Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 73: Chapter 73

“Are you sure you two have had enough to eat?” Melody, Nikolai’s mate, asked as Castor and Jozette made their way to the front door.
"Yes, I couldn’t eat another bite.”
A flock of dragonlings were trailing their feet, and Castor grinned at how much the young ones seemed to love his mate. That was good, he thought, especially since he guessed she was carrying his young already.
Something he would have to tell her later. Right after he discussed the other thing he’d learned when his brothers were sharing information with him through their Dragons.
“Alright, well, make sure you come back soon. We want to go over plans for the fifth wing,” Fred said with a wink.
“Yes, we shall discuss that,” Castor said, shaking his head.
“What was that about?” Jozette asked as she pulled on her hat and gloves.
It was cold near the water, but Castor did not think he could wait another second to talk to her.
“Will you walk with me a moment?” he asked when she would have gone straight for the waiting limousine.
“Sure.”
Jozette smiled and took his hand, following him down the path to the beach.
“Have I told you how much I love you?” he asked, turning her to face him once they reached the shoreline.
“I think I can stand to hear it again,” She grinned and nuzzled his nose with her cold one.
“I’d love to stay here with you, but I am freezing. Let’s get back.”
“Stop there!”
“Brother, I have found the demon!”
Castor spun around, wind whipping his hair as he faced the two Dragons who were responsible for his very freedom.
“Who are they?” Jozette asked, her fear palpable.
“Nicholas and Devine, the Dragons who freed me,” Castor explained.
“Silence wench! You will not speak,” Devine pointed his sword towards Castor’s throat.
“We have hunted you here ChangeDragon, and watched from the shadows while you consorted with this human filth. We have come to do what your brothers have not,” growled Nicholas.
“You will not speak thus of my mate,” Castor growled.
“Ha! You have left us no recourse,” Devine sneered.
“Meet us as man or beast, you will not leave alive!”
“Jozette, run back to the castle. I will not have you hurt,” Castor instructed, but his mate was too stubborn for her own good.
“No! I won’t leave you!”
Castor’s beast snarled in fury as Devine switched tactics and pointed the sword at Jozette instead. He was already warding off Nicholas’ attacks, but without a weapon of his own, it was hardly a fair fight.
Castor snarled as the other dragon’s blade cut through his clothing, scoring his forearm. Blood splattered onto the sand and Jozette cried out in alarm.
“Silence,” Devine sneered and moved his sword to shove Castor’s mate.
“Hey!” Jozette yelled.
“YOU WILL NOT TOUCH HER!” Castor roared.
He was still not as fast or powerful as he would have liked. True, Hector had been practicing with him, but in that moment, pure fury overrode reason and Castor’s change was swift.
He stomped on the sand, blocking his mate from the two attackers, loosing a mighty roar as they tried to hit him with their swords. Devine was faster than his brother, changing shape to a muddy colored Dragon who was smaller than Castor, but covered in spikes.
Spikes that apparently shot free of his body at will. Castor bellowed as one hit him in the ribs, bruising though not piercing his tough hide.
“Ouch!”
He turned as Jozette yelped, the bastard Nicholas had her by the hair. Castor was through fucking around. He used his spade-like tail to pummel the SpikeDragon. He hit the beast with one accurate shot to his chest, sending him careening back into the waves of the Atlantic.
“You killed my brother, you scum,” Nicholas growled.
I merely pushed him to sea, Castor’s beast thought the words to the other Dragon.
“SpikeDragons can’t swim, can they? He sunk to the bottom and is now drowned and dead!”
Smoke puffed from Castor’s mouth. He had not wanted that. Did not want to battle the two men who’d set him free. But what could he say or do to make up for it?
With his sword pressed against Jozette’s throat, Castor wanted to annihilate the bastard. But he couldn’t do so without hurting his mate. What was he going to do now? He could not risk his treasure’s life. Swapping scales for skin, he opened his arms to show he had no weapons.
“I am unarmed. Let her go, and you can have me.”
“No!” Jozette yelled, whimpering when the Dragon pulled her hair.
“Fine, come then. Your life for hers, you bloody bastard.”
“Castor!” Jozette cried.
“Shut up, wench! He is a low bastard, he is. Alone and unworthy,” Nicholas said, raising his sword as Castor knelt at his feet on the cold sand. “And this is a mercy⁠—”
J
ozette nearly died as the stranger held his sword up high, ready to strike down her mate with one blow. Her sweet Dragon had told her about his impending demise, but she thought they would have some time still at least. Not this. This was too soon.
