The Forgotten Prince (Shifter Rebellion, 3) (14 page)

Aleth kissed Ryllan again, knowing his
compassion knew no bounds. Ryllan would give anything either of
them wanted, without question. Now, Aleth needed Ryllan’s cock to
fill him. “I’m needy, too,” Aleth said lowly.

“
You’re always needful,”
Ryllan said as he pressed the head of his cock against Aleth’s
ass.

“
Is that a problem?” Aleth
asked.

“
Never,” Ryllan said with
a smile before surging inside Aleth’s ass.

Once Aleth had settled around his two
lovers, Amaden scrambled on top of the bed. He knelt at Aleth’s
head and offered Aleth his cock. Aleth laved the tip, then drew the
head into his mouth as Greylin and Ryllan began to move within
him.

They moved in unison, a now
experienced set of lovers whose well-choreographed lovemaking
allowed for no awkward thrusts or odd parries. All four knew each
other’s bodies, having learned through months of practice exploring
every nook and curve.

But that didn’t mean it had become
rote, either.

Each experience brought Aleth to new
heights, coupled with the emotion he felt growing every single day
he spent in their arms.

After they’d come, filling Aleth with
their seed, they lay in a tumble of limbs and bodies, all entwined
on the large bed, especially made for them.

“
I love you,” Greylin
whispered against Aleth’s ear.

Aleth whispered back. “I love you,
too.”

Ryllan lay on Aleth’s stomach. “It
would be odd to see you as female, and to see your stomach rounded
with babe. But I think I’d love to see you with our
children.”

“
I love you, Aleth,”
Amaden whispered. “And if you bless us with babes someday, I would
be honored.”

Aleth smiled, knowing Amaden, of any
of them, would’ve been the most reluctant to bring forth a child.
He leaned over and kissed his wise brute. “Someday, perhaps. But
not too soon. My love for the three of you knows no bounds. At
least not yet,” he snickered. “When we’ve explored all there is to
know of one another, then we can discuss children.”

* * * *

In the following years there had never
been such peace and prosperity on Xhythria.

The old ways became new again, then
modernized for a new world. Triads became the norm once more, and a
strong warrior class was trained to protect Xhythria from future
invaders. Those with differences were embraced thanks to Aleth, and
the Kannomites were once again free to travel the planet, their
exile rescinded.

With Agarri and his triad warriors at
his side, he ruled for many years, allowing the shifter race to
grow stronger and more diverse. Agarri gave birth to five strong
sons, all who followed in their fathers’ footsteps. Aleth also
added to the royal lineage, giving birth to three stout warrior
sons, and one softer male. Together, they led their world with the
wisdom of their parents, the strength of their fathers, and the
compassion of their mothers.

The End

Enjoy the Intro and First Chapter
of

Rhaege
, the first book in the
Fire Dragon
Trilogy

Rhaege

By Kelex

Introduction

Mestopheus, the first dragon, was
mighty in his power. Born in the heat of Earth’s core, he clawed
his way out to rain fire over the land, wielding the power of magic
like none other. He mated with a human female and gave birth to
eight strong shifter sons. Each son had dominion over one power:
fire, water, air, ice, earth, rage, chaos, and sound. From those
eight sons, the dragon houses formed, forever dividing the dragons
as they fought for supremacy once Mestopheus perished over two
thousand years ago.

At their height, dragons numbered in
the millions. They covered the Earth, hiding in plain sight, unless
provoked to show their true dragon nature. The near immortal
dragons coupled with a mortal mate, who would continue to be reborn
time and time again, guided by fate to return to their dragon. If
lucky, a dragon would find his other half in time and they would
share a love built through the centuries.

