Dragon's Mate [Cairgorm Dragons 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (10 page)

The menacing eye of the mighty whirlpool was mesmerising. The splash, as Oidhche entered the sea, was less than Solus expected. The sea didn’t erupt or boil. Oidhche’s life ended with a peace and quiet that he hadn’t known in life. Solus heaved a mighty sigh
. A
t least he hadn’t been forced to kill one of the Clan. Not just one of the Clan, his own twin. He was thankful for that. He would never have forgiven himself. Oidche had spared him and, for that, Solus would remember him. There was no wonder he hadn’t been able to unmask the man behind the black dragon.
Riaghan’
s mind was almost as powerful as his own. Solus told himself he should have suspected something, when
no one
could uncover the man behind the dragon. Was that because, deep down, Solus knew who he must be, and didn’t want to admit it, even to himself? It might well be, but that was water under the bridge now and useless to look back.

He glided to the spot reserved for him. He made a stately landing in spite of the long battle. He was weary
,
but what was facing him now was nothing but pleasure. He put the pain to the back of his mind and closed it out. Eilidh didn’t need to see it now
. L
ater would do. The assembled dragons waited. Raising himself on his hind legs, he opened his wings to their fullest extent and roared his mastery of all he surveyed. The dragons of the Clan responded in the same way. Feasgar and Mad
d
ain came forward from the rear. A path opened for them, through the ranks of the assembled dragons. When the colour of the new dragon that they escorted was noticed, a murmur of admiration began. It grew and swelled as Eilidh approached her lord. When they reached the front of the assembled company, Feasgar and Ma
d
dain stopped, allowing Eilidh to approach Solus. She lowered her head as she sank to her knees before him.

“Ciarda lies bleeding. She tried to kill Eilidh with a knife. Thanks to Ness
,
she was stopped. He struck her with his sword. He saved Braemuir’s mate. He has earned the right to mate with my sister, Mad
d
ain,” Feasgar told the assembled company. For a few moments
,
stunned silence greeted this anouncement. Then the summer sky began to lighten. On the horizon streaks of rose and gold could be seen in the duck-egg blue vault of the sky. Another perfect Scottish morning was beginning. It wasn’t just any morning. It was the
s
ummer
s
olstice, and Solus was going to mate with his Ceanag. He anounced her name proudly to the whole assembled Clan. Only dragons were present. Her parents had chosen to remain in the Caisteal.
They thought it wasn
’
t right to watch their daughter and he
r
consort, mating. They were not dragon-kind and didn’t understand.
Feasgar and Mad
d
ain flanked her. She was still on her knees
,
her wings stretched out on either side of her. Solus lowered his huge head, and he twined his neck with hers. Then he raised his head and emitted a bellow of pride and challenge, such as the Clan had not heard for many a year. No bellow accepting his challenge was heard this time. He mounted her from behind, soothing her with his mind. She remained submissive, her head bowed, as he took the back of her neck carefully in his huge jaws to hold her still. He penetrated her, and she squealed in ecstasy as the huge organ thrust into her. He filled her
.
H
e was hot and engorged
,
and he knew she felt all the ridges of his cock as it entered her. The physical pleasure combined with the mental stimulation were so intense that she
wouldn’t
be able remain still. He was right. She tried to move
. S
he tried to rise to meet him.

“
No, you must remain still,”
he said, minds bound as one again.
“This is how it must be.”

His powerful hindquarters pumped his erection in and out of her sheath. He felt her give up all attempts to move as she let him fuck her. Her mind told him that the pleasure she felt, gathering low in her belly, made the human orgasms he had given her pale into insignificance. As the pleasure swelled, flowed along her veins, and her blood sang, he felt her mind enmeshed with his. He knew she felt it, too. She felt
his
pleasure, as well as her own, as he shared hers. He loved her. He wanted her. He was going to take his pleasure, but not before he had driven her to the edge of insanity with the pleasure he bestowed on her. She told him it was too much. She was overwhelmed with the immensity of it. Then, together, as one in mind and body, their climax overtook them. His hot seed erupted from his cock, and streams of the scalding fluid were pumped deep inside her. His bellow of triumph echoed over the Cairngorms and reverberated through the streets of the
settlement. He knew that his people were just awakening to a new dawn and their tasks for the day. They would be startled until they remembered that this was the summer solstice and the mating day. Smiles would be exchanged. Braemuir had his mate, and the future of the Clan was safe for another generation.

Solus changed to his man, the signal for all present to do likewise.

“This is my mate, she carries the future Braemuir of Braemuir. I demand your loyalty to her, to them, as you give it to me.”

All those present came forward to kiss Eilidh’s hand. The members of her family had come down from the Caisteal, after the dragon mating had been completed. Now they all performed the age-old rite. Braemuir swelled with pride as he looked at her. She was so beautiful. She had a presence and a dignity well beyond her years. The robes she wore, of pale-blue silk, brushed the floor. The bodice clung to her swollen breasts and softly rounded belly. She looked as regal as if she had been born to the role.
She is my mate!
He exulted in the thought. She accepted the fealty of the Clan with composure and humility.

The future of the Clan was in good hands. His future happiness with her was beyond doubt. He sent a tendril of thought toward his son and was rewarded with a sleepy reply, which rocked his world.

“
Don’t worry, we’re safe and well. She’s asleep.”

THE END

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