Chapter 9

Lyla

I could feel Falkon's eyes on me through the late afternoon class. Within moments I was dripping wet and glad I'd put on extra thick yoga pants. Every time I bent forward, I remembered the feel of him over me, grinding me to orgasm. I tried not to stare too much at him, but we made eye contact frequently and each time it was like a jolt of electricity down my spine. My mind kept drifting away to thoughts of him. His tongue all over me. In me. As I bent forward again, a slight friction from my panties against my clit nearly made me gasp out loud. I was so turned on that I was nearly at the point of orgasm, just from being this near to him and showing myself off for him.

As all the other monsters bent over and faced the ground, I made eye contact with him and squeezed my thighs together. A wave of pleasure washed over me, and I saw Falkon's eyes widened as he realised what was happening. I held eye contact with him as I clamped my mouth closed and tried not to show that I was in the grip of a very unexpected orgasm. His tongue flicked out, and I let my eyes fall down as his cock slowly peeked out of his body. I ground my hips forward at the sight of it and another wave of pleasure washed over me.

I stood and then let myself bend over into another forward fold as I rode the sensations in my body. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. I'd heard rumours that certain exercises could generate an orgasm, but I'd never even come close myself.

"And stretch out. We are done for the day."

I hoped no one would notice that my voice was slightly shaky, and I quickly excused myself from the yard. There was no way I could stay and chat now. The monsters would smell my arousal if I got too close. I scribbled down a note and passed it to a guard before running straight to my therapy room. As soon as I was there, I slammed the door closed and shoved my hand down my pants. I rubbed myself to another quick orgasm, but I knew it wasn't going to be enough. Only Falkon was going to be enough.

Within a few minutes, the guard I'd passed the note to knocked on the door. I made sure my pants were properly back in place.

"Come in!"

The door opened and the guard lead in Falkon, before leaving again. Falkon's pupils were huge, and he stared at me for a long moment before he spoke.

"That was unfair, wasn't it?"

"Was it?"

I laughed and flicked my hair back. He was breathing more heavily than usual.

"Yes. Don't think I won't torment you back when you deserve it."

The thought sent a thrill of excitement up my spine.

"That would be terrible."

I said it in a tone of voice that made it clear I didn't think it would be terrible at all.

Falkon sighed and sat down. He seemed serious for a moment, and it threw me off.

"What's wrong, Falkon?"

"There are conversations that must happen before anything else. It's taking everything I have not to pin you down and…."

Whatever the last words had meant to be turned into a low growl that felt like it vibrated straight into my core. I flushed with even more heat.

"I can smell you working yourself up Sunbeam and it isn't helping."

"Sorry."

I sat down in a chair and tried to think unsexy thoughts.

Mud, tuna, frogs.

"Do you know why I'm here? In the prison?"

It was like a bucket of cold water. The thing I'd been trying not to think about.

"Oh. Not really. Something about a boat. But that's in the past."

I waved my hands like I could push away the conversation. The past.

"You need to know exactly what you are getting yourself involved with. I'm a dragon. I was raised by dragons."

I nodded. Dragons were a very territorial bunch. The stories about hoarding gold weren't fiction. They could be greedy and violent.

"I understand that you were probably raised to believe that different things were important," I said carefully.

He snorted, sending some leaflets on the coffee table flying across the room.

"That is an understatement. My father brought me up, as is the dragon way. He taught me that protecting our hoard from greedy little humans was the only thing that mattered. I accepted this. Now I see that it makes absolutely no sense. What did we even need gold for? Dragons don't go shopping."

I smiled but said nothing. My therapist side knew that it was his time to talk and my time to shut up.

"One day, humans came in the night and attacked us. They killed my father. I couldn't stop them. I was still very small. Not much bigger than the humans. They tied me down. I didn't even have my fire yet."

Without his fire, at such a small size, he would have been defenseless. My stomach clenched with pain for him.

"They tied me down and taunted me. Then they took all the gold and left. I guess they didn't see me as enough of a threat to kill. I eventually chewed my way through the ropes. But I was still helpless. I couldn't do anything with the body of the father. He was too big. So, I left and found another small cave. I hid in that cave full of fear and anger. I seethed. There was nothing but rage and a thirst for blood. After a few months, my fire came in and I could finally go back and burn my father's body as he would have wanted."

Tears were running down my face now. My dearest love had been hurt so much. I wanted to reach for him, but I had to let him say what he needed to without making it about my feelings. He swallowed before continuing.

"Of course I wanted revenge."

"Of course."

"Well, I went out there, fires blazing, and I got it. Finding the ones who'd killed and stolen aboard a ship."

He swallowed again, as though he didn't want to continue. I stayed quiet and gave him his space to speak on his own terms.

"Afterwards, I didn't feel any better. I knew they would come for me, but I didn't care. Luckily for me, Bounty Hunters found me before the villagers did. They tranquilised me and took me in. And do you know what had never occurred to me until the trial?"

I shook my head.

"Where that gold came from. It was never my father's to begin with. He'd been stealing it himself for centuries. The humans were taking back what had been theirs to begin with. Or their ancestors, at least."

My heart was pounding. But I knew one thing. Nothing that he had said made any difference to how I felt about him.

"Falkon, I see a great deal of regret and pain in you about this."

He nodded, not meeting my eyes.

"That is who you are. And that is who I love. The dragon capable of such deep feelings and who changes his beliefs when confronted with the truth. That is who you are."

The words shot of out of me so passionately that he looked up, shocked.

"Falkon, I love you. The fates knew I would love you and brought us together."

A suspicion tingled in my mind.

"The bounty hunter who found you. What was his name?"

His face scrumpled with confusion for a moment before he answered.

"Sable. Sable Argent. He was…"

"A mothman."

His head tilted like a dog waiting for something. I laughed.

"Sable is my brother."

Falkon looked even more confused.

"Adopted," I supplied.

A moment of silence hung between us as he processed this.

"So, Sunbeam. The fates really have been working for us all along."

"Yes, they have. Because we are perfect for each other. We fit together in ways that we haven't even figured out yet. But we have all of that in front of us."

He waggled a scaly eyebrow suggestively.

"I'm sure we will fit together in many, many ways."

I laughed again. There was still a heaviness inside me, though. He had done something terrible and was paying the consequences. It would hurt him for a long time. Maybe forever. But I could sit with him in his pain whenever he needed. And help him make amends when he was ready. I was strong enough for that. For him. His face darkened again.

"Is there more?"

He let out a long breath.

"Only that I might die and I'm outgrowing this prison and on the verge of being sent to a dragon prison island if I do live. And you would not be able to come to a dragon island."

"Oh, small things then," I said with a wave of my hand.

He managed a chuckle.

"So how do we manage these very small inconveniences, Sunbeam?"

I stood and walked over to him.

"We take one step at a time. Together."

I ran a hand across his scaly cheek. Warmth radiated from him.

"Together."