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PARTY

L ?rke excuses herself to head back to her rooms with Mikkel and continue attending to their empire; it leaves Strom and I staring at each other as our suite is suddenly silent, other than Bjorn’s snoring.

In a conundrum now about whether we risk a Bloodwalking to contact our blue Icelandic drakaina among the Ancestors when Bjorn is in his current state, and with how we’ve been lied to in the Void, it all feels too overwhelming.

As I heave a deep sigh, it comes with a growl. Deep inside, my dragons are churning again, wanting to move forward with all of this, but feeling held back.

Not only that, but I can feel my memory opening up like a washtub full of sieves now. It’s been a very long time since Strom and I had sex at dawn to stabilize my dragon-aura; that thought lances between both of us now as Strom’s emerald gaze connects to mine.

As he feels my tenuous lucidity slipping.

“You need to feed on one of us again, with sex, to stabilize your memories. Touching Mikkel just now wasn’t enough to last the night.” Strom pushes up off the table. Moving to me, he reaches out, stroking my hip with his fingertips. “Bjorn’s out. He’s still too exhausted to have sex, just like he’s been all week. Mikkel’s out, too. He’s too much right now, with Bjorn already unable to counterbalance his power, even without you two getting it on. Which leaves me, again… Want to get freaky?”

Even though Strom grins at me with his renegade princely charm, I can feel how drained he is, as well. The fact is, Strom’s been the only one to feed my devastated Bloodwalker magic this entire past week—and it’s starting to show.

We’ve been doing it morning, noon, and night, sometimes a few times a night, to keep my memories as stable as I can get them. As I feel inside his power with my magic, I sense a bone-deep fatigue creeping through him now.

Strom’s not as wrecked as Bjorn from feeding my power day and night to oppose this mess, because his Bone Magic naturally resonates with Mikkel’s. I can feel that he can’t go on like this much longer, though. Strom’s wearing out, just like Bjorn.

And it doesn’t bode well for our group at all.

“You’re tired,” I say to him now as I reach up and touch his cheek.

“I’m fine,” Strom asserts as he moves in. He kisses my lips and I feel his deep Bone Magic ardor move through him like a dark, moonlit night. It comes with a lovely wash of his natural dragon-scent; like river water flowing down from fresh glaciers to the sea, Strom has an enlivening scent that both my inner drakaina and my dark drake roll around in, like twin cats.

Though we press hard together now, Strom cupping my ass as he pulls me in by the neck, I feel nothing from him down below. We grind for a moment, kissing; usually, that does it for him in two seconds flat. After a few minutes, however, it’s clear nothing’s still happening where it counts.

Strom pulls back with a blink. He gazes down at his crotch, giving a wry smile.

“Well. That’s never happened before.” He looks back up at me, bitter and apologetic. “Might just take a few minutes. Probably just too much battling today.”

“Strom. You’re beat.” I cup his cheek in my hand, saying what we both already know. “Maybe not as much as Bjorn, but satisfying my power day in and day out is taking its toll on you. Let’s just take a break tonight. I can deal with going to sleep without remembering…” I take a moment, as I blink, “Sweden.”

“I suppose that every day, multiple times a day and night, is even wearing me out,” Strom concedes at last, giving a sad chuckle. “Maybe we should take a walk? It’s early still. Hey, there’s that thing happening at the amphitheater tonight, that aurumglow event Rhennic stopped our fight for. Think we’d be allowed to go check it out?”

“I don’t see why not.” I consider it as I cock my head. “If it’s not something for us Blood Dragons to attend, I’m sure the guards would simply turn us away. I’m game. We’ve got nothing else to do, and I could use a break.”

“Then let’s go,” Strom says with more perkiness as he grins. “Let’s go crash a Storm Dragon party.”

“Hey. We don’t even know it’s a party,” I snort, though something inside me has lifted as well, thinking about having a nice distraction.

It’s more excitement than I’ve felt in days; as Strom and I stuff our faces from the food in our room, then head to our bags from the Old Palace, rummaging through them, we find some decent party-going outfits that aren’t too risqué, just in case the event at the amphitheater isn’t a party.

In fifteen minutes, we’re dressed and ready. My long Swedish-blonde hair is braided back from my crown in a Blood Dragon updo that leaves my peripheral vision clear. I’m wearing a dark plum mini dress with black heeled boots, comfortable but sexy.

The dress has a nice amount of crisscrossing straps up top, to cover Aesa’s stone on my chest so it won’t draw attention. I add simple silver hoops and chunky bracelets, and I’m good to go .

Strom wears a tight black t-shirt tonight with strategically ripped and decorated spots that makes him sexily metro, plus tight charcoal pleather pants with low black men’s boots. He’s the essence of Euroclub chic as he riffles his short, tawny hair up into a renegade mess.

