Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 85: Chapter 85
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“OHMYGAWD!” Sunny shrieked as she clung to Devine’s back, nestled between two enormous spikes as he flapped his huge, bat-like wings through the frosty air above the pine barrens.
He’d wanted her to get to know him, and the first thing that involved was a formal introduction to his Dragon. At first, they’d changed together, and Dev was astounded by the beauty of his mate’s brindled she-Wolf. Her golden eyes had followed him as he slipped into his scales, and both beasts seemed to understand and recognize each other on a level their human sides had yet to catch up with.
Afterwards, Sunny had shifted back into her skin and asked him for a ride. How could he resist when she was so enthusiastic and tempting as she slid her clothes back on—sans panties?
Fuck, this woman’s disregard for underthings was going to be his complete undoing. He felt her heated core pressed against his back, and even on his scales, he wanted her. She whooped and hollered, held him tight with her Werewolf strength as he twirled and dipped high and low, giving her a flight to remember.
He'd learned how to cloak himself when he’d been very young, and using those skills and that Dragon magic, Devine shielded both himself and her from the normal world. He felt her shiver and the beast inside him became concerned, slowing his speed, he aimed for a good landing spot near the small cabin the Falks used to teach their offspring how to control their Dragons.
“What is this place?” Sunny asked, sliding off his back easily.
“This belongs to the Falk brothers,” he explained. Devine had been quick with his change but did not want to appear too eager with his hard on swinging out all over the damn place.
She was so tempting, so gorgeous, but he was trying to take this day to get to know her without jumping her bones. A task that was easier said than done. Walking into the cabin, Devine opened the closet for one of the extra pairs of sweats the brothers always had on hand.
“Look at all these books and toys,” Sunny said, and grinned, walking over to admire the playroom.
“They have young. Six total and more on the way. Eddie is Edric’s dragonling,” he said, pointing to a large family picture that hung in the center of the main wall. “These two are Calla and Castor, the offspring of Fred and Callius, the Alpha of the Falk Clan. This here is Nicky, he is Melody and Niko’s son. They also have a daughter now, Cherie. And Castor and Jozette welcomed their son not too long ago,” he murmured.
“Oh, what’s his name?”
He exhaled, sitting down on the sofa and tugged Sunny by the hand to join him. This was only one story of how wrong he was for her, and he had to tell it. It was the only way she would know the real him, and scared as he might be, Devine knew Sunny deserved nothing but the truth from him.
“Before I tell you that, I must tell you how we came to be here, Nicholas and I,” he started.
“Okay,” Sunny murmured, tucking her feet beneath her while she sat beside him as if readying herself for his story.
Smart, sexy, pretty Wolf with a big heart.
“I was born with a sword in my hand,” he started, figuring honesty was best. “Not literally, of course, what I mean is I was born to serve my Chief as his blade. I was sent to battle the Demons that tried to escape into our realm as has been the mission of dragons on this planet since the dawn of time—”
“Wait—what? Demons are real? Like really real?” she asked, her brown eyes wide with wonder and maybe a little fear. His Dragon did not like that. Not one bit.
“You are safe, meus lupus,” he murmured, touching her cheek with one long stroke of his finger.
“No, I know, but Demons? Wow. I had no idea—”
“Wait—you’re a Werewolf, and I am a Dragon, but you never heard of and did not believe in Demons?”
“I mean, it’s not like it’s common around the Jersey Shore to see a Demon walking by,” she muttered, and fuck, she was so cute.
“Fair enough.” Dev relented, grabbing her hand.
He kissed her fingertips before replacing it on her own knee. It was not fair to touch her yet. Not until she knew it all. Then she could decide for herself. Devine sucked in a fortifying breath before continuing with his tale.
“I wish I did not have to tell you this, but it’s only fair you hear all of my truth. My only regret is I claimed you before I told you, but I promise Sunny, whatever you decide, I will abide by it,” he said, body trembling with his beast as he tore open the scars that held his old life at bay and forced them through his frozen lips.
“Fighting Demons was easy. It was why the Universe and the gods had created Dragons with our tough, fireproof hides, our wings, and our fierceness. But it was not the Demons that blackened my soul,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “It was the others.”
“What others?” Sunny asked, her voice low, full of heartbreak and compassion.
