Loving Two Dragons (Awakening Cycle Part 3) (BBW Dragon Shifter Paranormal Romance) (2 page)

Chapter four

Archer

"There, careful," Remy says to Sarissa.

There's a round table between them that they both stare down into. Watching from one side it looks like one of those 3D monitors or televisions that they have now. A window into a jungle setting. Two shadow-like dragons fly over the terrain scanning quickly. The shadows are projections of Remy and Sarissa.

I don't understand the magic of it or how it works. Hell I don't really understand why Remy is the only male shifter who can do magic like he does but I'll use whatever I can to find Jennifer and Logan. Remy holds Sarissa's hand, this is the first time he's let her do this. He calls it 'projecting', though what he's projecting I'm not sure. It's dangerous but the best way to find someone.

The two shapes drift down closer to the tree line. Blue lines run through the sky and they dodge. As they pass under them there’s a crackling sound similar to an electric line. Remy's hand grips hers tightly as he whispers for her to be careful.

"Up!" Remy yells suddenly. "Now!"

The two forms shoot for the sky. Purple lightning crackles out of the jungle towards them. They dodge one way then twist another as the energy chases them through the sky. No matter how they move it follows.

"Damn it," Sarissa curses.

Her projection curls under itself then dives. The lightning follows her away from Remy's form.

"Sarissa, no!"

I watch as her jaw tenses. She begins moving her body in unison with the projection in the view. She's flying fast, diving into the trees, and pulling up at the last possible moment. I know she can feel the tops of those trees tearing at her belly having done similar maneuvers. It's painful. She grimaces.

"Up, now," Remy orders.

"I got this," she says through gritted teeth.

Remy's projection dives in towards hers. The purple lightning has formed into a ball of electricity that crackles loudly following Sarissa through all her maneuvers. She's tiring, sweat beads on her brow, her teeth are gritted, and her fists are balled as she leans over the table.

"You do not," Remy says.

Then his projection drives up and over the ball of lightning. He twists in mid air flipping around so he's facing the energy head on. His mouth opens wide and he exhales loudly. His projection mimics the motion and a black cloud issues forth from its shadow mouth engulfing the ball.

I think it's over for a moment as nothing happens. Then the lightning bursts from the cloud and explodes across Remy's projection.

"AGGHHHH!" Remy screams as his body goes stiff, then convulses and he falls to the floor, white foam coming from his mouth.

"Remy!" I yell rushing to his side. "Sarissa, retreat. Break out of there!"

"Damn, I can't break it," she says grunting with effort.

I kneel beside Remy. Who do I call when the man I normally call is convulsing on the floor?

"Ugh," Sarissa grunts.

I grab Remy's shoulders pulling him up. He makes choking sounds so I turn him on his side and pound his back to try and clear his throat. He coughs and more foam spews from his mouth then he gasps.

"Damn you," Sarissa utters still standing stiffly.

Remy safe, I stand up next to her. The ball of lightning, or another one, is chasing her. She flies well, dodging around it but it's getting closer. It doesn't appear to tire out and she is. The sweat is pouring down her face as she strains to maintain the connection.

Something flashes in the view just ahead. She dodges around then heads for it with all the speed she can manage.

"I'm close," she says her voice almost a growl.

As she reaches the edge of the clearing a massive dragon appears before her, its wings bat the air and she's forced to pull up or crash into it. The creature seems to be of at least three colors instead of one. It's twice as big as any dragon I've seen.

The dragon roars then exhales. Sarissa back pedals with her wings but there's no time. Another ball of purple lightning issues forth from the dragon and she's taken from both sides as the one chasing her hits as well. Her body stiffens as her eyes roll into her head, then she drops to the floor in violent convulsions.

Foam comes from her mouth and she's choking. I roll her onto her side and pound her back but it doesn't stop. I still hear her choking. Maybe she's choking on her tongue? I rip my belt off, fold it in half, then force it between her gnashing teeth taking care to make sure her tongue is pressed down. I hold and monitor her until Remy rises to his knees next to us.

"Bring her to the table," he says motioning to a flat table to the side.

