Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 103: Chapter 103
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“Whoever said dreaming was free had never wanted to own a Minerva Lykos original!” Winifred Falk joked as she and the other Dragon mates climbed out of the stretched limo they had taken together for Minnie’s new show.
“You still outbid me, heifer,” Noelle, Sander’s mate, whispered, mock-glaring at the image of the tiny Dragon figurine the Alpha’s mate had bought.
“Too bad, so sad,” Fred said with a laugh. “So, when will they be delivered?” she asked.
“The gallery should have everything wrapped and shipped before the New Year,” Minnie explained.
She was delighted that the entire Falk Clan, except for Castor and Jozette who stayed home to watch all the children, had come to her showing. The past two weeks had sped by in a blur of excitement, and Minnie could not be happier.
“I still can’t believe you dedicated almost every piece to Dragons and Wolves. OMG! Look here, Artist Times says your showing was a raving success and Minerva Lykos’ art is both profound and charming. The personification of fantasy with a touch of whimsy that makes it seem almost attainable—eeek! I am so proud of you!”
“Let me see that,” Nick said, taking the cell phone from Fred and showing Minnie.
“Wow,” she murmured.
That was a fantastic review, and from one of the tougher critics too. Minnie sighed, snuggling into Nick’s embrace. They’d been on crazy schedules the last few weeks, with Nick putting his development on hold to oversee the construction of the house. He’d really been serious about making it into their own little castle.
Minnie wholeheartedly approved of everything he proposed when it came to refurnishing the place. The man had such good taste. She wondered where it all came from. He and his brother had what she and Sunny secretly called the three Cs—compassion, caring, and mega huge cocks. The last was Minnie’s addition to the list.
What? She was still a Wolf. Even mated, she still craved a physical connection with her man, and often too. She’d produced three dozen unique pieces in the last few weeks, and the gallery had been thrilled. They’d sold out in the first two hours, all except for one piece.
The biggest of her offerings for this showing was the Dragon she had started in the piece of quartz Sunny had gifted her from her mate’s own spikes. Nicholas seemed so proud of that piece. He called it his beast even though she’d never seen his Dragon. She had used an image from her own mind’s eye to model it on. Still, he insisted it was perfect, and so she told the gallery manager that piece was not to be sold. It was her gift for Nick, and she’d had it packed into the back of the limo before they’d filed in.
The ride back was full of laughter and champagne, Christmas carols, and comradery as she basked in the glow of being part of his Clan. She was not the only Wolf, but there were humans and a Witch among them as well. The Falk Clan was small, but they were fiercely devoted to each other, and Minnie was honored to be one of them.
“Alright folks, see you tomorrow for Christmas breakfast in our jammies,” Fred called out before they piled out of the car.
Nicholas and Minnie were the last stop.
“One second,” she said when Nick would have carried her inside. The man simply could not get enough of lifting her up whenever they came home. She secretly loved it, but she needed to get the statue first.
“What are you doing?” he asked, joining her by the trunk.
“This is for you, mate,” she whispered, handing him the unwrapped statue.
“Merry Christmas, Nicky!”
“You little minx, I wondered why I couldn’t find out who bought it,” she scoffed, shaking his head. “I was going to buy it from them, but Deirdre wouldn’t tell me a thing. Is it really for me?”
“Yes, of course. I mean, I know it’s not perfect—”
“That is where you’re wrong. Come on,” he whispered, tugging her hand to mount the stairs. Once inside, he pulled her with him until they reached the new spiral staircase he’d had installed that led to her brand new art studio and a rooftop garden, only when they got there, it was more concrete courtyard.
“What is this?”
“A landing pad,” he replied, grinning as he shucked off his clothing. “Hold this.”
Minnie took the statue, watching him curiously as he stood before her, naked and gorgeous. The air around him hummed and shivered, and then her Nicky was gone. In his place was an enormous beast, thirty feet long at least with orange-rimmed silver scales on his back, and lighter flame-colored scales covered his chest and belly.