Fuck, he could not stand to see himself reflected in her eyes. Not like this, when he was so exposed, so wounded and raw from the truth. Devine was a monster.
“Chief Dragomir forged a weapon in me. SpikeDragon was my name,” he growled.
“I thought you were a QuartzDragon?”
“I am,” he told her and nodded. “Or I was, before my scales rusted over with the blood of my kills, and my soul darkened with the sins of my transgressions. You see, those spikes you sat between on my back are my fiercest weapons. For some Dragons, it is their fire, but for me it is those spiny thorns that I loose like bullets upon my targets. I can shoot them from my spine at will and with unerring accuracy. The result is death, even for a Dragon.”
The silence that fell between them deafened him, and Devine hazarded a glance at the always happy she-Wolf. Only Sunny was not smiling. Her optimism was nowhere to be found as she sat in suspense, waiting for him to go on. So he did.
“Dragomir was a greedy male. He coveted the hoards—the accumulated wealth—of other Dragons. Sometimes, their mates too. He would fill me with lies, tell me of their treasonous plots, then send me to kill them. And I did, gods help me, I did,” he murmured, confessing his greatest sins to the one woman in the world he should have hidden them from. “I am no good, Sunny Daye. Not good enough for you. You deserve a better mate. I am broken, tarnished, and undeserving of a mate.”
Devine finished speaking, and the silence stretched. He waited, looking up, when she remained quiet. He had been expecting her anger and rage, not this muted Wolf before him. What was she thinking? He pulled on their bond, hoping to get an inkling of her feelings, but it was too thin yet for such things.
“So,” Sunny began. She stood up and started pacing, her bright green Crocs moved silently across the hardwood floor of the cabin. “What you are saying is because you were at the mercy of some gods-damned madman, you think you don’t deserve a mate. Is that right?”
“Er. Um. Well—”
Devine was at a loss for words. Fuck, this felt like a trap. He was too smart to fall into one, or so he’d thought. But it was already too late. The little she-Wolf was already on a roll.
“You think me so shallow and weak that I could not see through the hurt and pain you endured to the warrior you truly are, Devine Graystone? Is that what you think of me? That I would somehow blame you for carrying out the wars you were told to by your Alpha, your Chief? What kind of Wolf do you think I am?” she asked, and then he saw the spark of anger he’d been waiting for, only it was for the wrong reason.
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
“I think you're perfect, Sunny. Not weak. Not shallow. I only meant—”
“You only meant you're too much a big bad dragon for a little puppy like me, right? You think cause my parents are hippies, I am some airhead who can’t know the real you? Well, fuck you, Dev! The Fates paired us up, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have a choice. Now, from the first second I saw you, I chose you. I believed in you, in us, but I guess you don’t feel the same way,” she growled, and walked away from him.
“What? Wait a second, dammit. I am trying to spare you the heartache of having someone as fucked up as me for a mate. I am trying to save you, to salvage your chance at a future, Sunny. I can’t break the bond, but maybe I can transfer it to someone better. Nicholas, or someone of your choosing,” he began, grabbing at her arm, but the she-Wolf was ready.
With surprising agility, Sunny dodged his seeking hands and turned on him, her eyes blazing with hurt and some other unnamed emotion. Fuck, his own beast was tearing him apart from the inside out and he felt ten times a shit heel. What was he doing?
“You don’t get to make decisions about what I need or want. You want to break our matebond, Dev? Then that’s on you, but fuck you, if you try to say it’s for my sake.”
“Sunny,” he whispered, moving towards her. Her raised arm stopped him.
“I mean it, Dev. Fuck. You.”
Then she was gone. Her clothes burst apart as her she-Wolf tore through her skin. The enormous brindled beast did not turn to look at him as she raced through the woods, as far as her furred legs could take her. Devine sank to his knees and watched her go. What else could he do?
Monster. Broken. Weak.
His hands grabbed at his chest, trying to stop the pain that overwhelmed him. His quartz rose was burning, aching so fucking badly. He looked down and saw the tiny bud that had always been there had doubled in size. But right then, it was wilting, bent over, and dying like his orchids back in the greenhouse. Devine had fucked up again. But this time, it just might cost him everything. Maybe Nicholas was right. Maybe it was time he started looking to his Clan for help.