Dragons live long lives,
only capable of dying if their thickly scaled hearts are destroyed.
Once slain, a dragon would go on to Lyr, the dragon afterworld,
unless they didn’t accept their death. Then they remained on Earth
as a near zombie, called
legion
by other dragons who fear the deathly nothingness
they represent
.
Once a dragon becomes
legion
, they are lost in limbo
forever, quickly forgetting who they once were or the dragons they
loved.
Legion
attack other dragons and their mates, seeking their hearts as
nourishment.

A Drakon was elected to lead each
house after the demise of Mestopheus’ sons, the power passed down
to the strongest of each breed. So with the power, stone hearts
were passed down as well, supposedly the hearts of Mestopheus’
sons, turned into polished gems, which shine with the light of the
House.

Myth said that the stones held great
power, each capable of mysterious magic, but over the eons, the
hearts proved worthless besides their beauty, or so everyone
thought.

Time passed, wars raged, and memories
thinned—and the stones disappeared one by one without anyone truly
caring.

All, except for one.

Chapter One

“
Come back, lover,” Rhaege
whispered lowly as his male slipped out from under the furs and let
the draft enter in and chill his bones. They’d just fucked for the
countless time since setting up camp that afternoon, but Rhaege was
insatiable. He’d never have enough, not even if he lived a million
years. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“
I need more ale. You’ve
worn me out,” Michel said as he walked naked across the interior of
the yurt and poured himself a goblet. “My throat is raw from
breathing so hard.”

“
Breathing? I would think
it was sore from all the moaning you’ve done,” Rhaege said with a
chuckle.

Michel lifted one brow over his
beautiful amber-colored eyes before lifting the golden goblet to
his lips.

Rhaege watched him drink, his throat
bobbing with each swallow. Watching him made Rhaege think back to
the last thing Michel drank, and it surely wasn’t ale. Visions of
the human sucking his cock only made him hard again. Rhaege wanted
to climb out of the layers of fur atop their bed, but the winter
winds hurled themselves against the outside of the structure,
making the fabric covering it billow. Fire dragons such as himself
didn’t like the cold, even in human form.

The yurt kept them reasonably warm,
given the situation. A layer of hay was covered with thick carpets
from the Orient, and a fire burned in the pit to heat the room, but
it wasn’t enough for Rhaege. Why he’d decided to make this trek
during the worse months possible, he didn’t know.

To find the Fire
Heart.

And find my
mate.

And find him, Rhaege had. He’d claimed
the human and then spent long weeks loving Michel fiercely every
time he could get his hands on the male. Somewhere along the way,
the human had twisted Rhaege around his little finger.

He loved Michel with all his
heart.

The fire roared in the pit in the
center of the hut, the glow of the flames dancing over Michel’s
sweat-coated skin, making him glisten like gold. Michel’s short,
dark locks curled ever so slightly at the end, softening his
appearance. His short, trimmed beard was rough against Rhaege’s
skin when they kissed, and Rhaege had to admit he liked the feel of
it. But what he liked the most were the male’s amber-colored eyes.
They reminded him of a mixture of gold, honey, and rich ale, some
of Rhaege’s favorite things.

Rhaege watched the male closely,
knowing he’d never get enough of seeing his mate’s trim, muscular
body, especially now that Rhaege had claimed and marked the human
as his own. Rhaege was especially proud of the round, red dragon’s
mark on Michel’s shoulder and neck. Everyone would know Michel was
his, forever.

More precious than
anything he’d ever fought for, even the accursed heart now hidden
under the bed Rhaege slept on, Michel was his treasure—a treasure
he’d do anything to protect. All the years of warring had made
Rhaege a rich dragon. A large castle in West Francia was under
construction even now, started before Rhaege had found his mate in
the small fishing village along the Suevian coast on his latest
journey.
Now I have someone to share my
castle with.

Happiness was hard won in the world
they lived in. Now that he was in possession of the heart, he wore
a target on his back. The smile that had crossed Rhaege’s lips
slowly faded as he began to worry about his young lover. Michel was
now a vulnerability, Rhaege’s ultimate weakness. How many of
Rhaege’s enemies would use the human to get to him?

