New Love🌶️

ZAYDA

It took a lot of self-dialogue to get here, across the table from a handsome man…

~To go on a date when Xythor is still very much in my memory.~

But I think Xythor would want me to be happy. Wherever he is, I think he wants me to live my life to its fullest, and he knows that I’ll never forget about him, and how perfect he was.

When I bumped into Striker Thomas, and he complimented me and smiled at me, I couldn’t say no.

In fact, I didn’t ~want~ to say no.

For so much of my relationship with Xythor, he was distant. A robot created by Xander.

But now I can aim for something else.

Striker smiles at me from behind his menu.

His long blonde hair is swept to the side, and his warm brown eyes are melting me.

~Oh gosh, I was never good at dating! ~

I sip from my water, taking in Striker’s Viking physique.

~He’s even bigger than Xythor. ~

Striker adjusts the collar on his regal blue collared shirt, then fixes his navy blazer.

“So,” he says, “do you remember me from our class together at Xander university?”

Eager to respond, I pull the water glass away from my lips too quickly, and some water dribbles onto my tight pink skirt.

~Please tell me he didn’t see that!~

Striker continues to smile at me like nothing’s happened.

“I do remember!” I reply. “It’s just that, well, you were a few years older, so I didn’t think you noticed me.”

Striker leans forward and brushes a hand through his hair.

“Zayda,” he says warmly, “you are unforgettable.”

I raise my menu over my face to blush and laugh.

Xythor was charming but in a more reserved way. Striker is outgoing and pulls me out of my shell.

~And maybe that’s exactly what I need right now! ~

We order shrimp, pasta, and wine.

Through a sip of merlot, Striker says, “It’s just so nice to catch up with someone from the university who broke away from Xander as well.”

I swallow my pasta roughly.

“Did he…”

For the first time of the night, Striker frowns. “He said I was talented with my magic. He took me in as an apprentice for a long time.”

Striker prods a shrimp on his plate with his fork. “When I saw what Xander was doing to the dragons, I fled. I couldn’t be a part of it.”

Striker sighs, “It cost me all my relationships at that university. For so long, I was completely alone.”

Wow.

~Fucking, wow. ~

He’s got my story exactly.

Well, not the second coming of Freesia part, but it’s pretty damn close!

Striker understands my pain on a level nobody else could ever.

I reach over and place a hand over Striker’s. We lock eyes until the waiter brings us the check.

I go to split the bill but Striker covers it. I glance at my phone.

“I’m so sorry to have to run, but I have a funeral I need to get to.”

“Don’t be sorry!” Striker insists. “May I walk you to your car?”

~PLEASE!~

I smile and nod, hoping I might get a kiss out of it.

As we’re walking out of the restaurant, Striker holds my hand.

Butterflies swarm up in my stomach.

This feels good. It feels right.

I feel…for the first time in forever…

~Safe.~

Then a van screeches to a halt on the curb. Striker throws me inside, and before I can resist, duct tapes my mouth and ties my wrists together.

“Nautica is going to be happy to see you, Freesia,” Striker smirks.

My heart hammers in my chest as the door slides shut and the van speeds away.

ONYX

I massage Harry’s naked back, working out every knot.

“I’m so glad we made it out of there alright,” I say, whispering into his ear and giving it a small nibble.

Harry grunts with pleasure as I continue to massage him, moving my hands lower down his body.

Typically, I dominate my mate. It’s the dragon way.

But right now, after the prospect of losing him, all I want is to be tender and loving.

Harry bunches up pillows to his chest and spreads himself for me.

His legs are toned and muscular, and his ass round from running around, helping me to control this empire.

I press my hands to his hips and watch as his dick grows against the bedsheet. I reach around his body and begin to jerk him off while he gently brushes his ass against my stiff cock.

“Make love to me, Onyx,” he whispers, gripping the pillows with anticipation.

I slide inside of him slowly. He gasps as my size enters him, and he rocks his hips to meet me.

It’s the slowest we’ve ever moved together, yet it feels so good.

It’s like the whole world has slowed down, and all our problems have melted away.

Right now, there is only me and him.

~Us. ~

Harry buries his sexy face into the pillow, moaning my name while I fuck his warm ass.

His dick swells in my hand, and I can feel him ready to cum.

They aren’t words I normally say, but they are words that I mean.

“I love you, Harry,” I whisper, gyrating myself closer to him.

Making us one.

Harry’s body trembles on the cusp of an orgasm.

His voice is shaky when he exclaims, “I love you too, Onyx!”

Then, at the same moment, we cum.

I fill him with my hot dragon seed, and he finishes all over my hand. I lick it down as he spins onto his back to gaze into my eyes.

Then, he pulls me in for a kiss that turns into another, then another, until…

~BEEP BEEP BEEP~

Our alarm.

We need to get to the funeral.

Fast as we can, Harry and I share a shower, then get into our black tuxedos.

When Harry steps outside the bedroom, he screams, and I bolt to his side as fast as I can.

~Shit. ~

We were watching Zayda’s child, Thor, while she was out on a date. The maids took over for an hour while we had some alone time.

And now our maids are dead in a pool of blood in front of an empty crib.

I hold on to Harry, grabbing him like someone might try to kidnap him next.

~I’d never allow it. ~

“Three innocent women have been murdered,” I murmur through gritted teeth.

Harry brings a hand over his mouth, and I cover his eyes.

He’s never seen brutality like this before.

Necks torn open.

Flesh flayed off.

This is the work of pure evil.

“We need to go find Thor,” Harry says, “~right now.~”

“No,” I say, taking his hand and dashing out the door, “Thor and his blood are too important to harm. We need to get to the funeral before another attack takes place…”