He walked outside, locking the cabin before calling his Dragon forth. Yes, Nicholas was right. It was time to trust in his Clan.
He’d wanted her to get to know him, and the first thing that involved was a formal introduction to his Dragon. At first, they’d changed together, and Dev was astounded by the beauty of his mate’s brindled she-Wolf. Her golden eyes had followed him as he slipped into his scales, and both beasts seemed to understand and recognize each other on a level their human sides had yet to catch up with.
Afterwards, Sunny had shifted back into her skin and asked him for a ride. How could he resist when she was so enthusiastic and tempting as she slid her clothes back on—sans panties?
Fuck, this woman’s disregard for underthings was going to be his complete undoing. He felt her heated core pressed against his back, and even on his scales, he wanted her. She whooped and hollered, held him tight with her Werewolf strength as he twirled and dipped high and low, giving her a flight to remember.
He'd learned how to cloak himself when he’d been very young, and using those skills and that Dragon magic, Devine shielded both himself and her from the normal world. He felt her shiver and the beast inside him became concerned, slowing his speed, he aimed for a good landing spot near the small cabin the Falks used to teach their offspring how to control their Dragons.
“What is this place?” Sunny asked, sliding off his back easily.
“This belongs to the Falk brothers,” he explained. Devine had been quick with his change but did not want to appear too eager with his hard on swinging out all over the damn place.
She was so tempting, so gorgeous, but he was trying to take this day to get to know her without jumping her bones. A task that was easier said than done. Walking into the cabin, Devine opened the closet for one of the extra pairs of sweats the brothers always had on hand.
“Look at all these books and toys,” Sunny said, and grinned, walking over to admire the playroom.
“They have young. Six total and more on the way. Eddie is Edric’s dragonling,” he said, pointing to a large family picture that hung in the center of the main wall. “These two are Calla and Castor, the offspring of Fred and Callius, the Alpha of the Falk Clan. This here is Nicky, he is Melody and Niko’s son. They also have a daughter now, Cherie. And Castor and Jozette welcomed their son not too long ago,” he murmured.
“Oh, what’s his name?”
He exhaled, sitting down on the sofa and tugged Sunny by the hand to join him. This was only one story of how wrong he was for her, and he had to tell it. It was the only way she would know the real him, and scared as he might be, Devine knew Sunny deserved nothing but the truth from him.
“Before I tell you that, I must tell you how we came to be here, Nicholas and I,” he started.
“Okay,” Sunny murmured, tucking her feet beneath her while she sat beside him as if readying herself for his story.
Smart, sexy, pretty Wolf with a big heart.
“I was born with a sword in my hand,” he started, figuring honesty was best. “Not literally, of course, what I mean is I was born to serve my Chief as his blade. I was sent to battle the Demons that tried to escape into our realm as has been the mission of dragons on this planet since the dawn of time—”
“Wait—what? Demons are real? Like really real?” she asked, her brown eyes wide with wonder and maybe a little fear. His Dragon did not like that. Not one bit.
“You are safe, meus lupus,” he murmured, touching her cheek with one long stroke of his finger.
“No, I know, but Demons? Wow. I had no idea—”
“Wait—you’re a Werewolf, and I am a Dragon, but you never heard of and did not believe in Demons?”
“I mean, it’s not like it’s common around the Jersey Shore to see a Demon walking by,” she muttered, and fuck, she was so cute.
“Fair enough.” Dev relented, grabbing her hand.
He kissed her fingertips before replacing it on her own knee. It was not fair to touch her yet. Not until she knew it all. Then she could decide for herself. Devine sucked in a fortifying breath before continuing with his tale.
“I wish I did not have to tell you this, but it’s only fair you hear all of my truth. My only regret is I claimed you before I told you, but I promise Sunny, whatever you decide, I will abide by it,” he said, body trembling with his beast as he tore open the scars that held his old life at bay and forced them through his frozen lips.
“Fighting Demons was easy. It was why the Universe and the gods had created Dragons with our tough, fireproof hides, our wings, and our fierceness. But it was not the Demons that blackened my soul,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “It was the others.”
“What others?” Sunny asked, her voice low, full of heartbreak and compassion.
Fuck, he could not stand to see himself reflected in her eyes. Not like this, when he was so exposed, so wounded and raw from the truth. Devine was a monster.