“
We’ll leave in the
morning and take my army south,” Rhaege stated as Michel drained
his goblet.

Michel poured another. “But we just
set up camp. You promised we would take a short break. I’m tired of
riding on the back of a damned horse. I’m a fisherman, I’ve got sea
legs.”

“
You’re no longer a
fisherman, so it’s best for you to get used to the saddle. The
sooner we return to Francia, the better. I need to ensure the
construction on the keep is going as planned,” Rhaege pulled the
sable furs aside and crooked his finger at Michel. “But we still
have tonight.”

Michel downed the rest of his ale and
crawled back inside the bed, a wicked smile stretching his face. As
soon as he climbed in, he gave Rhaege a quick kiss to the lips.
Then he slid down Rhaege’s body and engulfed the head of Rhaege’s
cock.

Rhaege threw his head back, his eyes
squeezing shut at the intensity of the sensation. The human’s hot
little mouth was enough to make him forget his own name. Michel
hungrily sucked him, making his shaft rock hard again in seconds.
How many times had they already made love that day? Four? Five?
Rhaege had lost count, but it didn’t matter. A dragon with his mate
was ravenous.

He felt his skin shimmering as he
worked to control himself. Michel had yet to see him in dragon
form, and he was almost afraid the male would rethink their
relationship if it happened too soon. Even though Michel knew the
truth about what Rhaege was, seeing it in the flesh might be
daunting for any human to accept.

Michel climbed back up Rhaege’s body
and glared at him. “Control yourself, Rhaege. Your scales poke at
my tongue.”

Michel’s dark head disappeared under
the furs once more and he took Rhaege into his mouth greedily as
Rhaege chuckled. There went his theory about the human’s fear.
Rhaege closed his eyes again, his breathing coming in short pants
as his mate feasted on his cock. To be fully accepted by the human
was freeing, and it only twisted him a little more around Michel’s
finger. It also made him infinitely harder, his need to pour his
seed into his mate imperative.

Rhaege threaded his fingers through
Michel’s hair and changed the tempo of their fucking ever so
slightly. He urged his human to suck him harder, faster. Michel
seemed to understand Rhaege’s need and complied, obeying Rhaege’s
silent commands.

Michel’s wicked mouth drove Rhaege to
the edge. A tremor raced up Rhaege’s spine and he let out a roar
that shook the yurt more than the wind had. Michel only sucked
harder, unafraid of Rhaege’s bellowing. Hips thrusting frantically,
Rhaege spilled down his lover’s throat. Michel sucked down each and
every drop of his cum, and when Rhaege was empty, the human milked
the last of it from his balls.

When he was done, Michel crawled back
up and nestled himself into the crook of Rhaege’s arm. Rhaege
leaned down and kissed his mate thoroughly, loving the taste of his
seed still on his lover’s tongue.

“
You’re a beast,” Michel
said with a smile on his lips. “You’ve ravaged me completely,
pillaging every hole I’ve got.”

Rhaege gripped Michel’s shaft and
pumped his fist down the length and back up. “And I’ll pillage them
again,” he whispered before kissing Michel gently. “And again.
Until you get tired of me.”

“
Never,” Michel whispered,
before moaning his delight as Rhaege tightened his hand. “I never
want this to end, Rhaege. I love you.”

“
And I love you, mate,”
Rhaege said against his lover’s lips as he picked up the pace of
his stroking. “Are you too sore to take me inside you
again?”

“
Again?” Michel asked, a
hint of surprise in his voice. “You just came.”

“
I’m hard already. I’ll
never get enough of you.”

Michel pulled the furs back, and
Rhaege growled as the cold hit him. He hated winter, which had led
him to settle in southern Francia, where the sun warmed him year
round. Yet the cold did nothing to cool his ardor. As Michel
climbed on all fours and offered his ass to Rhaege, Rhaege rose to
his knees, ready to ravage him again.