Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 63: Chapter 63

Castor had been helping the last few days and knew what to do. She felt guilty for not being able to dedicate more time to finding his family, but even in a place the size of Maccon City, it was slow going.
Once they were in her car, she turned to him, having forgotten he’d asked a question just a while ago. The engine started quickly, but visibility was low. She used every precaution before turning onto the street. Her parents’ house was a bit farther away than she’d have liked in this weather, but Jozi had grown up in Maccon City. She knew a few back roads that might prove better than the bumper to bumper traffic on Main.
“What was it you were going to say?”
“Oh,” Castor continued, hands braced in front of him. “I was going to ask if there was a more current listing of residents than the one you gave me?”
“I’m not sure. The phone book comes out pretty regularly and not everyone is in it anymore. We can log onto the internet when we get back home and try to request something from the town, maybe? Is that alright? I am so sorry for being thoughtless,” she said, pushing her hair back from her face as she squinted to see through the snow covered windshield.
“You have been kinder and more generous than anyone I have ever met, Jozette Keeper. Never call yourself thoughtless again,” he said, frowning at her.
She couldn’t help but smile and shake her head. It was a wonder he remained so gallant and considerate in spite of all the book reading and TV show watching he’d done in the past few days.
“It is dangerous to drive in this, no? Should we perhaps walk?” Castor asked.
“Uh, it’s fine,” she murmured, trying her best to maneuver the vehicle down the slush slicked streets.
They drove in silence for the first few minutes, and Jozi was glad for that. It was hell on her nerves these last few days, being so near to this virile strange man who seemed to bring out her innermost secret wishes. She’d never been all that hung up on sex before, and with good reason. It was oftentimes a messy, short disappointment followed by uncomfortable conversation.
She’d blamed that on herself in the past, but just lately, ever since a certain Dragon had knocked on her door, Jozi had been having the strangest dreams. Vivid naughty ones involving much less clothing than either of them was wearing at present.
“Are you alright?”
“What? Oh, yeah,” she murmured, ignoring the sudden flare of embarrassment.
“You seem upset,” Castor noted, his head cocked to the side in that way he had about him that told her she had his full attention.
That was different, too. No one else had ever given Jozi their full attention before. But she didn’t question it. Not yet anyway.
“Just driving,” she replied.
The steady swoosh of the wipers sounded nice in the din of the vehicle. The snow fell harder, and the wind really started blowing.
“The storm is getting worse,” she murmured.
Castor’s hands were stretched outward, touching the dashboard, and both of hers were gripping on the wheel.
“Hold on!” Castor yelled, just as Jozette gasped and squeezed the wheel tighter.
Dammit!
Of course, the second she was about to say it was all good, her car began to slide and fishtail down the ice covered street and straight into a ditch. With two more miles to go, she did not know how they were going to get out of this mess.
“Jozette!”
His rumbling growl echoed inside the small car. Somehow, it got through to her rattled brain, and Jozi blinked rapidly. She was whole. Sound. Not hurt, but definitely shook up.
“Castor! Are you hurt? Jeez. I am so sorry. Are you okay?”
Jozette turned towards the big man, frantic to know if he was alright. She would never forgive herself if she did anything to hurt him. Her heart squeezed inside her chest as her hands grabbed onto his.
“I am well, sweet lady. ‘Tis you I am worried about,” he said, cupping her face in his large hands, gazing into her eyes before running his fingers across her shoulders, arms, and legs, checking for injury.
“I’m good,” she said, nodding.
He lifted a warm palm to her cheek again, and she closed her eyes for a brief moment, simply glad they were both okay. Ever since he’d knocked on her door, Jozette felt a compulsive need to take care of the big, sexy man.
She opened her eyes again and saw him staring down at her. Face so serious, those twin indigo pools seemed to glow as he watched her. Like he was studying her, she thought idly. Castor nodded once, growling softly, and she felt the sound reverberate through her body until she shivered with it.
“Um, my door is stuck,” she murmured, turning away to break the strange spell that had settled over them.
