Glacian
The attack had only lasted a few taks. Everyone stood frozen, not truly believing what they had just seen. The alien female had moved so fast and without hesitation. Showing no mercy. The other survivors stood behind her ready to take on whatever came at them. Every one of them looked lethal. Even the tiny female.
"Gyo, Terra. Take Kittra to Balkan. You are not to release her until she is in Balkan's custody. Make sure he is aware that she attempted to harm my future queen." I was torn. And not for the reasons that all Drakians watching probably thought. There was anger seething that Kittra had even dared to harm what was mine. Pride that my amazing mate had taken her down so quickly and efficiently. Overriding all of that was lust. I had to physically hold myself back from wrapping myself around my mate and burying every inch I had inside her. Mark her to begin the process of her dragon being born.
Arc was not helping. He was pushing at me, clawing at my insides trying to reach his mate. It was not easy, as the sweat rolling down my back and peppering my forehead gave testament to. But I had a sneaking suspicion that I would be in the same position as Kittra if I attempted it right now. Not a good place for a king to be.
"Yes, Sire," both guards replied in unison, helping to distract me from Arc's insistence that he have his mate now. They each took the arm of the dragon female who was beginning to moan as she came back to consciousness.
My anger at this stupid female rose enough so that I did not embarrass myself in front of my subjects. I was ready to tumble my mate to the floor in front of everyone. There was no hiding the bulge in my pants. "Take her in one of the mobile units. Instead of enjoying a nice flight, she can spend it in an uncomfortable holding cell," I practically growled through my teeth.
Gyo pulled restraints from a pocket at his back and shackled Kittra's hand behind her, affectively keeping her from shifting. As she began kicking and screaming threats at everyone present that refused to obey her, the two guards hauled her out through one of the doors beneath the staircase.
Turning back to the survivors, I saw that they looked relaxed but were poised to strike if needed. They were a cohesive unit and I could not help but admire that. Each of the four lower ranked officers were taking their cues from Kiera. And that was exactly what they were. Part of some kind of military in their world. I wondered what kind of training they had to make them so fluent together. Our dragons fought as a unit but not like this. Our dragons were too wild to be completely tamed.
"How did you do that?" Rokk exclaimed. There was complete awe and respect in his tone.
I stiffened slightly. Rokk would never poach. But I could already see the beginnings of hero worship in the male's eyes. He was already half in love with my mate. Or his dragon was.
The tension in Kiera's face loosened slightly at his eager tone. Had she really thought I would let anyone attack her for defending herself?
"We are trained in many things. Our leaders wouldn't have sent us out if we were unable to defend ourselves." Moving her eyes from Rokk to me, I did not understand the smirk she was wearing. "Rethinking the whole mate thing now?"
Ah. She thought I would not want her after her little display of strength? There was much she needed to learn about Drakians. "On the contrary," I said softly. "We are more compatible than you think." I gestured to the group at large. "Come. We will get you settled. Then we will talk."
I led the way to a set of large doors just to the left of the stairway. The entire time, I had an iron grip on my dragon. He was still pushing to get to his mate. Arc was determined now. His dragon mate would be born and no one, not even me, was going to be able to hold him back for too long. My mate's scent wafted around me as I made sure to keep her next to me as we walked. I almost groaned aloud.
After a moment, the large doors in front of us opened into a somewhat small, enclosed room. The lift doors closed once we were all in. "Fifth floor," I said clearly. The lift began to slowly rise and I saw understanding flash across the survivor's faces. The large male, Mikhail, said something but it was not in Drakian. I found myself frustrated that I could not understand him.
"What did he say?" Rokk asked curiously.
"We are used to speaking our native language," Kiera explained, not for the first time. She must have seen the thunder flash across my face in my frustration.
"My apologies," Mikhail stated. "I was simply commenting on the elevator. It is rather larger than what we have seen before."
"Ah," Rokk murmured. "We have several lifts, or 'elevators'." His pronunciation of the word did not sound quite like Mikhail's. "You will see the others on the tour later. We made them large due to sometimes having large cargo that needs to go from floor to floor. And the occasional dragon that refuses to shift." The last was given with a ruthful shrug.
