The Dragon's Vamp(17)

Rhys’ gaze narrowed.

“No you won’t be in danger, I just…”

“She doesn’t want you to see her feeding frenzy,” Triton said then shivered. “Seen it once, and that was enough for me.”

Mari frowned. “Oh thanks for that.”

“Hey, sweetie, he may not mind being another blood drinker, but I am of the Sea, all that blood is a little much for me.”

“Baby. You who eats fish raw. And you call yourself an ancient Other Kin. One would think at your age you’d be able to handle anything.”

Rhys’ brow lifted as they kept arguing back and forth. “Are you two missing the picture on why we’re upset with you?”

“No!” Mari said as she met his gaze. “We know why you’re both mad and it’s asinine. There’s nothing wrong with a little play in training. As you stated we are in a war and if we don’t take some R&R every now and then, we’ll lose it. Don’t you narrow those eyes at me, Rhys Beven. I’ve been in more wars and battles than you have in your life time, so I think I’m the expert here.”

“I don’t give a damn what you think you’re the expert at! All you had to do was let us know what was going on.”

“Oh yeah like that makes sense! Oh hold on Livi, let me tell Rhys we’re going to toss an energy ball at Triton and watch his ass go flying into the lake. Will you give me a break!”

Rhys’ eyes changed with his anger. “Don’t you give me that sarcastic damn attitude, Mariwen!”

“Then stop treating me like a damn fledgling!”

Rhys noted Drake motioning to Livi to step over to him as Triton stepped the other way. Mari may not have realized it but she was burning. She literally had flames surrounding her body, almost phoenix-like. Sighing deeply Rhys met her gaze. “I don’t mean to treat you like a baby, but some common courtesy would have been nice, Mari. What would you have done if our roles were reversed? You would have come to us hell bent looking for a fight and pissed when you realized we’re alright, just funning around. Shit you probably would have been shooting fire balls at my head by now and you know it.” Rhys released his breath slowly when she started calming down. Her flames disappeared, and her fists unclenched. He smiled as his arms crossed over his chest, loving his little firecracker.

“What are you smiling at?” Mari grumbled.

“You, my little hot head.”

“Shut-up,” she mumbled. “Fine, you’re right, okay. I can see how it would have looked from a distance. But that’s all I’m saying on the matter.”

Rhys’ smile exploded into a grin. “Good enough for me, what about you?” he asked as he turned to look at Drake.

“I’m good,” Drake chuckled.

“Triton, I think Amaress is waiting for you at the manor.”

“Excellent.” Triton grinned as he took off.

Rhys kept Mari’s gaze as the Rovens left, as well as the security forces who’d shown up. Damn she was beautiful. His cock swelled as the wind gently blew her chestnut brown hair around. “What am I going to do with you, Mariwen Gawain?”

“Fuck me.”

Rhys chuckled as he unfolded his arms, stepping toward her. “With pleasure.”





Chapter 4



Mari breathed deeply. “Alright, are they gone?”

“All except Triton, he’s in the wood line by the lake if we need him. Kalana and Drake are standing by the north end of the forest,” Rhys said.

Mari met his gaze as he stepped in front of her shaking naked body. “I’m not sure if it’s anticipation of the shift, for I love being in dragon form and want you to see me as such, or from fear of you being witness to my feeding frenzy.” His hands felt warm as they settled on her shoulders bringing her closer to his body heat.

“You’ll be fine, Mari. I’m not worried about the frenzy, and we talked about this last night. I can’t wait to see you in dragon form.”

Mari closed her eyes as his lips lightly touched her forehead. Going down to her knees, she smiled as he followed. “Ready?”

“Always.”

Her nostrils widened as she moved her mouth to his neck, his jugular pulsing as blood sped through his veins with his excitement. Striking the area with her tongue, she made sure her saliva coated him well so when she pierced him, he wouldn’t feel as much pain. When she lowered her fangs into his neck he groaned, the mind-marking letting her know it was pleasure and not pain. The salty warm taste of his blood escalated her senses as he thrust into her wet pussy. Oh lord, it felt good. Her body came down on him hard as his life’s blood flowed through her system, opening her veins. Gasping, she removed her mouth; his large hands grasped her ass, bringing her down hard on him, once, twice, three times. Her lips parted as euphoria spread through her. Her fingers clenched his shoulders as she met his thrusts.