Jozette shook the handle before banging on the steering wheel. Frustration and embarrassment took over and she couldn’t remember a time she’d felt so useless. How could she drive them into a ditch like that?
“Blame the weather, not your driving,” he instructed wisely.
“I should’ve been more careful.”
“You are not at fault. Now, I mean no offense to your vehicle, but I am afraid I have to break the glass to free us. Shield your eyes, please.”
Jozette thanked God once more that neither of them was injured. Still, she hated to think of having to explain to her parents what happened to their dependable little sedan. Closing her eyes and turning her head, as he suggested, she knew the second Castor’s fist slammed through the windshield. Aside from the sound of breaking glass, the car, which was almost completely turned on one side, rocked against the force of the blow.
Whoa.
The man was seriously strong. Inhumanely so, she supposed. When she turned back to face front, Jozette noted that Castor did not only break the windshield, he tore the thing clear off. She could barely get a handle on that one profound truth when he leapt out of the vehicle.
One moment he was beside her, the next he was standing on the car. Then, as if he did this every day, Castor leaned over, broke her seat belt, gripped her under the arms, and proceeded to lift her out of the mangled car and into his arms. His warm, unsurprisingly strong arms.
Was it bad that it felt so good to be held by him? Probably.
“Now what do we do?” She asked, blinking against the rapidly falling snow and freezing gusts of wind.
“Do you trust me?”
Jozette was momentarily struck dumb by the sight of Castor’s deep blue eyes glowing against the whited out sky. His inky black hair was tossed carelessly about by the strong winds, but Jozette had never seen a more gorgeous being in her life.
Maccon City had more than its fair share of handsome men and beautiful women. A truth that kept the tourists coming back to the Jersey Shore town the year long. But she had never seen anyone more handsome or virile in her life.
He might be light years out of her league, but that didn’t stop Jozette from wishing. Maybe her mother and father hadn’t destroyed her desire for a fairytale ending of her own, after all? With their rigid reading lists and lack of open affection for their only child, it was highly unlikely. But still, a girl could dream.
“Yes,” she said, answering his question honestly.
Truly, it was the only way she knew how to be. Jozette was not made for games. When she felt something, she said it. And yeah, she trusted him. How could she not? He looked like some sort of god standing in a blizzard with her chubby ass in his arms.
“Not a god, milady, a Dragon,” he grinned, and one minute she was in his arms, the next, she was being cradled inside one massive claw.
Josette yelped when he took off for the skies. She could not believe it. She was flying! Really flying! And in the arms of an enormous Dragon right out of a fairytale!
Exhilarating! Phenomenal! Better than any rollercoaster!
She was at a loss for words when it came to the sensations that went through her as Castor zoomed through the whited-out skies. Her eyes studied the large dark blue shape, and she realized his scales were like his eyes. More indigo than blue, with hints of red and purple. Diamond shaped, hard, and smooth as glass, she ran her fingers over them remarking at their heat.
He was beautiful. Majestic. Mystical. And fucking real.
That was the part she couldn’t believe. He was real. A few minutes later, she peaked over the edge of his massive claw and saw the ground coming up fast. Jozette had to work not to scream, but she managed it, letting out one large exhale when he touched ground.
His shift back to human was quick, only his clothes were gone. Jozi squeaked a little when her hands came into contact with his bare chest, as she was still in his arms.
“Let’s get you inside,” he murmured beneath fiercely blowing winds.
Jozi simply nodded as he carried her up the dune to her parents’ back door. Good thing there were few houses nearby. It would be difficult to explain what she was doing with a giant Dragon. Or with a naked man, for that matter. Marissa’s words came flitting back through her mind.
“Just look at him, Jozi. And if you can’t figure it out, I know a few websites that can show you.”
Jozette knew what to do with a man alright. The sudden swelling of her breasts, hardening of her nipples, and a flood of wetness pooling between her thighs left no doubt about that. The question was, did he know what to do with a woman? And if he did, would he be game?