The lift drew to a stop and the doors opened onto the hallway that looked much like the foyer. The only difference was that the walls here were blue, slightly darker than my own coloring. As had been the case downstairs, the portraits here depicted my family's dragons in various poses. Some regal, some playful. Numerous doors lined the hallway. Rokk stopped in front of the closest door. "Mikhail, this will be yours. In a sect I will come to get you for a meeting so we can get to know each other better. Then we will give everyone a tour to hopefully get you familiar with your new home."
Mikhail's hand twitched at his side before he stepped into his room. I thought nothing of it until I saw it again. As we made our way down the hall, stopping at each door to drop off another of Kiera's crew, each survivor made the same gesture. It was fast and small. The only reason I caught them was because I was watching them so closely. It was amazing that I caught it all with Arc prancing in my head, testing the barrier I had enclosed him in. I knew that if he got out there was a good chance he would do something that I would not be able to correct with my headstrong mate. Something irreversible.
Nearing the last two doors, Rokk opened the next to last door. "Kiera, my Queen, I will return in one sect." I watched as my yellow friend bowed and then turned back toward the lift before Kiera could protest. From the look on her face, I could tell that she wanted to. She turned and walked into the room.
I slipped into the room behind her before she could shut the door. I was craving some alone time with my mate to get to know her better. My mistake was in not realizing that Arc had been testing my mind's defenses. As soon as I entered the room, he burst forth and took control. I suddenly found myself pushed to the back of my mind and was forced to watch as he ripped the bag from Kiera's back and pushed her against the wall beside the door. Kiera's mouth opened to blast me for manhandling her, but Arc sealed my lips to hers before she could get anything out.
The intense burn that had been in my chest since our connection had formed was suddenly an inferno. It spread throughout my body. I could feel her through the bond. Arc was lost in the feel of our mate pressed so intimately against me. There was a moment of shocked hesitation and then Kiera melted against me. It was a strange sensation to feel and hear everything happening around me but not be in control. I was worried he would take it too far. Some things you just should not do without permission. Biting my mate would begin the process of turning her Drakian. I did not want to do that without her understanding what was going on. Dragons tend not to understand that. They saw their mate and that was that. The situation we are in now was explosive.
My hands molded to Kiera's delicious curves and Arc pulled her legs up and around my waist. He began rocking my body against her and my mind was blown. It was becoming difficult to tell if it was really Arc in control or if I was. We were melding together into the perfect Drakian. Male and beast. The dragon's strength and agility with the male's strategic mind and cunning. It was all meshing together and the bond had heat sizzling through my veins. I had heard of this happening before but it was rare.
Kiera's hands slid up my chest. Her thighs gripped mine as though she were afraid to let me go. The friction of our bodies rubbing together and the perfect way she fit against me cemented the idea that she was made for me. I could not keep my tail from possessively wrapping around her waist. She was mine, and I would never let her go.
I could not contain the loud groan when her fingers slid into my hair and her nails scraped lightly along my scalp. I broke my mouth from hers and began kissing and sucking my way down her throat. My aim was the marking spot at the base of her throat where her shoulder and throat met. It was calling me. Begging me to bite and make her mine forever. My teeth teased the spot that I knew I wanted to sink fangs into. Kiera's hips kept in rhythm with mine. Both of our hands were busy learning the other's body. She seemed just as eager as I was. With the movement of our bodies, I knew that if we were not fully dressed, we would be mating right now. Arc was begging for it. I had never heard my dragon beg for anything. This he wanted more than his next breath.
The sudden memory of Kiera down in the foyer taking Kittra down flashed through my mind. Her control of her movements, the lack of hesitation, the fierceness and complete certainty that she would win. It was more than I could withstand. "Kiera, I cannot fight it." It was the only warning I could give her. My fangs sank deep and my body detonated. Kiera's loud cry and her body spasming and shaking around me let me know that I was not alone.