His Dragon was huge and stunning, and as tears pricked her eyes, she realized he looked exactly like her statue. Two horns spiraled from his head, and matching spines danced along his back and tail. He had wickedly sharp claws, and unforgettable wings, thin as gossamer but strong as steel. He was a warrior, a lover, and he was hers.
“Thank you, Nick. Your Dragon is incredible,” she whispered, touching his snout, and giggling at the puff of heat he breathed at her.
A moment later and he was human again, lifting her in his arms, and spinning in circles. Minnie hugged him tight, smiling as she kissed his impossibly warm skin.
“See? I told you. S’perfect, mate,” he growled, nipping her neck with his teeth.
“You’re perfect.”
“Not me, silly Wolf. You. You are the Dragon’s dream. I am so lucky you’re mine.”
Minnie smiled, a face-splitting grin, and hugged him tighter. Nicholas might call her his dream, but he was the answer to hers in a million ways and then some. He often said she dared him to dream, and that was amazing. But even more amazing, Nicholas had taught her how to love.
“Merry Christmas, somnium meum.”
“Let’s go inside,” she said, wrapping her legs tight around his waist and kissing him with everything she had inside of her.
Minerva’s life was so completely intertwined with her Dragon’s, she could not imagine a day without him. For the first time, thoughts of having a family did not fill her with dread. Nick was her family. He was her mate. Her love. Her life.
“I love you, minx.”
“I love you too,” she replied, and gave in to the sweet release only he could deliver.
“Es meus,” he growled, melting into her with a deep, guttural moan.
“Always yours. Whatever the future brings, mate,” she replied, clinging to him.
Nick loved her with every inch of himself, giving as freely as he took, and bringing her more pleasure than she ever thought possible. It was more than simple sex. It was a communion of bodies, hearts, and souls she had never experienced until him. Intimacy used to be an outlet for Minnie, but with her mate, it was a soul changing event.
You are my dream come true, Nicholas’ voice whispered into her mind as their lovemaking turned frenzied.
“And you’re mine,” she replied on a gasp, feeling their bond wrap tightly around them.
Nicholas and Minerva’s love would forever bind them, and together they would continue to make their dreams realities until the end of time.
The end…
“You still outbid me, heifer,” Noelle, Sander’s mate, whispered, mock-glaring at the image of the tiny Dragon figurine the Alpha’s mate had bought.
“Too bad, so sad,” Fred said with a laugh. “So, when will they be delivered?” she asked.
“The gallery should have everything wrapped and shipped before the New Year,” Minnie explained.
She was delighted that the entire Falk Clan, except for Castor and Jozette who stayed home to watch all the children, had come to her showing. The past two weeks had sped by in a blur of excitement, and Minnie could not be happier.
“I still can’t believe you dedicated almost every piece to Dragons and Wolves. OMG! Look here, Artist Times says your showing was a raving success and Minerva Lykos’ art is both profound and charming. The personification of fantasy with a touch of whimsy that makes it seem almost attainable—eeek! I am so proud of you!”
“Let me see that,” Nick said, taking the cell phone from Fred and showing Minnie.
“Wow,” she murmured.
That was a fantastic review, and from one of the tougher critics too. Minnie sighed, snuggling into Nick’s embrace. They’d been on crazy schedules the last few weeks, with Nick putting his development on hold to oversee the construction of the house. He’d really been serious about making it into their own little castle.
Minnie wholeheartedly approved of everything he proposed when it came to refurnishing the place. The man had such good taste. She wondered where it all came from. He and his brother had what she and Sunny secretly called the three Cs—compassion, caring, and mega huge cocks. The last was Minnie’s addition to the list.
What? She was still a Wolf. Even mated, she still craved a physical connection with her man, and often too. She’d produced three dozen unique pieces in the last few weeks, and the gallery had been thrilled. They’d sold out in the first two hours, all except for one piece.
The biggest of her offerings for this showing was the Dragon she had started in the piece of quartz Sunny had gifted her from her mate’s own spikes. Nicholas seemed so proud of that piece. He called it his beast even though she’d never seen his Dragon. She had used an image from her own mind’s eye to model it on. Still, he insisted it was perfect, and so she told the gallery manager that piece was not to be sold. It was her gift for Nick, and she’d had it packed into the back of the limo before they’d filed in.