Before she could move or react, the man’s sword was ripped from his hands. Jozette spun around. It was his brothers! Callius, Edric, Aleksander, and Nikolai! All four of them surrounded Castor. Her mate stood and ran to her while the others growled and barked questions at the asshole who’d almost killed them both.
“Are you okay, my love?”
“Yes, are you?”
They held each other for a moment. Hardly moving as Edric dove beneath the waves and came back moments later with a naked but still alive, Devine. Nicholas shouted in joy at his brother’s return though he was being held roughly by Callius.
“You two heathens thought to trespass on Falk Clan lands and wage war against one of our own!” Callius snarled.
“But, but he is a demon! A ChangeDragon!”
“And just what does that mean to you? Castor, did you not tell these men what you are?” Nikolai asked, head cocked to the side.
“I don’t know what I am. They said I was a ChangeDragon and called me demon,” Castor replied, quickly wrapping the towel Fred handed him around his hips.
“You two dolts believe that, do you? Idjits!” Callius growled.
“It was you then,” Aleksander said, grinning and pointing to Castor. “I told you, my little Maggie said she saw a wizard making sparkles in the sand. Ha!”
“Oh, I did not realize anyone saw me,” Castor said, mussing his hair and grinning sheepishly.
“Can we finish this inside? Um, not all of us are Dragons,” Jozette said, dying to know what the hell was going on but freezing to death on the wintry shores.
Some minutes and several shots of whiskey later…
“Here,” Callius said, handing Castor a rock. “Show your mate what it means to be a ChangeDragon.”
Two brothers grinned and stood nearby while the other two guarded their unwanted guests. Jozette was wary. She didn’t understand what was happening, but one look from her mate and she decided to trust him. After all, her gut hadn’t been wrong so far.
Dressed in borrowed sweats, Castor took the rock and placed it inside the fireplace in the large living room inside the castle. He looked at her one more time, and she nodded encouragingly.
Despite being one of seven Dragons in the room, in her eyes, he outshone them all. Her drop dead gorgeous mate concentrated on the stone, eyes flashing dark blue rimmed in purple and red, then he opened his mouth and the same colored flames shot out, heating the stone.
The heat was so intense, Jozette had to move back a step. But in the a blink of an eye, it was over. The brothers clapped, the women too. The two men who’d come to hurt them seemed dumbstruck, and Castor just reached into the fireplace and took out the white hot stone.
“Here, let me.”
Aleksander stepped forward, and where Castor blew hot, his breath was cold. He leaned over and blew across the stone, cooling it rapidly until she saw the rock was no longer a rock. It was a gemstone.
“Ohmygawd!” Jozette said, covering her mouth.
“It’s a blue garnet, my love,” Castor explained, handing it to her.
“Earlier today I went to the beach and found a pile of rocks and turned them to gems. Marissa took me to her uncle, who is a jeweler in the city. I have amassed a small fortune, to take care of you,” he explained while she just stood and stared.
“You see,” Callius said, turning to the two intruders.
“A ChangeDragon is no demon. He can change stones to gems!” Callius said with a bark of laughter.
“The legends are true?” Edric asked him.
“Just look, our brother is the proof,” Nikolai said.
“But the legends said they were evil,” Devine said, confused.
“Yes, but you see, I uncovered the truth behind those tales back when I still worked for Dragomir,” Nikolai explained.
“The truth is the Dragons who started that lie simply did not want anyone in their Clans to amass fortunes greater than their own. Because people then feared ChangeDragons many were unfortunately killed. I imagine Dragomir had no idea what you were, did he?”
“He did not witness my first change. Only had me help forge the irons that bound me,” Castor said.
“Unbelievable,” Fred murmured.
“Hey are you okay?” The tall blonde turned to Jozette.
“I think so. It is all a little overwhelming.”
“I’m sorry, love. We better go,” Castor said.
“Alright, we will take care of these two. See you soon, brother,” Callius waved.
After their goodbyes, the limo took them home. Jozette hugged the older man goodbye once she discovered he was not only a Shifter too, but he was responsible for alerting the Falk brothers about what was happening on the beach.
“Aww shucks, ma’am. I would’ve stepped in, but us sloths are no match for Dragons,” he explained with an embarrassed grin.
“Thank you, truly. What you did was plenty!”
