Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 82: Chapter 82

A Dragon. She’d claimed him. And he’d claimed her too. Sunny Daye was mated to a real live Dragon. Holy. Fucking. Amazeballs.
Sunny sighed and stretched. She rolled over in the enormous bed, frowning when she found she was alone. Her body was deliciously sore from the carnal workout she’d gotten. Hell, it had been a long dry spell between lovers, not that anyone compared to her sexy as sin Dragon.
The moon was high in the sky, and she smiled thinking of how they’d spent the day in bed. There had been no conversation. She should be worried, but she felt too damn good just then to indulge in those kinds of pesky and destructive doubts. Besides, he’d given her his bite.
Rising from the bed she looked in the mirror, and her eyes widened. Dev had given her something beside his bite.
“Wow,” she murmured, tracing the shape of the mystical tattoo now marking her skin.
On her chest, in the same place as his, Sunny now had an amber outlined blue-black rose. It was a faint rendering. The small bud still tight, not yet mature, but she had hope. This hippie raised she-Wolf was nothing if not optimistic.
She could still feel his hands on her body as she stepped into his shower and turned the water on warm. Sunny had not felt that good in a very long time. In fact, never with another person. Oh, she’d had boyfriends. A Wolf and a couple of humans, but they all treated her like glass. Sunny was not fragile, and Devine knew it. In fact, he seemed to relish it.
She glanced at the love bites that marred her skin. They were already healing thanks to her she-Wolf, All except for the mating mark on her breast. That would scar over and remain there for life. She couldn’t wait.
Her body warmed, thinking of her mate, and Sunny ran her sudsy hands along her belly, hips, and ass. She felt so loose, so good. Thinking about Devine, she opened her thighs and teased the edges of her sex. Biting her lip at what she was about to do, Sunny moaned with the first swipe of her fingers against her slit.
Devine’s image filled her mind as she stroked along her needy clit. His chiseled jawline, stormy eyes, firm lips, and callused hands had traveled across, mesmerizing, and tantalizing every inch of her flesh, and fuck, if she didn’t love it.
The door to the bathroom opened and there he stood, ducking his head slightly to walk inside. His eyes glowed with his beast as his stare traveled down her body to where she was still touching herself. Her pussy clenched around her fingers, and she moaned, panting now.
“Stop,” he growled, and her hand stilled.
Fuck, what was she doing? Sunny was this close to coming, and this bastard wanted her to stop? She wiggled and moaned, hurting with the need to continue.
“Please,” she begged, but he held his finger to his lips and made a shushing noise. The sexy bastard.
“Put your hands on the showerhead,” he commanded in a tone that brokered no arguments.
“What are you—” Sunny’s eyes widened as Devine strode into the shower, not caring about the fact he wore shorts and a t-shirt.
He kissed her hard, and her head slammed back against the tile. Not enough to hurt, but enough to show her Wolf who was in charge. The beast whined and panted, desperate for her mate to dominate her. Sunny never expected to feel this way, to want his possession, but she did. There was something so freeing about being with a powerful creature such as Devine. She trusted she was safe and protected when she was in his arms.
“You are always safe with me, meus lupus. Nothing shall harm you when I am here.”
Then he was kneeling at her feet, the water from the showerhead beating on his shoulders, plastering his clothes to his body. Devine did not seem to notice as he pressed her thighs open, his big, callused hands practically wrapping around each one. She whimpered, her sex throbbing. But he would not be rushed.
Damn the man.
“Look at you,” he growled. “Pink and pretty, and mine.”
Then, he was on her. Sunny gasped as he swiped his tongue against her heated core, lapping at her in long, rough strokes. One, two, three, four times and he added two thick fingers to the mix, pressing them deep inside her. He fucked her with them, flicking his tongue against her clit, harder, faster, and fuck, she was coming.
“Dev, Dev, DEV!” she called out his name before falling into his arms, a boneless mass of well-fucked flesh.
That night they had each other countless times, and the food he had apparently gone to get when she woke the first time had been consumed and forgotten on the floor of the bedroom. It was morning before she woke again. The sound of the shower loud in the silence of the bedroom.
When he returned to the room, his face was hard, closed off, and she knew something was wrong. Her chest ached with it.
“Morning,” she whispered, smiling, and waiting for him to come to her.
Devine nodded, grabbing some underwear before opening the large walking closet. Okayyyy, so they were doing that then? Shy even after all they did.
“I have work today,” his deep voice shattered the silence, and she nodded before realizing he could not see her.
“Oh, okay. Me too. Can I borrow some clothes? Mine got, er, a little shredded,” she said, still trying to smile.
He avoided her gaze as he stepped out of the closet, fully dressed in jeans and a tight black long sleeve. He looked good, and her heart thudded at the sight.
She was not all that impressive when she first woke up, and she knew it. Her hair was likely frizzier than usual and sticking up every which way. She hadn’t had a chance to brush her teeth yet and her body smelled like sex, and a mix of Dragon and Wolf. She liked that part though.