I carry her over and lay her down on it. It rattles under her with the force of her convulsions. Remy checks her eyes then runs to another table where he begins grabbing herbs and other things. He throws them all in a pestle and starts grinding them as he runs back over.

Taking some of the concoction between his fingers he forces it into her mouth. Her clenching jaw nips him once locking onto his fingers. When he pulls them back out the teeth marks are bleeding but the convulsions start to ease then stop. He checks her eyes again, nods satisfied, then collapses onto a chair.

"It will pass in a few minutes," he says.

"What in hell was that?" I ask.

"Psychic defenses. Best I've ever seen."

"That dragon, it had three colors in it, are we looking at an alliance between three of the clans? Could that many of them be buying into this idea of waking the ancients?"

Remy shakes his head sighing. He never stops staring at Sarissa. I feel for him. She's more than just his apprentice, though I doubt he'll ever admit it.

"That was a projection as was ours, there are no definitive answers there."

I nod. Well maybe that's good news. Three of the seven clans united would be a problem. Sarissa coughs loudly then sits up on the table.

"Ow," she says as Remy gets to her side putting one hand on her shoulder and one on her back to support her.

"Careful," he says. "You shouldn't have done that."

"Nor should you," she says.

"A good apprentice obeys the orders of her master."

"A great apprentice anticipates her master and is three steps ahead of him."

Remy shakes his head unwilling or unable to continue the argument.

"Are you all right?" I ask her.

"I'm fine. Did you see it?"

"The dragon defender? Yes."

"No, the fortress. They're there. I caught a whiff of her scent. They're in Green territory in a fortress. Hiding in the jungle. No way they are there without Green's knowledge."

"Damn," I say. "That complicates things."

"Why? We can send a force down there and take them back!" Sarissa says.

Remy shakes his head no. "No, we can't. That would be a declaration of war."

"We're already at war. They took Logan and our Queen!" Sarissa says.

"And we already said it was white who took Logan. We were wrong. This won't go easy with the Council," Remy answers her.

I pace the floor. There has to be a way. What can we bring to bear? What could Green want? Why are they involved?

"What about our allies?" I ask.

"Possible. Right ones wouldn't be a breach of territory. This game is getting deeper. There are more hands at work here than we are seeing."

"The Wolf. Call in the Wolf. Can you get in touch with Athene?"

"I can. If he'll come, that is a different story."

"Do it. We have to get them back."

Chapter five

Jennifer

"I remember," I say.

Lying on Logan's chest I can hear his heart beat a slow, staccato rhythm and the sound of his breathing, even the gurgle of his stomach.

"Good," he says. "I know it must be hard."

"Since I applied for the job, I've had a lot of déjà vu. Moments where I know something or it feels familiar. I didn't know why. I thought I was going crazy. Or I was drugged."

Logan laughs and I do too.

"I see. Do you think that now?"

"No. Memories are coming back. When you talk of old times, I remember them. Slowly they're coming back."

"Good."

"Tell me another time. I want to remember every moment."

"Well enough."

He shifts his position against the wall and I adjust with him. Once we're settled, his arm around me, my head on his chest, he begins.

"Each time Archer and I try to find a way to change fate. We've tried, so many times we've tried. Once, we thought we had won. You always... die at the same age."

He hesitates the word every time he's had to say it and each time my heart skips a beat.

"Isn't that odd? I mean like it's not bad enough to be fated to die and come back over and over but always the same age? Every time?" A new thought occurs to me. "Have I ever had a child?"

His heartbeat increases and there's a catch in his breath. I sit up so I can look at him. He doesn't say a word.

"Logan?"

"Yes," he says at last. "Once."

"Only once? In how many years? Are they still alive? Boy or girl? What's their name? Did I ... raise them?"

He hesitates. It's not just his words it's something I feel between us. He's withdrawn from me.

"That's a lot of questions."

"What do you expect? I have a child. Or had one? Which is it?"

"I remember a time when-"

"No! You don't do that to me. Archer did that. Dodged the question, lied to me about who and what I am. You don't do that. Not you Logan."

He's not looking directly in my eyes. Something is off. There's something he doesn't want to tell me. I stare waiting for whatever internal debate he's having to resolve.

"You had come back to us again," he begins. "I tried to stay away after you married Archer."