“Where are Hector and Marissa?” Castor asked as they walked into the Lion’s house.
“I texted them and asked if they wouldn’t mind giving us the place for the night,” Jozette murmured.
“Did you now?”
Jozi nodded, leading him by the hand until they were inside their bedroom. She turned and looked into his eyes. So much light and love inside of them! It hurt to think their time was so limited!
“What is it, my love?”
“Nothing. I want you,” she whispered and pulled off her clothes.
Castor stood mesmerized as Jozette stripped. She’d never been the type of woman who wore her heart on her sleeve, but there was no hiding from this man. Her man. Her Dragon.
Jozette was truly, madly, deeply in love for the first time in her life, and she wanted each moment to be worth it. To live entirely for the present, to hide nothing, shed her misgivings, and simply bask in the love she knew he held for her in his heart.
“Now I get to undress you,” she said with a sly smile, stopping his hands when he went to grab for her.
She was having way too much fun unwrapping her present. His shirt removed, revealed his deliciously golden and well-muscled arms and pecs. Jozette kissed each one and then his abs, as she undid his belt buckle and tugged on his pants.
“Not yet. I told you, it’s my turn,” she said, removing his hands from her and dropping to her knees in front of him.
“What are you⁠—”
“Mine,” she said, grinning.
“Fuuucckk!”
Castor’s head hit the wall when she opened her mouth and took his long, thick, swollen head inside. Jozette moaned, humming in her throat as she swallowed down as much of his incredible length as she could. With one hand, she cupped his balls, massaging and stroking the tight orbs while using her other hand to squeeze the base of his cock.
“My love, my love, love, love. Jozette,” he growled, flexing his hips, and fucking her mouth so good she felt heat and liquid pool between her legs.
“Stop, love, please,” he said. “Stop or I will spill myself.”
But she shook her head and kept right on sucking and bobbing, squeezing, and licking. Yes, she wanted him inside her sex, but Jozette was going to have this first.
“Es meus!” Castor roared, hips moving jerkily as his orgasm surged forward, filling her mouth.
“Mine,” she replied, kissing his still hard cock one more time right on the head before turning to stride to the bed.
Castor slammed into her from behind, hands so good and a little rough on her breast as he kneaded and squeezed the flesh.
“Want you, mate,” he snarled, closing his mouth over the bitemark he’d given her.
A fresh wave of heat coated her pussy and Jozette had never felt so fucking turned on in her life. Her Dragon seemed to know exactly where she wanted him. One hand slid down her soft belly, parting her soaked lips. He toyed with her clit while positioning his cock. Jozette leaned forward, using the bed to hold her up while he knelt behind her, fitting himself at her soaked entrance.
“Is this okay, mate?” he asked, voice thick with his Dragon.
“Yes, please,” she moaned, pushing back, and taking him into her heat, inch by glorious, thick inch.
They both moaned when he pressed forward, finally joining them. Tension built steadily as he pounded into her, filling her so good, and stroking that secret place she’d only ever felt with him.
Before she knew it, she was halfway to her first orgasm, screaming when it hit her. Her Dragon knew exactly what she needed, stopping his thrusts to kiss her neck, and nibbling her skin in just the right spot.
He started moving again, slowly at first. He withdrew completely, flipping her over and stroking his hands over her breasts and belly, spreading her legs wide, then he filled her again. With long, hard, stroke after stroke, Castor’s face loomed overhead. So gorgeous. So hers.
Inside her mind, she saw him and his Dragon, images of them together, spread over the years. She wanted to weep at the visions she knew could only be coming from him. But then he took her by the hips and lifted her, grinding his pubis in a slow swirl that made her see nothing at all but white hot lights.
“Castor!” she yelled as her next orgasm eclipsed the first.
He allowed her to calm down, kissing her lips, catching her breath, but only for a moment. Then he was stretching her again, filling her once more. And touching her everywhere.
Jozette felt him on top of and inside every inch of her. His hands clasped hers, chest pressed tightly to her breasts, lips locked onto her mouth, and cock filling her so completely. She had no idea where she ended, and he began.
“Castor,” she moaned his name, whispering unintelligibly.
But he knew. He understood. This was more profound than any words in any language. They were one. Joined. Unified.
Pleasure so intense, she could have died from it, filled her blood as Castor brought her to unchartered heights. Then they came together. She gasped, and he roared her name into the ether. It was like the world exploded into a thousand million multifaceted gems, then reknit itself back together in that one perfect moment.