Scattered Siblings 3: To Mate a Werewolf (21 page)

So pregnant that she waddled, Sylvie moved to Caleb’s side and locked her arms around his waist. “Don’t worry, Ellie, Leo’s not all bad. We won’t be long. You drive, Caleb.”

Caleb flashed both away.

Ellie smiled up at Joel. “Should I still run?”

“No, Sugar Plum, not when they’ll be back in minutes. Marcellus, I think the Fae King will want to speak to Lysander and Titus. Tell them to hang around for a while. I won’t go for their throats, and if that tale’s the truth, then we’ll do what we can to help them.”

Marcellus nodded and left them alone. Ellie could see Joel’s dick outlined through his military trousers. Maybe they’d shrunk after his swim in the river.

Frustrated, he paced the room. “I’m sorry, Ellie. I wanted that chase as much as you, but we’ll have to put it on hold until we’ve spoken with Leonidas. We’ll rescue Lysander’s little sister, but I don’t want to cause trouble with an unsanctioned incursion in Leonidas’s territory if we can help it.”

Ellie’s eyes shone with mischief. “Can we fool around in the meantime? Come here and let me ease that hard-on you’re sporting.”

Even before she finished speaking, he stood before her. She dropped to her knees and unfastened his pants. Her lips surrounded his cock, and she sucked him as though savoring her favorite Popsicle. His soft groan only made her draw him deeper into her mouth. He tasted of summer days at the seaside, and she enjoyed giving him head. As she kneeled before him, her breasts ached for his touch, and her pussy grew damp.

Desire, urgent and intense, heated her blood, and her body burned with need. When he thrust his hips forward, she swirled her tongue around his dick and deep throated him. His solid length delighted her, and she loved the way his eyes glazed when she swallowed.

He pulled out quickly, gathered her in his arms, and carried her across the Great Hall to the storeroom. As he walked, his pants slid down his legs. So he kicked them off along with his shoes. He opened the door and stepped inside the huge cupboard the kindergarten used. “I don’t want anyone disturbing us until I’ve slaked your lust. I still want to hunt you down and claim you, but this will do for now.”

He set her down, shoved the clutter of hula hoops and balls to one side, and backed her toward the wall. “Damn kids’ toys. Okay, Sugar Plum. It’s hot in here. Let me help you out of those clothes.”

Ellie stroked her hand down his cock, then squeezed his balls. “Bad pick-up line there, Joel. Still, it is warm, and I don’t want heatstroke.”

He chuckled and eased her jeans down her legs. Rather than remove her panties, he shoved them to one side. He brushed his thumb over her clit as he slid two fingers into her pussy.

Ellie shuddered and spread her legs wider. “Now, Joel, please. I don’t want anyone to come looking for us before—”

He silenced her with a kiss so hot she felt as though her bones melted. Again his thumb pressed on her clit, and she shivered with need. He chuckled and kissed her again. When she moaned into his mouth, he withdrew his fingers from her pussy and speared her with his cock.

“Fuck me hard,” she begged.

His hips surged forward and thrust so deep she thought it touched her spine. Glorious pressure built in her vagina as his dick swelled still more. Thick and full, he pulled back slightly, then surged deeper than before. Another thrust of his hips, and she creamed around him. She shrieked as she came, and he pressed his lips against hers, drawing the sound inside him.

Ellie felt Joel shudder. He howled with satisfaction and buried himself balls-deep in her pussy. He came so hard she felt his sperm spray against her womb. His kiss thrilled her. His touch made her feel as though she’d drunk a bottle of finest wine. The world spun faster, and she clung to his shoulders before her legs gave out. Keeping his dick inside her, he lifted her arms and pinned her to the wall. “And now I’ve broken down your resistance, what should I do with you?”

Ellie giggled. “Fuck me again, real soon.”

He chuckled. “That’s such an easy promise to keep.”

The door opened, and someone flung his military pants inside.

“For gods’ sakes, get dressed before Leonidas arrives,” Caleb growled from the main hall.

Ellie’s eyes widened. She felt heat rise up from her pussy and spread to her face.

“So you do blush all over. I wondered about that.” Joel grinned.

Ellie blinked hard, then crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m never going out there again. Not when he knows what we were up to. I’ll just stay in here with the teddy bears and pretend tea sets.”

“Are you dressed yet?” Caleb called. Ellie hated the teasing note in his voice.

“Almost.” Joel laughed as he pulled on his pants.

