Rake My Lust (Dragons of Blood and Bone #3)

29. Victory

29

VICTORY

A s my Bloodwalker magic roars towards Mikkel to bring his powerful Bone Magic into our bond and help us right now, he’s suddenly on his feet. L?rke has been ditched from his lap as Mikkel vaults to the bottom of the boat with fire in his dark eyes. There are no words for how I’ve just called him and he just came. The resistance he and I had to him joining our bond is blistered away as his old-world cocktail scent floods from him, inundating me. He strides toward me and seizes me in his arms.

Crushing me with his kiss.

It’s bright, dark, and disastrous as Mikkel takes me with his kiss. He’s ripped me from my drakes to kiss me; with twin snarls, Bjorn and Strom lunge at him to wrangle him back.

Despite us all being magically hindered right now, Mikkel pummels them away with a towering blast of power that he somehow manifests. It’s like he’s a madman, as he eats at my lips, hammering my drakes back. And I’m like a madwoman as I grip him with my arms up around his neck now.

Devouring him in return.

Mikkel heaves me up with his firm hands around my waist. I lock my legs around his hips, not thinking, just feeling with the power of my beasts as they roar and snarl inside me.

I feel it as the strong, roped black coils of my magic joining with another Bone Mage are formed between us. Mikkel’s dragon is like a towering black mamba inside him, shot through with sparkling lines of chartreuse green as it floods towards me now, poisonous and powerful.

It makes my own Bone Magic go wild, as that leviathan dragon of starry night surges up inside me, towering over my brighter drakaina and devouring her. Though I’m twisting into my fullest Bloodwalker power, deep within, it’s the Bone Magic side of my power taking over now to bond with Mikkel.

The sensation is delicious and disastrous, as I feel the darkest side of my power take over.

It roars through me so hard, I feel like my bones might shatter.

My twin beasts join, then, in a powerful twist, with Mikkel’s drake. As my Bloodwalker magic careens, amplified a hundredfold now by his magic striking hard into mine, plus resonating with Aesa’s stone upon my chest, I don’t even have to think.

We can’t shift into our dragons to seal this deal, but that doesn’t seem to matter, as Mikkel rips his black silk pants down. I didn’t have undies to begin with beneath my little purple shift, as he hauls it up and positions his strong, hard cock right at my opening.

With one powerful thrust, he sinks into me, furious and deep—a perfect fit. Mikkel groans against my lips, then roars like an animal, as if everything has come to completion inside him.

And my power locks home—devouring him in our unbreakable Bloodbond, at last.

It happens so fast; I don’t even have time to scream, as our dragons crash together, hammering us up into the sky. We can’t shift right now, but I feel Mikkel’s indomitable energy blast through Strom and Bjorn, as they also share in my power boost from everything Mikkel’s got, thundering into us .

We’re all shaking, careening with Mikkel’s massive, stimulant energy in our mix as we feel like we’re going to shudder ourselves apart. All that insane dragon-power has nowhere to go right now, except explode inside our bodies as we roar, and fuck, and fight with it.

The ouroboros we’ve made a few times now blisters through the sky inside my mind, even though it can’t escape our bodies right now—insane with power, now that Mikkel’s dragon is in it.

The dark disaster that comes from Mikkel’s Bone Magic floods us like a typhoon, and all his vast mind-abilities, as well. He’s got a mind game unlike any other, even though it’s somewhat similar to Strom’s. I feel Mikkel’s might power Strom’s search for Alfhild’s curse-work a hundredfold.

A searing lighthouse inside us now, when all we had before was a flashlight.

I feel Strom’s search for the cursed Bloodrunes hone in on something inside us from Mikkel’s aid, as Mikkel and I fuck and fuck. Bjorn gives Strom his everything to stabilize our careening Bone Magic now, as the darkness of Mikkel’s unfathomable power provides Strom a searing searchlight to look for all that curse-work inside our minds.

Because, like Strom, Mikkel’s Bone Magic is dark, but it’s also so very bright. He’s only used it for nefarious purposes over the years; it’s like a floodlight now on whatever Strom was looking for, as all our powers twist into one.

Centering inside my Bloodwalker power—and exploding like a bomb.

We’re a tower of flame and heat, darkness and passion, as we roar together now, all four of us. Our terrible might shakes the ship like a cacophony of bells, as it rings inside us, Aesa’s Truthstone going ballistic in my chest.

My Bloodwalker power takes from all these drakes now, devouring them entirely, as I feel a raging brimstone and white-gold light consume me. A jubilant knowing pours through me as I understand this was what I was looking for; this incredible maelstrom of power that Mikkel being with us provides.

It’s a maelstrom I can use now—as I flood all our combined power into Strom to find Alfhild’s curses inside us. The deep, roaring instinct of my Bloodwalker magic knows what it wants, as Strom discovers what he was looking for now.