Strom’s hair looks darker tonight as the sun sets, as it sometimes does; the consummate chameleon, he’s spent his whole life hiding what he truly is behind his blithe demeanor and chatty friendliness.

With one hot, piercing look, he asks me if I’m ready to go, and I see the intense darkness of his true Bone Magic come out. As he extends a hand, I take it; moving into him, I almost can’t resist the alluring combination of his natural river-water scent plus whatever lovely citrus-sandalwood cologne he’s got on, with just a hint of musk.

I inhale at his neck, then subtly bite. Strom shudders; inside, I feel the dark sensuality of his drake roar.

His magic is up for the game, but his body isn’t yet. I’m hoping a night of unwinding with a bit of fun can change all that for us.

“Ready to go?” he asks as he finds my lips, kissing me.

“Ready, set… party.” I grin back, looking forward to having a night of just Strom, all to myself. It’s rare I get to spend time with just one of my drakes. This feels special now as Strom takes my hand, kisses me, and we head out.

We walk through the nighttime palace hand-in-hand, back towards the amphitheater beyond the southern entrance. We get looks in our sexy club-gear; good looks, because Strom and I are just naturally hot, and when we get dressed up, we’re extra spicy.

Plus, Blood Dragons are a good-lookin’ lot, if I say so myself; the French Storm Dragons make way now as we move confidently through their corridors and halls.

Lots of people are dressed up tonight, however, and the migration of Storm Dragons gets thicker as we come to the palace’s southern entrance. It’s a big event happening in the amphitheater, apparently; my eyebrows lift as we come around a stand of trees and see the amphitheater proper .

Rhennic wasn’t kidding when he said they needed to set some things up for tonight. The whole damn place is lit from stem to stern now with enormous floodlights blazing up into the clear nighttime sky. With intense, pounding music issuing from within and a flood of a crowd assembling at the entrances, it looks like a fucking rave or rock concert as Strom and I approach, astounded.

As we get to the entrance, we get a look from the guards, who are all dressed up tonight in black t-shirts and jeans like bouncers, rather than their more typical Guardsman attire. They give us a nod and wave us in, however, along with the rest of the crowd; apparently, our presence here isn’t restricted.

It’s a massive party happening all around. The main floor is packed to the nines with Storm Dragons dancing, crazy magical lights flooding the space like a dark candy wonderland, and enormous speakers lofted all around on every towering archway, pounding the night with music.

I laugh as we gain entrance, and Strom chuckles eagerly. As we come into the main space now, I see the upper tiers are flooded with Storm Dragons dancing, including quite a few letting loose as their dragons.

Magical dampeners all around the space are absorbing the furious rush and swagger of dragon-energy pummeling the night, so the party doesn’t get too crazy and cause the biggest tornado the French countryside has ever seen.

But it’s hot in here, flooded with power, passion, and fun as everyone all around us wears gregarious smiles and roars along to the music like they’re fucking high.

I finally see the music is coming from a DJ tower, erected up beneath the furthest main floor archway, where a trio of Storm Dragon DJs work their magic. As Strom and I descend the stairs towards the main floor, Storm Dragon servers in shiny silver-blue cocktail dresses hand us small golden cups of something bubbly and shimmery gold in color.

“What is this?!” I shout over the music at the nearest server, a pretty Storm Dragon girl with masses of sleek auburn hair that cascades to her butt, as she offers me a drink.

“ Aurumglow !” she yells back at me, blinking to see two Blood Dragons in the mix tonight. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt you! It’s a liquor distilled from our aurum pears that we use to celebrate the first aurum harvests of the summer coming ripe!”

“With a big party, apparently!” Strom laughs as he takes the proffered beverage. Shooting it back, he gasps, then coughs.

And I feel his libido roar.

“Fucking hells!” Strom says to me, as he grins, suddenly wild for a party.

And not just the dancing kind.

“We usually sip it!” The Storm Dragon girl’s lips have fallen open in a round O, her blue eyes enormous.

“Not tonight!” I yell now, reaching out and claiming my glass. Like Strom, I shoot it back.

And feel eroticism unlike anything I’ve ever known consume me.

It’s like a fire in my belly, spreading up fast to my throat, chest, breasts, and groin, flushing my cheeks—everywhere, as a roaring sensation to party fills my head. I’m in the music; I’m of the music, and I’m flooding with Strom’s energy near me now, as the aurum pear beverage takes effect.

It’s alcoholic, a wild aphrodisiac, and soothing to my inner energies all at once. I feel on fire with a need to move, to roll my body, and to dance.

And I want nothing more than to do that with my wildest, sexiest drake, as Strom corrals me now, pressing me with a hot, deep kiss as he grips my ass. He palms me, stroking me, grinding hard against me now as he claims me with his lips, mouth, and tongue.