“Then hurry up. Leonidas is eager to meet his new half sister, and he won’t want to find her making out in a store cupboard.”

Reluctantly, Ellie pulled on her jeans, but she never wanted to face the Lykae king again.

“Come away, Caleb,” Sylvie snapped. “You’ll only embarrass them.”

Joel straightened Ellie’s hair. “There, Sugar Plum, you’re decent now.”

Ellie shook her head, but Joel opened the door and dragged her into the open. Sylvie waddled across to Ellie as only a pregnant woman could and put her arm around Ellie’s waist. “My mate has a sick sense of humor sometimes. Let’s go outside and join the party until Leonidas arrives. He and Meena are flying in on Lipstick, their war dragon.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Ellie glanced across at Joel. “War dragon? Okay, it came as a shock when I learned that dragons are real, what sort of girly name is Lipstick?”

King Caleb threw back his head and laughed. “I like your mate. Leonidas didn’t name him. Meena did, and from what she’s told Sylvie, my brother-in-law got in a right snit about it.” Caleb didn’t try to hide his grin. “It couldn’t have happened to a nicer bloke.”

Sylvie beckoned Ellie to her side, and together they moved toward the door. “That dragon’s fast. Come outside, Ellie. A fully grown dragon in flight is something you won’t see often, at least not unless you’re at war with the Fae. Then you should run like hell rather than stand around and get scorched.”

Ellie kept hold of Joel’s hand as she followed the Lykae queen outside. Off in the distance, a red fleck dotted the sky. It grew bigger as it drew closer. Finally the dragon descended and made a beeline for the green outside the Great Hall.

Joel followed and intertwined his fingers with Ellie. “That dragon’s gonna be hungry, and those things can eat. I’d say Mom’s having a panic attack right around now.”

“I should go help her.” Ellie tried to tug her hand free.

Joel shook his head. “No way. Sugar Plum, I want King Leonidas to see that we come as a pair. I’ve only just found you, and I’m not letting your half brother pry you from my side.”

The dragon made a perfect landing. Lipstick curled his prehensile tail around the woman seated behind King Leonidas and gently lifted her from his back.

She patted Lipstick’s cheek. “Thanks, sweetie. Now let’s see what we can find for you to eat.”

Lipstick mewled like a contented cat as Lykae soldiers pulled three carts of raw meat toward him. He settled on his haunches and lifted a whole bullock with his tail. Jaws open, he dropped it into his gullet and chomped away happily.

The woman ran to Sylvie’s side, her rainbow curls disordered from the ride. She kissed Sylvie’s cheek. “How are you and my nephew?”

Sylvie rubbed the small of her back. “We’re fine, but the baby’s getting impatient. My daughter will put in an appearance soon.”

“Niece, nephew, who cares as long as you’re both fine.” Meena laughed and turned to Ellie. “You must be my new half sister. Welcome to the family. Let’s go inside and get Sylvie settled, then you can tell me all about yourself.”

Half an hour later, Ellie grinned like a loon. Her mate stood talking tactics with a group of Lykae warriors and the kings of two allied nations. Leonidas, the Fae king, had accepted her as easily as the women and King Caleb.

For the first time ever, Ellie had a family who actually seemed to care about her. After her lonely childhood, she valued that above anything—except Joel. He was a treasure she never thought to possess, and once he claimed her, she would be his for all eternity.

Joel walked over to Ellie’s side. “That’s settled, then. Ellie and Meena, you need to stay here and watch over Sylvie. We’ll leave Lipstick to guard you while we lay siege to the castle.”

They’re
planning to leave us behind like medieval ladies. Should I expect them to break out the chastity belts?
Queen Sylvie took her hand. Eyes downcast, the Lykae queen nodded. “If that’s what you think’s best.”

Meena, the Fae queen, pulled Ellie across the room. “Please don’t think I’m being too personal, but can I heal your scars?”

Still steaming at being left behind, Ellie forgot she talked to a queen. “I don’t know. Can you?”

Ellie knew she was being flippant, but this was such a big deal that she didn’t dare imagine her face without scars. Tears pricked at her eyes. Meena promised her the impossible, didn’t she? Only maybe… Maybe… Very slowly, Ellie nodded her head.

Meena laughed. “Who knew my new half sister would turn out to be a member of the grammar police? Okay, bad word choice. May I heal your scars? I can, you know. I’m the strongest witch there is. So, shall I?”