“Chief Dragomir forged a weapon in me. SpikeDragon was my name,” he growled.
“I thought you were a QuartzDragon?”
“I am,” he told her and nodded. “Or I was, before my scales rusted over with the blood of my kills, and my soul darkened with the sins of my transgressions. You see, those spikes you sat between on my back are my fiercest weapons. For some Dragons, it is their fire, but for me it is those spiny thorns that I loose like bullets upon my targets. I can shoot them from my spine at will and with unerring accuracy. The result is death, even for a Dragon.”
The silence that fell between them deafened him, and Devine hazarded a glance at the always happy she-Wolf. Only Sunny was not smiling. Her optimism was nowhere to be found as she sat in suspense, waiting for him to go on. So he did.
“Dragomir was a greedy male. He coveted the hoards—the accumulated wealth—of other Dragons. Sometimes, their mates too. He would fill me with lies, tell me of their treasonous plots, then send me to kill them. And I did, gods help me, I did,” he murmured, confessing his greatest sins to the one woman in the world he should have hidden them from. “I am no good, Sunny Daye. Not good enough for you. You deserve a better mate. I am broken, tarnished, and undeserving of a mate.”
Devine finished speaking, and the silence stretched. He waited, looking up, when she remained quiet. He had been expecting her anger and rage, not this muted Wolf before him. What was she thinking? He pulled on their bond, hoping to get an inkling of her feelings, but it was too thin yet for such things.
“So,” Sunny began. She stood up and started pacing, her bright green Crocs moved silently across the hardwood floor of the cabin. “What you are saying is because you were at the mercy of some gods-damned madman, you think you don’t deserve a mate. Is that right?”
“Er. Um. Well—”
Devine was at a loss for words. Fuck, this felt like a trap. He was too smart to fall into one, or so he’d thought. But it was already too late. The little she-Wolf was already on a roll.
“You think me so shallow and weak that I could not see through the hurt and pain you endured to the warrior you truly are, Devine Graystone? Is that what you think of me? That I would somehow blame you for carrying out the wars you were told to by your Alpha, your Chief? What kind of Wolf do you think I am?” she asked, and then he saw the spark of anger he’d been waiting for, only it was for the wrong reason.
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
“I think you're perfect, Sunny. Not weak. Not shallow. I only meant—”
“You only meant you're too much a big bad dragon for a little puppy like me, right? You think cause my parents are hippies, I am some airhead who can’t know the real you? Well, fuck you, Dev! The Fates paired us up, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have a choice. Now, from the first second I saw you, I chose you. I believed in you, in us, but I guess you don’t feel the same way,” she growled, and walked away from him.
“What? Wait a second, dammit. I am trying to spare you the heartache of having someone as fucked up as me for a mate. I am trying to save you, to salvage your chance at a future, Sunny. I can’t break the bond, but maybe I can transfer it to someone better. Nicholas, or someone of your choosing,” he began, grabbing at her arm, but the she-Wolf was ready.
With surprising agility, Sunny dodged his seeking hands and turned on him, her eyes blazing with hurt and some other unnamed emotion. Fuck, his own beast was tearing him apart from the inside out and he felt ten times a shit heel. What was he doing?
“You don’t get to make decisions about what I need or want. You want to break our matebond, Dev? Then that’s on you, but fuck you, if you try to say it’s for my sake.”
“Sunny,” he whispered, moving towards her. Her raised arm stopped him.
“I mean it, Dev. Fuck. You.”
Then she was gone. Her clothes burst apart as her she-Wolf tore through her skin. The enormous brindled beast did not turn to look at him as she raced through the woods, as far as her furred legs could take her. Devine sank to his knees and watched her go. What else could he do?
Monster. Broken. Weak.
His hands grabbed at his chest, trying to stop the pain that overwhelmed him. His quartz rose was burning, aching so fucking badly. He looked down and saw the tiny bud that had always been there had doubled in size. But right then, it was wilting, bent over, and dying like his orchids back in the greenhouse. Devine had fucked up again. But this time, it just might cost him everything. Maybe Nicholas was right. Maybe it was time he started looking to his Clan for help.
He walked outside, locking the cabin before calling his Dragon forth. Yes, Nicholas was right. It was time to trust in his Clan.
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