The ride back was full of laughter and champagne, Christmas carols, and comradery as she basked in the glow of being part of his Clan. She was not the only Wolf, but there were humans and a Witch among them as well. The Falk Clan was small, but they were fiercely devoted to each other, and Minnie was honored to be one of them.
“Alright folks, see you tomorrow for Christmas breakfast in our jammies,” Fred called out before they piled out of the car.
Nicholas and Minnie were the last stop.
“One second,” she said when Nick would have carried her inside. The man simply could not get enough of lifting her up whenever they came home. She secretly loved it, but she needed to get the statue first.
“What are you doing?” he asked, joining her by the trunk.
“This is for you, mate,” she whispered, handing him the unwrapped statue.
“Merry Christmas, Nicky!”
“You little minx, I wondered why I couldn’t find out who bought it,” she scoffed, shaking his head. “I was going to buy it from them, but Deirdre wouldn’t tell me a thing. Is it really for me?”
“Yes, of course. I mean, I know it’s not perfect—”
“That is where you’re wrong. Come on,” he whispered, tugging her hand to mount the stairs. Once inside, he pulled her with him until they reached the new spiral staircase he’d had installed that led to her brand new art studio and a rooftop garden, only when they got there, it was more concrete courtyard.
“What is this?”
“A landing pad,” he replied, grinning as he shucked off his clothing. “Hold this.”
Minnie took the statue, watching him curiously as he stood before her, naked and gorgeous. The air around him hummed and shivered, and then her Nicky was gone. In his place was an enormous beast, thirty feet long at least with orange-rimmed silver scales on his back, and lighter flame-colored scales covered his chest and belly.
His Dragon was huge and stunning, and as tears pricked her eyes, she realized he looked exactly like her statue. Two horns spiraled from his head, and matching spines danced along his back and tail. He had wickedly sharp claws, and unforgettable wings, thin as gossamer but strong as steel. He was a warrior, a lover, and he was hers.
“Thank you, Nick. Your Dragon is incredible,” she whispered, touching his snout, and giggling at the puff of heat he breathed at her.
A moment later and he was human again, lifting her in his arms, and spinning in circles. Minnie hugged him tight, smiling as she kissed his impossibly warm skin.
“See? I told you. S’perfect, mate,” he growled, nipping her neck with his teeth.
“You’re perfect.”
“Not me, silly Wolf. You. You are the Dragon’s dream. I am so lucky you’re mine.”
Minnie smiled, a face-splitting grin, and hugged him tighter. Nicholas might call her his dream, but he was the answer to hers in a million ways and then some. He often said she dared him to dream, and that was amazing. But even more amazing, Nicholas had taught her how to love.
“Merry Christmas, somnium meum.”
“Let’s go inside,” she said, wrapping her legs tight around his waist and kissing him with everything she had inside of her.
Minerva’s life was so completely intertwined with her Dragon’s, she could not imagine a day without him. For the first time, thoughts of having a family did not fill her with dread. Nick was her family. He was her mate. Her love. Her life.
“I love you, minx.”
“I love you too,” she replied, and gave in to the sweet release only he could deliver.
“Es meus,” he growled, melting into her with a deep, guttural moan.
“Always yours. Whatever the future brings, mate,” she replied, clinging to him.
Nick loved her with every inch of himself, giving as freely as he took, and bringing her more pleasure than she ever thought possible. It was more than simple sex. It was a communion of bodies, hearts, and souls she had never experienced until him. Intimacy used to be an outlet for Minnie, but with her mate, it was a soul changing event.
You are my dream come true, Nicholas’ voice whispered into her mind as their lovemaking turned frenzied.
“And you’re mine,” she replied on a gasp, feeling their bond wrap tightly around them.
Nicholas and Minerva’s love would forever bind them, and together they would continue to make their dreams realities until the end of time.
The end…
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