Aesa’s stone sings the true might of the four of us, joined now like we should be, as my power and hers resonate like wildfire. That unified energy blasts into the mix now, fully illuminating whatever curse the sneaky Alfhild has laid upon us.

Like a violet and red serpent of a thousand coils, I feel Alfhild’s incredible hydra of magic blistered by our power as it’s discovered by Strom’s search and all our combined might. It’s like the most complicated warding lock I’ve ever seen, as that curse sears bright now inside my mind. But Strom has a talent that can break all curses, wards, and locks.

As he sets to with a thundering roar now.

To fuck the bitch that bound us.

I see it as he flicks his fingers, dancing through a powerful chess match with those curses of Alfhild’s. I feel it as he blazes those thousand coils away one by one, then ten and twenty as he gets the hang of it.

Alfhild’s fighting him through her cursed Bloodrunes upon us; searing agony goes through my mind now, all our minds, as we roar, rage, and fuck.

As Mikkel takes me, I feel Bjorn rip his pants away, shoving his hard girth into my ass as I scream for him, the best kind of scream. He fucks me in a rhythm with Mikkel as Strom works. But there’s one of us missing from this fuck. I seize Strom by the hair, surprising him as I haul him to us now, eating my kiss into his lips.

Because he’s part of this; we need his power, his magic, and his body as we all rage, wrath, and take each other.

Driving my Bloodwalker power into the stratosphere.

It blazes our combined magic ever so high now as we scorch the living sky bright above us, for real this time, beyond the boat. That seething ouroboros of our combined magics twines through the air in truth now, in all our dragons’ colors as we roar, rage, and fuck.

As Mikkel’s fingers shift into talons, and mine do as well, we slice each other’s skin. Blood drips to the bottom of the boat, sealing this Bloodbond with the complete elements that make it work. As our power combusts, mine draining like a riptide from all three of my bound mates now, that combustion of blazing light and heat sets the boat on fire.

As all our dragons go amok, that conflagration bursts into being all around us. Never has a Blood Dragon been able to make fire; at least, not that I’ve ever heard of.

Our power makes flame now, however, as the boat combusts around us with the scorching heat of all our vast dragon-auras combining, blazing through the air. With that combustion, Alfhild’s Bloodrunes on the ship are seared away.

Mikkel roars as he blasts out the upper deck of the ship now with his power, launching the unconscious L?rke onto a floating raft of the ship’s planks, as we continue to rage and fuck in the lower hull of the sinking, burning ship.

Fire is all around us now, devouring our boat as we heave, and fuck, and kiss. As Strom’s wild magic capitalizes on all our power and sears away the last of Alfhild’s curses inside us, we’re free.

We shift up, launching to the skies as our dragons as the burning ship sinks into the ocean. Though Strom, Bjorn, and I continue to fuck as our dragons, Mikkel gasps and quickly comes out of me.

Diving straight for L?rke’s raft, he saves his sister in a gentle grip of his talons, then turns and flies straight for the western shore, which we can all feel with our dragon senses now.

Bjorn, Strom, and I break up our midair fucking now to rush after Mikkel, out of danger above the ocean. We can feel the shore is about four miles away now, just beyond the horizon. With how burning up with power we all are now from Mikkel joining our mix, we fly like barbed darts of pure rocket fuel as we rush to shore.

I can feel how Mikkel’s Bloodbond to us is still not properly consummated, since we didn’t have time to climax as our dragons. It will have to wait, however, as we race towards the Danish coast with Mikkel in the lead and the unconscious L?rke in his grip.

As we finally see the coastline, I note how we’re almost at the abandoned warehouse north of Copenhagen that Strom, Bjorn, and I investigated just yesterday. Except now we’re at the headland where the lighthouse sits as we zoom to the rocky beach, Mikkel carefully depositing L?rke on the thin swath of pebbles and sand.

Mikkel’s power inside us is waning, however, since we couldn’t seal our Bloodbond fully. I can feel it, as he snorts and looks around at me on the beach. Still in dragon form, he’s a magnificent all-black drake just like I saw in my vision, with massive spines and serrated scales, a blocky head and dark, endless eyes that have a searing ring of copper around them.

He looks exactly like a black mamba, lithe and deadly, and I know he could kill a bitch with one strike. As he snarls at me, I see poison drip from his fangs—rare in a Blood Dragon to be able to poison with their bite. Beautiful geodesic lines of pure spring green shimmer through his scales in the sunlight. A perfect chartreuse in color, now I know where his flagship club in Copenhagen got its name.

As he strides to me—flipping me over on my back and thrusting into me on the sand.

