The Alpha's Dragon

Chapter Six

Drakania      

    I nodded my head in agreement and he lit all the candles in my room. They hadn’t been lit in a while, normally I’m able to conjure a small fireball to read at night, but I knew I didn’t have the energy. I picked up an apple and began to nibble on it. I don’t know why but I’ve always had an obsession with them.      

    It wasn’t long before Newt returned with only a few books. “Ok, I have the notes you took on werewolves, I have a children’s book on gods and goddesses, I have a brief history of werewolves, and every recorded encounter with the sun goddess. Can you think of anything I missed?”      

    “No, thank you. You can go to dinner if you’d like.” After eating the apple I was able to sit cross legged on my bed. I wasn’t at half strength yet so I had to keep one hand on the bed to steady myself.     

     “I’d like to stay here if that’s alright,” he asked politely. He sat on the bench by the window and relaxed for probably the first time in a few days. I nodded as I spread the books out to see what would be most helpful.     

     My notes I knew by heart, and though they would help me with whoever I chose to be in my harem they wouldn’t help me with her specifically. The brief history of werewolves might hold some lore but not in detail. And I wanted nothing to do with the sun goddess. Which left a children’s book.     I flipped through it quickly. The story was maybe ten pages. It included the sun, moon and star goddesses, the vampire god, and the shifter god and goddess. It’s focus though was mainly on the sun goddess. I sighed with frustration. The small paragraph on the moon goddess was about how she was good with a bow and she liked to hide in the shadows and stalk her prey.      

    From what little I could gather about her from reading the other books is that she seemed intelligent and cunning. It left me with the impression wouldn’t claim me unless she had something significant to gain.     

    “Newt,” I called. I didn’t realize he had fallen asleep. The sound of my voice obviously scared him since he fell off the bench and onto the floor. I had to stifle a laugh.     

    He jumped up in a comical way, which I knew he did to make me laugh harder. He wasn’t even blushing. “Did you find what you were looking for?”     

    “No, but I have an idea. And I will need to go to the library this time,” I said.     

    He frowned at the idea. “I would prefer you didn’t.”     

     “I need to see the birth records of my father,” I said. He sighed. Our records here were meticulous, which meant the book was too large to carry.     

    “I feel like you’re going with or without me,” he whined. I shrugged. “Can this wait until morning? Then we can bring your father with you and you can ask him questions then.”     

    “Fine, go home then,” I said, waving him off. He began putting the books away.     

    “I’d rather stay here,” he said. He looked me deep in the eyes. Was he being coy?      

    “I won’t have you sleeping on that bench. It’s not good for your back,” I argued. I wanted to see what he said to that.      

    “As you wish,” he said, gently placing the books on the floor. He brought his face close to mine. “Where would you like me to sleep?” His lips were dangerously close to mine, his voice was soft and almost hypnotic.    

     “I… I…” I couldn’t talk. I could barely breathe. There was only one other man on the planet who stunned me in such a way. And he knew that. What was going on? He gently cupped my face and stroked my cheek with his thumb.      

    I couldn’t stop myself now even if I wanted to. I kissed him. Deeply. It was the first time I had ever kissed him and I’ve known him for such a very long time. It felt like I was cheating, but I didn’t care. The man I wanted wasn’t an option. What would he care? I reached both hands around Newt's neck and pulled him closer to me.     

    Our lips locked for a long time, barely stopping to breathe. I felt his hand slip down my body and pull up my nightgown. His fingers gently traced my thighs before he began rubbing me gently between my legs. I needed this. I now see why Ember likes having so many companions. To have this kind of attention whenever you want must feel amazing. I began moaning softly. What he was doing with his hands made me feel wonderful.      

    “You like that don’t you,” he whispered between kisses, teasing me. Of course I liked it, I loved it. I didn’t want him to stop. I could feel my hips moving in a circular motion. Even my body wanted it. He pulled away and I frowned at him. “Don’t pout, let me taste you.” Taste me? This is the most intimate I’ve been in all my 50 years. I’ve studied everything but s*x. What more pleasures did he have in store for me?      

    He gently laid me back down and spread my legs. Just the touch of his fingers made my body shiver. He gently began to kiss me up my legs until he reached my dripping p***y. His tongue dipped into my juices. It was gentle and light at first but then he began to thrust harder, even nibbling as my throbbing flesh. He switched back and forth between his fingers and tongue, pushing me to my limit.     

    I couldn’t stop my moans. It felt so good. My back arched as I could feel myself contracting. He pulled away from me and I whimpered. I tried to grab his hair and pull him back to me as I shivered. “No no, you need to sleep,” he stroked my hair. I was tired and he knew it. I was too weak for more. And I was saving myself for someone else anyway. I closed my eyes and let sleep take over my body, drifting away with a smile on my face.