"Have I ever not married him?" I ask.

"Yes. A couple of times you married me instead. Trust me, we thought of that."

I nod and motion for him to go on.

"So I left. I was off being dashing and all that. Leading some business ventures and keeping myself busy but always you were in my thoughts. You and Archer started having some problems. He's a bit obsessive and well that can leave a woman very lonely when she's not the thing consuming his attention.

So you called me. Phones are the bane of modern existence. I'm half way around the world, trying to stay away from you, doing my best to keep you out of my mind and you call ..."

Archer's gone again and I'm alone. As usual. There are lots of people around, servants for every need, citizens and hand maidens, but none of them are a friend. No matter how I try none of them see themselves as my equal. They place me on a pedestal. It makes it very difficult to just have a friend.

So I'm sitting in our apartment, staring out over the twinkling lights of the city with the phone in my hand. I'm not supposed to call him. He doesn't want to hear from me but who else do I have. Who else do I turn to? I set the phone aside and pick at my dinner.

"Is the meal acceptable Lady?" Chef Louis asks concerned.

"Of course Louis, excellent as always."

He smiles nodding. I take another bite. I don't want to offend him. He's very kind and highly talented. Lack of appetite is no excuse to him, he has told me before lack of appetite can be cured by the presentation of the right food. I force myself to finish the meal and then I'm alone, still.

I grab the phone again. Looking at his number taunts me. He'll answer. I know he will. It's mid-day where he's at, or close enough. This phone is registered to Archer so it won't show him it's me. My blood pressure rises making my head pound and I’m light headed. I push the button without another thought.

One ring ... two ... three

"What's up Archer?" Logan says.

"It's me," I say.

Silence crackles between us.

"Jenn - we can't," he says.

Not him, us. We can't. I know he's right. We can't but I can't stand this anymore.

"This isn't living. He's not the same without you."

Long pause.

"I know," he says.

"Logan. I can't live like this."

"Jenn, don't say that, please."

We talk for hours. Then the next day we talk more. The next night he's in my apartment. Archer's gone, as usual. When the door opens my heart pounds. Is it him or is it Archer?

Logan steps through the door and it’s like I'm going to explode. My legs quiver as I stand looking at him. I want to walk to him but I can't move for fear of falling down.

"I'd tried so hard. I was being strong. Doing the right thing. Seeing you there in your silk nightgown, all of that went to the wind. All my resistance crumbled."

"Jennifer," Logan says running to me.

He sweeps me into his arms as his lips crush against mine. His hands are all over me, feeling and touching, pulling and holding. I run my hands through his hair, wrapping them tight. His tongue pushes past my lips like an invading army come to take my walls but I have no walls against him. I invite him inside.

Cloth rips and the top part of my nightgown falls from my arms. He's pressing against me and I need him more than I've ever needed anything. He lifts me up carrying me to the nearest wall. His pants drop. He hikes me up with both hands under my legs and then he pierces me.

I cry out in pleasure while he moans. My tightness stretches to accommodate as he thrusts with wild abandon. There's no control as he thrusts in somehow getting deeper filling me more each time. He grunts, kissing my neck and pulling my hair. I dig my nails into his back as tension builds in my core.

The muscles of my pussy contract grabbing onto his cock like a tight glove reacting to his thrusting. Swelling and filling as my pleasure builds. He thrusts hard and shifts so that his pelvis is rubbing my clit with each upward thrust.

My entire world narrows down to the sensation of him filling me. I'm so tight I can't hold back anymore. It builds tighter, higher, more and more.

"Jennifer," he grunts my name over and over. I'm the most beautiful woman alive as he takes me. "Cum with me."

I'm falling. A bottomless chasm swallows me whole taking all awareness with it. Muscles spasm, pleasure flows through me in wave after wave. My skin is on fire, my body quivers as the orgasms rip through me one after another until I'm spent and hanging onto his strength.

"We didn't make it to the bedroom. I took you, up against a wall, there was no more denying the need. I can never deny the love I have for you again."

He stays the next four days. We make love every one of them more than once. My loneliness lifts. Lying in bed next to him I’m almost complete. Not quite, but not alone.