For a moment, Zephyr seemed to be getting a bit better. What do you think will happen if she has to see Oliver again?
I don’t know why Ishir’s dominating personality is so sexy to me. I’m a dragon, I should be the one dominating, but for once, I don’t have to be in control. I can let go, and just allow myself to feel, to be. Maybe if I was stronger, he wouldn’t have been able to overwhelm me so easily, but between his scent, his growling, or maybe now it’s purring, I’m not even sure anymore, I'm overwhelmed. All I know is that the dragon in me is thrilled that Ishir is deep inside me, stretching me, filling me as he pins my hands over my head and insists that I continue to tell him that I’m his. After the first few orgasms, I begin to feel whole again, begin to have more awareness of my mate and begin the feel the strength of having this powerful man between my legs. I’m not sure when the switch goes off in my head, but when it does, I growl my dragon’s growl and before Ishir knows what’s happening, I have our positions reversed. Now I’m on top, leaning over him and holding his arms above his head.
While I’ve become accustomed to being in Zephyr’s mind, it’s still strange hearing that prick, Oliver, through her mind as he talks to my mate. I can feel Zephyr fighting me when I tell her walk away, but I know terrorists and Oliver is nothing more than a low-level terrorist. I’ve had enough of him running the show and bullying my dragon into doing things that she would never have done on her own. When he calls Zephyr back, I feel her relax, and I can feel through our bond that her trust in me increased. I need that, I want that. Eventually, I want her to believe in me and listen to what I have to say because she trusts me, not because I’m forcing it. We’re not there yet, but we’re getting there. I’m on the verge of bursting into the room to get her out of there and away from him, when thankfully, she listens to me and walks out. It would not be helpful to Ancalagon or Zephyr if Oliver realized that I was alive and Zephyr was no longer under his control. One week. That’s the timefr
It feels like longer than normal since I smelled my Sunshine and heard her sweet voice. I hope she didn’t get punished trying to get to me. I miss her and I try to keep track of how long it is between times that I see her, but once they pump me with whatever they are putting in me, I lose all track of time. I’m struggling to stay calm, needing to smell my addiction, my sunshine, when I hear my mother’s voice. “Ancalagon!” He told me my mother was dead. He said he sent her to kill her mate knowing it would kill her because I was close to being ready. Ready for what, I wasn’t sure. All I know is that they’ve been pumping me more frequently lately, and my mother, who I thought was dead, is alive. When my mother tells me to hold on once more, I tell her to hurry. I truly don’t know how much more of this I can take. I’ve been strapped down too long, the only scent of fresh air that I get is from my Sunshine and I don’t remember the last time I saw her. This time, I hear the microphone
We found him, we finally found Ancalagon! I don’t understand why my son smells like all of the elements, but I don’t care. I’ll worry about that once I have him away from here and safely with me again. Ishir told me to stay with him and thankfully, he’s hunting Oliver and going after Ancalagon. The three of us, Avani, Merethyl and I, follow Ishir through several tunnels, finally getting to a steal door that is locked tight. Ishir puts his nose in the air, and I connect with his mind, smelling the scents that he smells. Hunters, scientists, Ancalagon and other scents, the scents of shifters and supernaturals, but the scents are off. Very, very off. This must be another lair where they have been doing experiments with shifters and supernaturals. He turns and looks at us. “Are you ready? Once we go in, the fight is on.” “Ready,” Avani and I say together. Merethyl nods and Ishir turns back to the door, his giant hands turning into paws with huge claws, and he slams them against the do
Ancalagon’s lament is breaking my heart. I’m not sure what happened or why he’s lamenting but we have to get him farther away from the city. We already had six dragons and a fiery inferno in the middle of the city. His heartbreaking cry will only attract more attention. ‘He needs to rest, he is hurting,’ Zephyr says in my head. ‘We can’t stop, Zephyr. We’re too close to the city, we have to get away before the humans see us. And since Tana, Kenna and Kaylani are still there, trying to help the others, we’ll only put them at risk,” I tell her. ‘He can’t go on, Ishir.’ ‘Zephyr, if Oliver isn’t dead, or there is another hunter or scientist that survived, they could get to another laboratory and they could blow the explosive that we know is in Ancalagon’s brain. We are under a time crunch here. I know you’re upset, he’s obviously upset too, but we have to keep moving,’ I tell her. “Just follow me, Ancalagon. We’ll get you someplace safe.” “I can’t. I can’t. I killed her,” he cries.
I turn from Avani to look at my son, my eyes wide. Four explosives? “Then, we’d better start getting them out,” Ancalagon says quietly. ‘So much stronger than his mother.’ ‘She’d never have survived what he has.’ ‘She’s worthless, can’t even protect her own son.’ Ishir’s snarl snaps my attention back to him. He pulls me to him, putting his mouth to my ear. “Focus, Zephyr. Ancalagon is safe and we’re going to keep him that way. But I need you to stay focused and be here with me,” he says. I tuck my face against his neck, inhaling his exotic, earthy scent. When I feel settled, I nod and step back, suddenly realizing that everyone has stopped and is watching me. “I’m okay. We need to focus on Ancalagon,” I say. Ancalagon leans his large head over, nudging me. “Are you sure you’re okay, mother?” I slide my hands over his snout, laying my head on him. “Yes, my brave son. I’m fine. Let’s get those nasty explosives out of your head.” “I just want to repeat, it’s going to be painful
We convince Ancalagon to rest overnight. Zephyr and I have never been to the ranch where Everett and Kaylani have been bringing the juvenile dragons that I’ve helped save. Kaylani shows Ancalagon where he can rest, having created places that are high up on a mountain, places inside a cave and even some places that are out in the open, so each shifter can choose their preference. I stop, looking around after we get Cal settled. I lift my head back and take a deep breath. “It’s very peaceful here,” I say softly, keeping my eyes closed and smelling the scents of multiple dragons, hybrid shifters, and wild animals that live nearby, but otherwise, I smell nothing but some far off firepits and fresh, clean air. It’s a huge difference from being in the city. “My sister has always been much calmer than I am, much calmer than all of us really. Maybe it’s the water, I’m not sure, but everywhere she goes, she brings peace with her." I can hear the dragons calling to each other as the sun sets
The next morning, I go out to spend time with Ancalagon and the other dragons. I realize that their abuse at the hands of Oliver and The Chief may not have been the same as mine, but they are all suffering in their own ways. I let Ancalagon know that we’ll be checking out the space where we found him tonight and he immediately asks to join us. I really don’t want him to come, I want to protect him, but Ishir told me that he needs this. So, I tell him yes. I follow Kaylani and Everett around, checking over the dragonlings. Some are younger than others and some are getting closer to the their fifth birthdays when they will finally shift and get their human form. “How do you feel about having some of these little ones having your DNA, Kaylani?” I ask her. My sister as always wanted a child, but she was never able to have one, not even with Avani. “Mixed feelings I guess. It’s nice to know that I have what you could call true children, and that the water dragon line won’t die with me,