And I’m here for it. Everything inside me roars now with a hot need to fuck—all night. Strom’s in for it, too, as his cock leaps up high in his pants now, thick with a need to fuck me.

But first, we dance.

Strom grips my waist with a laugh, hauling me into the throng. We dance, we roll; we fuck each other with our clothing still on as thundering EDM music punches through the night.

It’s the aurum in our systems, it’s the booming thunder of all the Storm Dragons partying hard all around us, and it’s our natural Blood Dragon wildness and sexual connection that thrusts us up against each other, all night.

Strom’s a fantastic dancer, and though it’s not my strong suit, I feel weightless, boneless, and wild with havoc as he effortlessly moves me around his body, spinning me, grinding with me, and palming me hard to kiss me over and over.

Hands are everywhere—his and mine. At one point, I’m surprised to find we’re both still fully clothed, but this party is too good to miss.

And I know my party with Strom will be crazy later.

We dance for hours. I don’t even know how long it’s been when the wildness in our veins becomes too much. We’re too hot; our bones are shaking with a need to get the fuck out of here—and get to fucking.

Our dragons are beyond insane for each other now as Strom tugs me towards the exit and we stumble out of the event, outrageous in our need to get it on. We don’t even make it back to the palace, but stumble out into one of the moonlit pear orchards, far enough from the party that we’re not illuminated by its crazy lights.

But it’s not too far, because we’re already all hands, hot breath, and wild eagerness. Tearing at each other’s garments in the night, we’re ripping clothes in our haste to shred everything away and get naked.

And then we are. As we’re both suddenly nude in the moonlight, Strom uses all his ridiculously wild energy to heave me up beneath my thighs, straddling him as he stands strong beneath the high moon. He thrusts me right down onto his hard, hot cock as I straddle him, my locked ankles gripping his ass.

Strom fucks me right there, standing in the moonlight. Ridiculously built, his powerful body is unimaginably strong, even though he’s a lot smaller and more slender than Bjorn .

The part of him that matters is bigger, though. Hard, thick, and long, he buries himself inside me over and over, even as we struggle to pound him all the way into me; he’s just that big.

I’m ridiculously wet from all the power, passion, and aurum rushing through my system, though, careening into him as I embrace my Second Drake in the night. As my inner dragons and his coil up now into that powerful Ouroboros they always seem to make when I’m with my drakes, our power blasts up into the midnight sky.

All at once, I’m in him, with him, and all around him, as I soar into the moonlit sky with our sex. We remain in our human forms to fuck, and fuck, and fuck, wild with each other; but our dragons unleash their power all through us now, blossoming in a shimmering wave of beautiful dark Bloodwind in the night.

Strom thrusts into me one last time, gripping his fingers into my ass, and the piercing feel of his fingers half-shifting into talons is just too much as they dig into my butt.

I’m coming. I’m coming so hard for him, as I scream and roar now with all the overtones of my dragon in my voice. Other voices are roaring through the night, as Storm Dragon duos and trios and more get it on all around us, out there in the dark.

Strom holds out as long as he can, giving me orgasm after orgasm as we fuck. With one last spasm, he finally lets loose; roaring into the night, my drake’s voice is louder than all the rest, as it concusses the orchard with all his wild power.

And then he’s falling, both of us collapsing to the sweet loam of the orchard, laughing and gregarious and wild, as we heave hard breaths in our glorious nakedness.

I can smell the scent of the aurum pears growing in their trees all around us now, heady like honey mixed with pure gold. An indescribable scent also exudes from Strom’s and my flesh, evaporating out of our pores from the beverage we ingested earlier, as it mixes with our own natural dragon-magic .

We cuddle and kiss now as he holds me on the soft grass, dotted with early summer wildflowers. As Strom rubs his lithe body against me, me on my back now in the grass with him half on top of me, I can feel his member already recovering. Hard again and wet from my juices, he slips it between my thighs, rubbing my swollen clit and labia with it, and I open for him.

Ready to do it all again—yes, please.

Strom sinks in, all the way in, thick and deep. He stretches me so gloriously that I gasp, arching beneath him as I take the fullness of him in once more.

Loving it to the ends of the earth and back.

“Again?” he whispers at my lips, kissing me softly beneath the moon.

“Yeah,” I breathe, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Do me slow this time. Make it last… just for us tonight.”

“Always.” The most haunting, beautiful smile curls his lips as his green eyes blaze.

He moves inside me, atop me, and all around me in the night then. His dark green and crimson magic flows like a sea around us now as I take him in and flex, trapping him inside me.

Strom gasps, shuddering as I hold him. I bite his neck, claiming him as mine—before he presses me to the grass, breaking himself free so he can bite my neck in return.

And fuck me nice and slow, claiming me right back.