Stripes and Solids 🌶🌶🌶

Storm

Out.

Storm

Everyone out, now.

Aneurin

How can we…leave.

Dane

When one of our own has been desecrated.

Silver

It’s difficult, but there’s nothing more we can do.

Storm

And this is worse than I thought…

STORM

I staggered toward the massive square of light—the open door.

When we were all out in the air, my comrades and I stared at each other with haunted eyes.

I shifted to my human form because, though it was not good for much else, it was easier to express emotion with a voice instead of a roar.

Immediately, I pulled Silver into my arms. She was shaking and her skin was slick with sweat.

I held her head to my chest, desperate to let her know that everything was all right. But how could I make such a promise after what we had seen?

We were all silent for a long moment. Processing in our own ways.

Dane and Aneurin paced, searching for clues. Finally, something needed to be said.

And I was the one who broke the silence.

“We’ve underestimated the slayers,” I called out. I am a strong man, but my voice broke.

Dane and Aneurin walked back toward me and my mate. Silver’s breathing had steadied.

We were all thinking about how to move forward from what we had just seen.

“That could have been any one of us,” Aneurin said in a low voice.

“You’re right,” I confirmed. “That white dragon must have been a rogue…but albinos are extremely intelligent and intuitive.”

“No one is immune—not even us,” Aneurin murmured.

We all paused, allowing his words to sink in.

“They want to scare us,” Dane announced, “and we can’t let them succeed.”

I nodded. Though Dane was a young dragon, he and his brother displayed wisdom beyond their years…beyond their experience.

“I am scared…but my fear is what drives me to action, so that no other dragon will have to feel the same way,” Silver said softly.

As always, I was impressed by my mate’s emotional intelligence. Even though we had been together for lifetimes, I was still learning from her.

“We can no longer underestimate them,” she concluded.

“Nautica and the slayers will stop at nothing for revenge,” I went on. “So we must stomp them out all at once.”

I felt the energy in the deserted alley change.

Dragonfire was alive in all of us.

“How will we do it?” Dane asked.

I considered this for a moment. Our retaliation needed to be big…swift…and final.

“We need to call in reinforcements…,” I told them. “Set a meeting with Loch and Hael.”

HARRY

I chalked the tip of the pool cue, my eyes on Onyx the whole time.

I never realized how ~suggestive~ the act was, but it turns out when you’re in love, ~everything~ makes you think about sex.

Or maybe for that to happen you had to be in love with a fucking hot dom dragon lord…but luckily, I was.

“Solids,” he said in his husky voice, like his throat was scratched up from smoking, “I always play solids.”

I smirked as I squared up to the table for the break.

With one swift movement, the cue ball smashed apart the triangle of balls.

The one ball went sailing into the pocket…and the six.

Two solids.

“Looks like you have to play stripes with me,” I replied.

Onyx shook his head and crossed those muscled arms, his work shirt rolled up to the elbows.

“Guess I do.” Onyx took a drink from his whiskey on the rocks.

With my next shot, I sank one more ball. Only after that did I lose my streak.

Onyx sidled up to the vintage pool table. I couldn’t help but stare at the way he bent over to take the shot; it made me think about when he bent over to…

I shook my head, willing myself to stop thinking about sex for two minutes.

I needed to talk to Onyx about the heist, and I had a plan. But my plan was to seduce ~him~ for once, instead of the other way around.

When the balls smacked against one another, I turned to see one striped ball disappear into the corner pocket…then another…and ~another~.

“No fuckin’ way,” I gasped. “I guess I’ve met my match.”

Onyx smiled and I strode toward him. All I could think about was being closer…

But before I kissed him, I paused, taking in his perfect features.

Onyx’s smile turned naughty, as if he could sense I was trying to butter him up.

“Oh, you’ve definitely met your match, baby,” he growled.

I leaned in a little closer, until there was only a sliver of space between us.

Onyx pulled back and touched my abs through my T-shirt before reaching straight down…and feeling for my erection.

He touched its length before squeezing its width.