Mikkel roars as he takes me as his dragon and I roar as I succumb, ready to complete our Bloodbond. There is no hesitation in our dragons now as we crash together, heave, and fuck, over and over and over.

No one else is in our bond now, as Bjorn and Strom watch on the beach, still in dragon form. I feel both of them hold back, hating that this has to happen but knowing it should, as they roar and snarl their own rage and frustration, raking their talons through the sand while Mikkel and I fuck .

He takes me now, and I let him, because we both know we can’t resist it. He was made to be mine, and I was supposed to be his, as we mutually bite each other’s necks now, twisting into a knot as we fuck. As he hammers into me, barbed and long and delicious, I roar and shake him by the neck like a rag doll. I rake my talons into his breast, but it does no good. Mikkel is up for the fight and the fuck with me.

Even if it kills him to do it.

At last, I feel our auras spiral up into the sky again. But it’s not just our auras now, as Mikkel wings me up in our coitus upon tremendous wings of midnight, keeping us together as we fuck. We braid into that powerful ouroboros in truth now, our bodies twined together hard as we death-dive. As he gives one last, terrible thrust, we both blast into orgasm as my Bloodwalker power locks home inside him, forever.

Mikkel roars to take it. I roar, too, knowing how much this is going to cost me. We crash down from the skies.

Heaving hard breaths as we roll apart on the beach.

Someone else is roaring, however, as Mikkel and I consummate our Third Bloodbond. It’s L?rke—awake and rushing up into dragon form, snarling at us both for what we just did.

She’s a massive all-white drakaina, seething with serrated scales, vicious spikes, and powerful chartreuse green lines just the same as Mikkel’s. She’s coming for me, snarling at me with her mouth wide and fangs bared, dripping bright green poison as she lunges to bite.

Mikkel hammers her away with one snap of his fast black wings. She veers aside—stopping short of killing me, as she roars at her brother’s drake.

Mikkel growls low at her now as he steps in front of me. Righting myself on the sand, I’m in terrible pain from the crash landing, but have somewhat regained my wits. Everything inside me still trembles from that powerful fucking, however, and my orgasm, not to mention Mikkel’s enormous, indomitable power, now crashing through our bond.

L?rke isn’t having it; she’s furious with her brother as she stares him down now, in the deadliest standoff I’ve ever come across. He holds his ground, not menacing her with his fangs, though he rakes his black talons across the stony earth. She stares at him, glittering white with her green spiked tail snaking over the beach in the sun.

Before finally snorting—and walking away.

We shift down now, and it’s only then I realize Bjorn and Strom were also still in dragon form, standing firm at my back for a fight with L?rke. But she seems to have lost her piss and vinegar about what we’ve done; as we all shift down, I watch her walk away as her beautiful white dragon, over the sand.

Mikkel’s black eyes are barren, however, as he watches her go. As I step up beside him now, he glances at me—so much love, devotion, wrath, and hate in his dark eyes, I don’t even know what to say.

“She’ll cool off. Eventually,” he says to me as he looks back at her. “She’ll have to…”

“How are you?” I ask him now—understanding that basically our dragons just took each other, without our human brains or hearts having any say in what went down. Our supernatural magics hijacked both of us to make this bond. It doesn’t make it any better, but it makes it somewhat more understandable as I stand beside Mikkel on the beach, and Bjorn and Strom step up beside me, human again.

No one saying anything, as we all watch L?rke walk away.

“Think she’ll forgive us?” Strom asks as we watch her.

“I doubt it.” Mikkel draws a deep breath. “I’m not sure I will even forgive me…”

“You saved our lives in a pinch.” I turn to him now, reaching out to take his hand.

Which he subtly jerks away, though I feel how much it breaks his heart to do it.

“Do you want to leave this bond?” I ask quietly now, as I watch him.

“Yes. No. I don’t know,” he says, just as quietly as he stares off after his sister. “I did what had to be done in the moment. I did my part, but the cost for me… is high.”

“She’ll come around. I’m sure of it,” Strom says as he watches L?rke go.

“Are you?” Mikkel asks, before he heaves the most barren chuckle I’ve ever heard.

But we have no more time to process as a powerful force swoops in all around. Over twenty dark black, red, and purple Bone Magic dragons are roaring to a landing all around us now, as we whirl in shock at their sudden arrival.

They surround us in a ring on the beach. All of them shimmer with caustic oilslick black runes in the sunlight, as we roar up into our own beasts now, ready to fight.

A blazing violet-red net of Alfhild Fey’s handiwork is cast up around us to prevent us from escaping. That net makes us crash to the ground now, shifting back down into our human forms as it affects us, despite Mikkel’s power in our bond.

It’s then that Alfhild herself comes striding in through her dragons, who I understand now are her Bone Mage thief ring.

Here to destroy us, for good.