 “Half sister.”
Ellie liked that. She already felt like she belonged. Overcome by her new family’s warmth, she nodded. Meena stroked Ellie’s scars, and Ellie felt a tingle of heat run down through her. Her hands flew to her face. All she felt was smooth skin. The lines Broken Nose had carved in her cheek had vanished. “Oh gods, you did it. You really did it.”

She wanted to run and stare in a mirror, but if Joel was going to war, she’d stay at his side for as long as possible. Inside, her heart raced, and she skipped around like a three-year-old. Outwardly, she stayed calm, determined not to let the day’s events overwhelm her. She swallowed hard and smiled at Meena. “I don’t have the right words, but thank you.”

Meena pirouetted, her rainbow curls flying around her. “Just call me Super Witch. Listen”—she dropped her voice to a conspirator’s whisper—“if those idiots are leaving Lipstick, just let them go.”

Tears ran down Ellie’s face as Joel kissed her newly healed cheek, then homed in on her lips. On either side of her, the Lykae and the Fae kings kissed their wives good-bye. Then everyone moved outside.

Joel pulled Ellie back. “You’re beautiful to me, with or without scars. Now everyone can see a glimpse of the woman you hold inside, I think I’m going to develop a jealous streak.”

His voice came out hoarse, and he kept it so low only Ellie could hear. “I’ve still got that hard-on, but once I return, maybe you can tend it without any interruptions.”

He grinned, touched two fingers to his forehead in a farewell salute, and moved to take up position at the head of a column of Lykae soldiers. Lysander and Titus had begged to join the fight rather than wait around like spare parts while other Lykae fought for Jilly’s freedom. At King Caleb’s command, they flashed to the Lykae encampment at the junction of Lykae and Fae lands.

Ellie felt lost without Joel beside her. She turned to her half sister and her half sister-in-law. “How do you do this? I can’t just wait around until Joel gets back.”

Lipstick finished a fifth cart of fresh meat, then ambled to Meena’s side. She grinned as he wrapped his tail around her and lifted her onto his back. “We’re not waiting for anyone. Lipstick, be careful with Sylvie. Don’t squeeze so hard she pops.”

The dragon chuffed his amusement, and a smoke ring escaped from his nostrils. Sylvie paled, but Lipstick was as careful with her as he had been with Meena. He settled Ellie behind her. The saddle was meant for two, but Fae, like Lykae, came in giant sizes, and they liked the comfort. The three women fit easily, despite Sylvie’s rounded belly.

“Hold on!” Meena yelled. Then they were airborne and heading for the disputed territory. They flew over the Lykae camp and the column of men approaching the castle. To Ellie, it looked as though it belonged in a fairy tale with towers, turrets, crenellations, and fluttering pennants. Heather clung to the Impassable Mountains’ lower slopes and the snow blanketed their tops. The whole effect was charming. Beneath them, men scurried around like ants, preparing for the Lykae attack. As they drew nearer, they saw a woman with red hair pace the highest turret. She slapped a servant, then flashed away to somewhere safer.

“The woman I saw in Whitby had red hair. I think that’s her!” Ellie yelled.

Meena called over her shoulder. “We won’t catch her, not now she’s flashed off to who knows where.”

As though he read Meena’s mind, Lipstick descended and carefully placed his passengers on a rocky mountain plateau behind the castle. They were so high that only a climber would be able to reach them.

He ran his tongue over Meena’s cheek before soaring upward, then charging full on at the castle’s portcullis.

Arrows flew around him, bouncing off his scales like flies. A sheet of flame shot from his mouth, and the gateway ignited. Not content with that, Lipstick kept going, his broad shoulders demolishing the walls around the remains of the gate. Then he soared into a victory roll and returned to Meena’s side.

“Well done,” she crooned. She breathed deeply, and a blaze of warrior magic turned her aura bloodred. A flick of her fingers, and the fires Lipstick started blazed so hot that stones crumbled and more of the castle fell.

“That’s certainly made things easier for our menfolk,” Sylvie said.

Open-mouthed, Ellie stared at the carnage Lipstick had caused. Eventually, she grinned. “If this a dream, then I don’t want to wake up. I’ve found my true mate, my family, and the cleverest, bravest dragon ever.”

Meena stood beside her. “I felt that way too, but it sinks in eventually. Okay, Sylvie, enthralling’s more your thing than mine. Do your stuff.”

Sylvie stood tall and drew on the Fae power inside her. Ellie didn’t know what she did, but a few moments later, a woman stepped out on the rooftop. She stared over the parapet at the destruction in the main courtyard. Judging by her garb, she was a kitchen servant.