Dragons in Council (Book 4 of the Northern Territories Series)

Chapter 9

Dragons in Council

Chapter 9

Carson’s POV

I watch her playing with Oberon. It’s been almost a full week since I first laid eyes on her. I’ve never wanted someone so badly; I need her. I’m pleased with the progression in our relationship. She allows me to touch and kiss her freely, she’ll even seek my affections. I’m positive I could get her into my bed, she wants me almost as badly as I do her. I don’t want to take her to my bed as her giving into her lust for me. I want her to come to my bed on her own, to give herself to me entirely. I want to keep her there, not play the back and forth, losing ground then regaining it. No, that’s not for me. I will have all of her and she will never want to pull away, that is well worth being patient for. She will come to me if I give her time to sort her feelings and decide what she wants. She looks up at me from the floor when Oberon finally raises up on all fours, rocking back and forth.

A triumphant smile takes over, “We have lift, little one! That’s it, you’ve got it.”, I encourage him as he grins at me. Then he drops back to his belly, dragging his legs along behind him like they’re non-functioning. I lean down to him, “You’re a dragon, sir, not a snake. Your belly doesn’t belong on the floor.” He coos and grabs at me, sharing more of his spit bubbles as I stand him up on his feet, supporting his spine. He stomps and kicks his feet, not quite taking steps but trying to come to me.

“I can go through your memories when he naps?”, Saura asks. I want to let her, I’ve already given her permission, but I need to tell her about her family before she sees Forsythe telling me. I pick Oberon up and put him against my chest before turning to face her.

“You may, my love. I need to tell you something before you do though.” She nods, searching my eyes and waiting for me to speak. I tilt my head, trying to gauge whether or not she is ready. It is difficult without her words. “Forsythe searched for your family, shortly after Oberon was born.”, I pause seeing the hope in her eyes and I feel the pain in my chest as it tightens, “Vritra killed them, khajaana. Shortly after taking you. He didn’t want you to have any way to escape him.” Her eyes widen and I see the tears forming.

“Come for Oberon.”, I link Forsythe as she covers her face. I hear her soft cries and her shoulders shake. Forsythe comes in, studying her as he takes Oberon from me. “I told her about her family. She wants in my mind, I couldn’t let her find it, on her own, in my memory. He has already eaten, he will be ready to nap soon.”, I link.

“Very well.”, Forsythe replies, taking Oberon with him outside.

I touch her knee and she looks up at me, realizing I don’t have Oberon she wraps her arms around my shoulders and I guide her into my lap. I hold her and she tucks her face into my chest, crying softly.

She speaks after several minutes, “Where is Oberon?”

“With Forsythe, my love. He will get him settled. You’re welcome to look now, if you still want to.”, I offer, knowing I still have a lot of things I’d rather she not see. I want her trust though and if this earns it, I’m willing. She nods and turns out of my lap. I stand from the floor and follow her to the couch. “I’ve never allowed anyone free movement in my mind, khajaana. You’ll have to tell me what you need me to do.”, I take a seat beside her. She turns to face me and pats her lap, I go with my immediate assumption, to lay in her lap. I’m a little nervous, but comfortable thus far. I try to relax as she places her hands on either side of my face, closing her eyes as I look up at her.

“With dragonian, I can’t access your mind unless you allow me in. Tell me if you want me to stop. If you pull back or shut down, you can give me headaches or hurt me.”, she speaks softly in my mind.

“I won’t hurt you, my love.”, I assure her. I may be somewhat embarrassed, but I won’t shut her out. I feel her, it’s a strange feeling, her pressing in my mind. Opening my mind is uncomfortable at first, like trying to move a limb that has fallen asleep. “Hold on, khajaana. I’m not ready, I don’t feel like I have control yet.”, I warn her, feeling insecure with my ability to actually allow her in without hurting her.

“It’s okay. Relax, Carson. I’m with you now, we can wait to move until you’re comfortable with my presence.”, she speaks within my mind, but not like when linking. Her voice has become ingrained in my thoughts, like she’s speaking to me through my inner monolog.

I focus on her heartbeat and her scent to calm myself. I feel her hair brush my neck as she leans down to me, resting her cheek against mine. Our bond and her scent calm my system easily, and her presence becomes tolerable. It’s still slightly uncomfortable, almost feeling forbidden, but I feel like I have control over her presence.

“Are you ready?”, she asks within me.

“Go ahead, khajaana.”

We move quickly through my mind, it’s almost like having flashbacks in a dream. I find myself looking at my father. He’s training me to fight, then my first fully shifted battle taking place centuries ago.

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