Beneath a Flaming Sky - Book Three (Moon Child Series)

Chapter Nineteen

Jaime’s POV

“Anything interesting to report?” I asked as I sat before the fire, my lackey by the door trembling in his boots.

“No sir. He has not left his room much since his return and even mistress Nimue seems reluctant to leave her bedroom.” Curious. My children had returned three weeks ago from their ‘holiday’ and there had been a change in both of them, I could physically feel it. I’d hired someone to keep an eye on them to see if anything changed but they had both been locked away in their rooms. As I go to dismiss the man a loud roar from above has me pausing. It is soon followed by stomping feet descending the stairs and I watch in curiosity as my son storms past me and my lackey and straight through the door, Nimue close behind him calling his name. I watch as through the open door he shifts and takes off at a breakneck speed, and soon Nimue is doing the same, struggling to keep up with him.

“Follow them.” I said, without looking at my lackey. “Find our what I want to know then report back.” I dismissed him with a wave, and he was off, taking off after my children.  Something was up with them both and I would get to the bottom of it If it was the last thing I would do.

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Xander POV

“Tell me what you want from me, my little wolf.” I whispered to Mia as I kissed my way down her neck. A whimper left her throat as I continued to stroke the tip of my c**k against her p***y.

“f**k me. Please. I need you inside me.” She begged, gods I loved when she begged. Mia looked down at my cheeky grin from where it sat between her breasts and growled in frustration.

“Would you like it rough and fast or rough and slow?” I asked, languidly sucking at her n*****s, taking my time.

“Rough and fast!” She voiced as a plea, making me smirk as I rose from between her breasts, my lips hovering over hers.

“As you wish.” I whispered causing her to cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as I slammed my c**k deep into her p***y and began to pound into her. Her screams of pleasure drove me on as I f****d, he’d rough and hard, just how she wanted it, how she had begged me to do it. I could feel her orgasm building as she tightened around my c**k. Gods it felt good to be inside of her. I was getting close to cunning myself, but then something began to feel wrong. I was no longer in bed with Mia, bringing her the pleasure she deserved. Instead I stood in a large cement room, gazing at the one person I’d always yearned to see but couldn’t. But this was not the woman I remember. She was in her dragon form, her beautiful scales destroyed and ripped from her body. Large pus-filled craters sat where they once were. I could still see a few glinting across her body, but she looked horrifying.

I watched helplessly as a man approached her and started injecting a vial or cloudy grey stuff into her. Her eyes drooped as the liquid coursed through her veins and I felt sick as he reached for some pliers. She struggled against her chains, but it was no good. The drugs had already taken affect. All I could do is watch in disgust as he yanked her scales from her body, but the screams that came from her were Mia’s. I couldn’t handle it anymore, her screams making me want to throw up. I jolted awake with a loud roar, the sounds of her screams echoing in my head. 

I was worried but also furious. What the hell were these dreams that she was pulling me into. And why did I have to watch my mother being tortured. It was bad enough that the s*x dream had me horny as hell but now I had the vision of my mother being tortured stuck in my brain. I ripped the sheets from my body and stormed out of my room. I needed answers and I needed them now! My roar must have alerted my sister for she runs behind me as I storm from the castle, ignoring her shouts for me to stop and tell her what’s wrong. I shifted and took off, faster than I’ve ever flown before. There was a reason she was dreaming of my mother, of her horrid torture. I needed answers. Was she torturing me on purpose for leaving her? For not being with her? Could she be so cruel? Even as I thought it, I knew it wasn’t true. I have not known her long, but the Mia I know would never be cruel to anybody, she did not have a cruel bone within her. She was kind, and generous, and gods was she sexy. That s*x dream was enough to make any man regret his decision to leave her, and I was regretting mine hard. I needed answers. To the s*x dream, to the dream of my mother, and why I’m being pulled into them, like I had been when she was under the sleeping curse.

How could two strangers who had never met, never even crossed paths be linked in dreams? I was going to find out one way or another. My path is blocked suddenly by my sister in her dragon form as she hovers before me.

What the hell Xander?! She practically screamed in my head. Where are you going? I shook my head and pushed past her, not having time for explanations. I had to get to Mia. I ignored my sister as I flew at high speeds. An hour of her trying to get my attention my patience snapped.

I’m going to go talk to Mia. I shouted back at her, glad there was finally silence. I didn’t bother to see her reaction to what I said I took off at a quick pace. When the pack house came into view, I felt oddly, almost whole again. A waft of breeze carries a scent so intoxicating towards me, and I home in on the direction it was coming from. A large set of French doors were open on a large balcony leading into the house and the scent grows stronger. It is driving Draco crazy and I had to admit it was clouding my mind as well. I shifted as I came to a stop at the balcony and I was practically drooling as I followed its perfume into the library. My blood boiled at the sight that met my eyes and a loud growl erupted from my chest. Mia was pressed against some shelves, her lips locked with the wolf I knew as Carter. But she seemed to be in pain, and I watched as her hands began to glow red, before Carter was flung back, skidding across the marble of the library floor. His eyes lifted to Mia, crazed and full of lust and my possessive side took over as he rose to his feet and approached her again.

I grasped at his neck, lifting him a couple of inches off the floor and shook him. But his daze held strong. A noise behind me pulls my attention back to Mia who has collapsed to her knees with a gasp of pain, her eyes a deep crimson as her body was racked with chills. I walked with Carter still in the air towards the door and flung him from the room before securing the door closed with the lock and a chair. Mia’s scent was engulfing the very air I breathed, and it wasn’t until I drew nearer to her that I recognised it. She was aroused but she seemed to be in total agony. I bent towards her as I reached her and lifted her to her feet. The bolt of electricity that ran through my arms shot straight to my groin and I was drowning in her scent. Her eyes lifted to mine, shrouded in a crimson red sheen, but I could still see her lust. My touch seemed to soothe her as I unconsciously found myself stroking her arms. My body moved of its own accord and I was pressing her against the shelves, my lips consuming hers and I finally felt home.