“I never did like to play games I knew I would win.” He smirked. “But, in this case…maybe it’s not so bad. If I win, I get to tie you up.”

My stomach dropped with anticipation and his words made my stiff cock even harder.

“Deal,” I agreed.

Onyx turned around and walked out of the room.

I followed him through the house…~our~ house…through the bedroom and into the dungeon.

“There,” Onyx ordered, gesturing to the black leather massage table with cuffs and a hole in the center for a dick to fit through.

I wanted to make a joke, but Onyx’s tone had changed. This wasn’t fun and games anymore.

As Onyx busied himself with his long table of toys—or torture devices—I undressed. I settled onto the massage table on my stomach, my fully erect penis pointing down through the table.

“Other way,” Onyx demanded.

With my heart in my throat, I turned and watched as Onyx cuffed first my wrists, and then my ankles, in leather.

“One more thing,” he whispered, before putting a black leather blindfold over my eyes.

I gasped as something hot dripped onto my stomach. Oil.

A moment later, Onyx bit my neck…my collarbone. We hadn’t even kissed.

It was clear that this was a different kind of foreplay than I was used to…but I was ready.

I felt hands on my body, roughly working the oil into my hard abs before taking my cock with equal fervor.

The intense stimulation made me cry out, and I pulled against my bonds.

He continued to work me, and the overwhelming feeling quickly became ecstasy. I was putty in his hands, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came…

“You cum when I tell you to,” he growled, as if he had read my mind.

I bit my lip to bring myself back down, but the next moment, I felt an entirely new sensation. It felt like a pearl necklace was rolling up and down my length…

And then it changed again: I didn’t know if Onyx was sucking my dick, or using some kind of crazy toy… I couldn’t tell what the ~fuck~ was happening…

All I knew was that it was going to make me cum.

With more and more powerful strokes, finally Onyx grabbed my balls and demanded:

“Cum.”

I felt my manhood spring forth, emptying out as my body was racked with pleasure.

Finally, once my whole body had relaxed, Onyx pulled off the blindfold.

I struggled to catch my breath, and my skin was slicked in sweat. I looked at my mate—the man who could make me feel things I had never felt before.

He smiled sweetly. He had gone from hardened dom to puppy dog in two seconds flat.

“Okay, now tell me what you want,” he sighed. “I can’t resist those eyes.”

LOCH

~Smoke and Mirrors.~ The bar was as old as Requiem City itself, and early on, the dragons of the city had chosen it as their own personal haunt.

When I opened that old glass door, centuries of meetings and shenanigans came rushing back to me.

“Hasn’t changed a bit,” my brother observed.

He was right. In the smoky corner of the barroom, there was still an old dragon in a bowler hat playing the piano.

The bar was huge, made of dark wood, and the massive selection of bottles at the bar were reflected back in a way that tricked the eyes.

At a round booth, Storm, Silver, Dane, and Aneurin were already seated.

“What do you think of our old spot, boys?” I asked as I sat on the cracked leather. “I take it you’ve never been here before.”

But Dane didn’t return my smirk. He stared at me sadly.

“We haven’t come here for jokes,” Storm said to me.

~Leave it to the old man to kill the fun.~

“We need to talk about the slayers.”

I stared at Storm expectantly as Silver folded her hands on the table.

“We have found one of our own dismembered and drained,” Silver announced. “And we need to make our move before we’re all hanging from hooks.”

Something icy settled in the pit of my stomach.

“Don’t you think that’s a little ~dramatic~, Silver?” Hael scoffed.

I stepped on his foot. “Who was it?” I asked.

“A rogue albino,” Aneurin replied.

I nodded, lost in my thoughts.

“This city used to belong to us dragons,” Hael mused, “but it seems, as of late, we have ~lost~ that control.”

An involuntary growl left my throat.

Just the thought made me sick…and I knew that Storm was right.

“We have to lure them out of hiding in the Skeleton Quarter,” I reasoned.

The rest of the table nodded in agreement.

“So we need someone who knows the place like the back of their hand…”

I turned to my brother, and I knew we were thinking the exact same thing. We knew only one person who fit that description:

~Maddie.~