Perhaps that jolt when we first shook hands created the perfect storm,” I commented. “Literally shocked you into becoming your true self.”

Willow sat bolt upright, her mouth ajar. “What did you say?”

Hayley and I exchanged a confused glance. “Um,” I began, unsure of how to describe the weird sensation when I first made flesh to flesh contact with Hayley. “Well, I asked her to marry me, she agreed, we shook hands.”

“A jolt, like a terrible electric shock hit us both at the same time,” Hayley added, frowning at Willow. “We blew it off.”

“Oh, holy Lanokota,” Willow breathed, sinking back into her chair. “Oh, praise the lady. It’s happened. It bloody happened .”

“What happened?” I demanded, cross. “What are you yammering about?”

For a long moment, Willow didn’t answer. She stared blankly into space as though listening to a voice that only she heard. A smile bloomed on her face as she returned to earth, and my office.

“It’s you two,” she said, laughing. “You two are the ones, the first since time out of mind.”

“First what?” I snapped.

“You two are fated mates. The first in over a thousand years.”