Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 70: Chapter 70

“Jozette? Wake, my sweet treasure,” Castor whispered to his mate as he gathered her up off the cold floor.
“Here, bring her in here,” Marissa held the door open to the guest room where they would be spending the night.
Once more, he found himself indebted to someone for his rescue. He was eternally grateful for the kindness Marissa and Hector had shown to both him and Jozette. One day, he would repay them. That, he swore.
He placed his precious bundle on the bed, hovering near as her eyelids started to flutter. Thank the gods! Her big brown eyes started to focus, and he never thought anything so beautiful as she.
“Hey,” she whispered, sitting up.
“Do you need anything, Jozi?” Marissa asked from across the room.
“No, um, can you give us the room?”
“Sure, hon. Hector and I will be inside.”
“Okay.” Jozette nodded, and Castor was glad when the two Lions left.
His inner beast wanted them gone. He wanted Jozette all to himself. Especially after her collapse. The need to make certain she was right and well burned inside of him.
“You gave me a fright, love,” he murmured.
His eyes roamed over her sweet shape, from the top of her dark head to the bottoms of her pink stockinged feet.
Socks, he recalled with a grin. She called them socks.
“What?”
“Nothing. I like your socks,” he murmured, tucking her hand in his.
Castor lifted her palm to his mouth and pressed his lips there. His heart filled with joy when she did not pull away.
“I did not know, Jozette.”
“That you were marking me as your mate when you bit me,” she said in a low voice.
“Is there a way to undo it?” Jozette asked.
Castor’s heart thundered and squeezed. It felt as though his soul was being ripped through his chest. Did she not want him? Was that it?
“Jozette,” he said, mouth dry. “I know I am not long for this world, and that I have nothing to offer you. No worldly goods. No castle. No money. No kin. But I love you Jozette. With everything I am, I love you.”
“You want to be mated to me?”
Her eyes met his, and he thought he saw wonder in them. And joy.
Could it be?
Es meus.
“Want you? With all my heart, for all my life, however long or short. I swear I will never want another. Only you, Jozette Keeper. Es meus.”
Castor tugged her towards him and wrapped his arms around her. Happiness spread through him like lightning when she clung to him, saying back the words he’d never thought to hear.
“I love you too, Castor,” she mumbled against his shoulder, sniffling against him.
“We will make it work. Somehow, we will,” she said, laughing and crying at the same time. His heart squeezed inside of him, he would do anything to keep her happy and safe. He would work till his fingers bled for her.
“I will do anything, Jozette. Anything to keep you safe, warm, happy, loved. Gods, you are so very loved,” he growled.
Castor took her face in his hands, her hair got tangled in his fingers, but he didn’t stop. He tugged her gently, till she could press her mouth to his. And press, she did. Crashing into him like waves on the shore.
“I’m sorry that I am poor. That I cannot give you more than my heart,” he growled as he disrobed.
Castor pulled off his clothing roughly, while never parting their lips for too long. He eased her down on the mattress, savoring her unique flavors as they danced across his tastebuds.
“Your heart is the only thing I want from you,” she replied, and bucked against him.
“The only thing?” he teased.
“Well, that and your very sexy body,” she said, grinning wickedly.
“I’m glad you think I am sexy, mate. But you should know, you are better than anything I have ever dreamed. I love you, my treasure,” he growled.
Her coconut and sea foam kisses undid him. He was putty in her hands. Determined to bring her nothing but pleasure, Castor unwrapped his mate like a present. Like a treasure.
“Es meus,” he growled and freed her bountiful breasts from their confines.
“Yours,” she confirmed. “I want every day we have together, Castor. I don’t ever want to be apart.”
“Good. I want that too,” he moaned the words as he licked a trail from nipple to nipple.
Castor suckled each berry ripe bud, lavishing attention on one, then the other. Meanwhile, his hands found her thighs and parted them. He spread her heated lips apart, using her own wetness to ease his passage.
“Please,” she moaned, bucking up against his hands, searching for more.
“Anything. I will give you anything you want,” he murmured.
“You,” she gasped as he pressed the head of his cock into her sheath. “I want you.”
After that, there was no more talking. Only feeling. Castor could not get enough of her. Never would. And when she took control, pushing him till he rolled them over, fuck, he thought he died right then.
Jozette straddled him, the change of position sent his cock deeper inside her slick heat. His sweet treasure moaned.
Scratch that.
She purred. Like she had a beast of her own inside, and fuck if that didn’t make his dick even harder. The little vixen started riding him in earnest. Her breasts bounced with each move, and Castor could hardly contain his beast.
He sat up, hands kneading her plump buttocks as he sucked one hardened nipple into his mouth. The sounds of their pleasure, hopefully muted to the rest of the house as Hector’s earlier words came back to him “don’t worry, the rooms have all been sound proofed”, were like an erotic symphony to his sensitive ears.
Up, down, swirl, grind.
Castor could hardly breathe for the pleasure sizzling along his skin and deep in his blood. Like a goddess she moved with her hair floating around her like a dark cloud.
“Jozette,” he growled her name.
Castor whispered words of encouragement and praise to her as she made love to him. No one had ever made him feel these things. She was his first, his only, and would remain so forever. However short or long their forever was, was up to the gods, but Castor would not waste a moment of it on regret.
“I love you,” she moaned as her sex clamped down on his.
“I love you,” he growled back.
His lips travelled to her neck, teeth skating across the bitemark he’d given her. Castor felt her orgasm rip through her, speeding him on the same path, and if possible, her sex squeezed even tighter.
They collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs atop the bed, and Castor vowed to do right by her. Always.
“Es meus, my sweet treasure.” He murmured as they slipped into sleep.
Days later…
“Jozette will have my ass if I let you wander around by yourself,” Marissa growled, trying to catch up with Castor.
“Fuck man, it’s cold here,” Hector complained.
The two Lions had become his constant companions on days when Jozette worked at Crescent Moon Books. He still went to the store with her, but she really needed to work on her manuscript during the lulls in customers. And he was a distraction.
He was man enough to know this. Dragon enough not to care. The beast was more than happy to distract her. And with what interesting ways!
Indeed, there was no sex education in the dungeons of Castle Blackthorne, but he’d done some very interesting reading in that little store. When no one was looking, of course.
Still, the fact they lived in the home of another, while kind, did not sit well with him. He reminded himself he could not simply do nothing. In fact, he would not remain idle while she worked to support them. His Dragon understood this, and the beast quickly relented his former position.
“I must try something,” Castor explained to the two shivering Cats. “If you are cold, pray leave me here. I will be fine.”
“Aren’t you cold?” Marissa yelled over the wind.
“Not at all. I am a Dragon,” he said, and let out a bark of laughter.
“Are you sure this part of the beach is isolated?”
“Yeah,” Hector said, nodding and wrapping an arm around Marissa.
“There’s a private home about half a mile down that way, but they can’t see anything from here.”
“Good,” Castor nodded. “Did you bring the bag I asked for? And Marissa, did you call your contacts?”
“Got it here,” Hector said, showing Castor the large backpack he carried with him.
“Yeah, I called my uncle. He works in the diamond district in Manhattan. He is expecting us in an hour. But what is this about?” Marissa asked.
“I need a moment. Just make sure you stand back,” Castor instructed them.
There was a sort of sea stack that went all the way out to sea for a quarter of a mile or so and began on the shore, blocking them from view. Or so he hoped. What he was about to try was based on some scientific reading he’d done earlier that week. He had to do something.
“What are you going to do?” Marissa asked.
Castor did not answer. He was too busy seeing what he’d dreamt only the night before in his mind. But was it a dream? Or just his Dragon trying to show him the path that would lead to a fruitful future for his mate?
As a prisoner, Castor had been helpless. But he was free now, and beyond all expectations, he had found his mate. The two who had freed him did so before they knew what he was, before he knew what he was—a ChangeDragon.
Whatever the fuck that meant.
Rrrrr.
His inner beast objected to the idea it meant anything other than greatness. A Dragon trait, he thought, but how was he to know? Maybe he really was fucked since birth, as Dragomir had said.
No!
This time, it was the man who rejected that notion. Chief Blackthorne had been the worst kind of tyrant. Weak. Ignorant. Miserable. And ruled by jealousy and greed. Nothing he said should be taken to heart by anyone, least of all Castor.
Still, if death was his only recourse, he would not go quietly. Certainly not without providing for the woman who meant so much to him.
“Shouldn’t we be looking for signs of your family?” Marissa shouted above the roar of waves and whipping wind, interrupting his thought process.
“Mar, he’s busy,” Hector replied for him.
Castor approved of the other male. He was a good, strong man. A stouthearted Lion, indeed. Why the pair were not mated, he had no idea. It was not his business either. But he could not understand it. After all, the thought of touching Jozette and not claiming her was beyond his own abilities.
After taking a few more steps away from the bickering couple, he set his gaze on a pile of small rocks mixed in with the sand some feet from where the waves were crashing into the shore. Castor allowed his beast to surge forward. Slowly. Carefully. And not completely. He needed to remain a man in case anyone happened by.
He closed his eyes and reimagined his dream from the night before. Gemstones aplenty and in all hues, with his blue-red Dragon guarding the lot. The beast growled approvingly at the hordes of treasure in his mind’s eye.
He saw the stones. Weighed and measured them carefully in his dreamscape vision. Now, to make them reality. He shook off the nerves assailing him. There was no room for self-doubt. Not where Jozette was concerned, or her care. No, Castor could never be anything other than certain when it came to his mate.
He opened his eyes, pulling on his Dragon’s power. It filled him until he felt it in every cell. Raw and pulsing, a wild and powerful thing, but it was not evil as he’d feared. And it was not reckless so long as he was not.
His beast scratched at his skin, but Castor held on to the reins. He shook himself once, then released his power in a shock of blue flames etched in red. The laser like beam of his ChangeDragon’s fire shot from his lips with unerring accuracy.
There was little smoke, but he knew it was hot enough to sever even a Dragon’s limb clean off through scale, sinew, and bone. But his own fire would never hurt him, that much he knew. Once the flames died down, he huffed out a cloud of smoke from his lungs, surprised at the sight that greeted him. First, the mountain of stones appeared white hot, still glowing from the heat of his fire.
Once the February wind hit them, they started to cool, revealing an array of gemstones in every hue and size imaginable. Some were so big, he wondered if they were larger than even his fist.
“Holy shit!” Marissa exclaimed.
“Dude!” Hector gasped.
The pair whooped and patted him on the back. Castor exhaled softly. The pile of gems was surely valuable. He could only hope they would provide his mate with a worthy home.
“Will this be enough?”
“Yes, absolutely,” Marissa said.
“Good. Let us go meet your uncle, so that we may share the news with my Jozette.”
Just thinking about his dark haired treasure caused his Dragon to prowl within him. The creature was proprietary, to say the least. And why shouldn’t he be? Castor was one lucky bastard to have Jozette in his life. And he was going to show her, guaranteed.
Es meus.