“Here, I have to go,” he mumbled dropping a pair of sweats and a t-shirt on the bed.
“Dev?”
He stopped with his hand on the doorknob, and Sunny felt her heart sticking in her throat. Was he really just going to leave like that? As if last night had meant nothing to him at all. She wouldn’t be able to stand it if he did.
“I have to go, Sunny. I will talk to you again later.”
“Okay Dev. I will let you go. I will let you run for now. But only for now.”
The sound of the door slamming shut resounded in the room, and Sunny went to the shower. There were only two choices for someone like her at this point. She could quit now and fall apart, or she could fight back and weather the storm.
“I’ve never been much of a quitter,” she murmured as she dressed in Dev’s oversized sweatpants and shirt.
Being curvy did not mean she was Dragon sized, and extra fluff or not, Sunny still found she had to roll the waistband twice and tie the shirt beneath her boobs to make any kind of outfit from her borrowed clothes. She liked them though. Her Wolf approved of the Dragon scented garments.
Walking around Dev’s section of the enormous, two-family house, she finally found her carelessly discarded Crocs. She slid her feet into the comfortable clogs, made a quick cup of coffee, and wandered around a bit. River was at the store with her parents, so there was no need to rush.
It was a fine time to get to know her mate a bit better, even if he wasn’t technically around to show her himself. But patience was never her strong suit, and no one was there for her to apologize to for that itty bitty flaw.
Grrr.
Her inner she-Wolf was of the mind she had no flaws, but Sunny was not so sure the animal wasn’t a bit biased. Everyone had flaws, even her.
Agree to disagree. The she-Wolf barked, circling around in her mind’s eye, eager to get on with the tour.
Devine and his brother had built a truly superb mansion with their own hands. She was impressed by the detail, never mind the quality of the materials used. Quartz was used on every countertop and tile trim. The wood floors were highly polished and buffed to a glossy shine. He was a creature of comfort. She guessed by the thick, expensive carpets that sat elegantly in his living rooms and bedroom.
The windows were made of one way glass, and Roman shades were hung, currently opened all the way to let in the late fall light. She followed the winding staircase to every level, noting with pride the carved bookcases and plush couches. All the furniture was custom, sturdily built for Dragons—and Wolves. Sunny had silently added the latter with a soft growl and a satisfied smile.
Her body still ached in all the best places, and her beast was content to wear his mark, though the she-Wolf wondered where he had run off to. Sunny’s heart squeezed inside her chest. They had time. Oodles of it. And she would be sure to let him know she was not going anywhere.
He'd been alone a very long time and needed to adjust to her presence. Sure, it stung, but she wasn’t an overly emotional person. Their bond was thin and light, but it was there. She could see it, tethered to her gray Wolf in that metaphysical realm where she waited to be called. The animal was eager to run with her mate, and that too would come with time.
Patience.
It would be difficult, but she would try. For him, she would try anything at least once. Sunny sipped her coffee and entered the greenhouse, and this was when she really fell in love with the complex man the Fates had chosen as her mate.
I choose him too, the Wolf said.
And yes, she supposed she did. The Fates tied people together, but their dual natured hearts really did the choosing. Sunny grinned as she passed the rows of blooming orchids. He must have had over two hundred ripe with fat, colorful blossoms.
Clever Dragon must have crossbred the rarer blue blooms with some of the white and pinks, creating lavender shades so delicate they brought tears to her eyes. Past the healthy stock were several rows of wilted looking plants. The blossoms had fallen, and the stems were turning brown. This was why he had come to her, she thought, and frowned.
Sunny took some soil samples and walked over to the large stainless-steel worktable. He had a very modern set up with carefully labelled crates housing soil, moss, sand, fertilizer, rocks, and other fillers for the pots. There were tools and tests, microscopes, and chemical analysis kits, but she did not need any of that to do her job.
Sunny closed her eyes and lifted the first sample to her nose. She breathed in the soil, sifting through the elements there. Everything seemed on point, she frowned and started the process over with the next sample, and so on.
She didn’t know how long she stood there, but suddenly, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and Sunny opened her eyes, spinning around to find him watching her from the doorway.
“Thought you left,” he murmured.
“Oh, um, no, not yet. Thought I would see what was troubling your orchids. After all, that is why you came to find me yesterday,” she whispered her reply, feeling naked and bare despite wearing his clothes.
Just the sight of him had her pulse racing and her Wolf pressing her to get closer. He smelled good, like pine trees and frosty air and scales. Fuck, she loved that smell. The scent of his Dragon was an intoxicating combination of smoke, spice, and raw power that made her inner Wolf want to howl and yip at his heels.
She was completely submissive to his dominance, but not in a bad way. The guy was a walking, talking anthropomorphism of testosterone. Her she-Wolf was all about that primal beastly urge to find the biggest, baddest, sexiest male to be her main squeeze, and she had succeeded.