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Her Dragon

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By Sharlene AlbaPublished 5 years ago 15 min read
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"It doesn't matter," I insisted, as soon as he closed the cabin door behind him, sending a cold draft throughout the eerie place. Its been in my family for many generations, and the residual energy crawling out of every crevice was slowly seeping further into my skin every second I stayed in here.

My powers were growing. Just like they warned me.

Ancestral magic combined with blood magic was a lethal combination, and I was pretty sure Drago had just figured that out. Judging by the look on his face anyway. He always looked angry, mostly at me, during every lifetime we've ever spent together. And I'm sure he figured that out as well, if the red glowing slits of his eyes were any indication.

"How can you stand there, and tell me what you are doesn't matter? What we are?" Drago growled, but I squared my shoulders, and tilted my head up to meet his scorn-filled eyes. Most creatures in our realm would bow down to such intimidation; his aggressive animalistic nature, but not me. I made sure of it when I returned to Salem. He shouldn't be able to go into full dragon or werewolf form unless he managed to touch me, or managed to take off my amulet. Which I would never allow him to do. Not willingly anyway.

Our flesh touching would cause a shift in the supernatural world, and I wasn't about to start a war over our physical attraction towards one another.

Not again.

"We came here to finish what we started, Drago," I reminded him, and turned my back to him, heading towards the kitchen to finish the rest of my sandwich.

"Which version of us are you talking about exactly? The one that started the Trojan war, or the one who accidentally caused a hurricane to drown half of New Orleans?" he replied angrily, and I rolled my eyes in response.

Of course I felt horrible about those tragedies, and I've been working non-stop since my recent reincarnation into this vessel to make sure it didn't happen again. And to avoid working with Drago. Bad things happened whenever our weaknesses got the better of us.

"Those were accidents," I offered, lying through my teeth, as I washed down the last bite of my sandwich with a bit of pomegranate juice.

"Yeah, tell that to the millions of lives we accidentally killed, babe." He answered sarcastically, and his anger was getting contagious. My skin tingled, causing goosebumps and hair to rise on the back of my neck. He was standing close to me now, way too close, and the electricity my powers were shooting through my veins was getting harder to suppress. Meeting here, at this old cabin where we’ve managed to meet during each and every one of our past lives suddenly felt like a bad idea.

"Don't call me babe," I warned with a snarl, straightening my posture when I felt his heated body growing closer and closer to mine.

"Or what? You'll throw me to the Banshees?" he said, his voice lowering to an irresistible low growl, his earthy scent enveloping me, distracting me as its done more times than I'd like to admit.

"No. Apparently they've had enough of you too," I taunted, swallowing hard when I turned around to free myself from his entrapment. His light, coffee brown eyes were back to normal, no red slits in sight. Only pure lust, and a hint of something else. Something neither of us could ever really keep hidden for long. No spell or curse ever did. Trust me, I've tried them all.

"How about you? Have you had enough of me?" Drago asked, as I watched him lean in closer, our lips seconds away from devouring each other.

"Stay mad at me. Please stay mad at me..." I begged, using all the will power I had left, and concentrated on psychically attacking him, weakening his animal brain long enough for me to make my escape.

But when he crossed his arms, and cocked his head to the side, staring at me, I froze.

Why wasn't it working?

"It wont work this time," he mentioned proudly, grinning from ear to ear, like the cunning wolf that he was, holding up the purple stone that had just been hanging from my neck.

Damn it. How did I not see this coming?

"You don't understand, Drago. The things we can do, especially if we get together... in that way... it'll make things so much worse than they already are." I tried to explain, remembering all the innocent lives buried under ten feet of dirt because of us. We’d been standing here a hundred years ago, on this very spot, covered in the blood of our fellow warriors, losing a futile battle against the human supernatural hunters. They’d been stronger then, well-informed, by whom I have yet to find out.

"What I understand is that things are always going to go to shit, no matter what we do. The feud between our families has proven that. We're the last of our kind, and the Nephilim hunter will stop at nothing to eliminate us." He spoke, striding across the room towards me.

"Which... is exactly why we need to focus. Find more rogue Nephilims to join us. Build an army strong enough to take the leader out." I reminded him again, hoping he was processing this, because the way he was looking at me wasn't reassuring me whatsoever. He looked like he wanted nothing more than for me to surrender to him, pull back my guard and let him in. I hated that I was cursed to love this dragonwolf more than I could possibly afford to. And love, in the end, had always been the leading cause of our demise.

"The army can wait. We can't." He whispered into my ear, the blood boiling in my veins slowing down to a stop, my heart dropping to a few beats. I could feel he was in his true human form now, vulnerable to me. My powers could work on him now, even without the amulet. And it would be super smart of me to use them now, get away, run before we made another colossal mistake.

"This vessel I'm inhabiting, is she all you want?" I asked as my skin almost melted while his lips hovered over mine.

"Vessel? You make it sound like you're an alien. And they're usually not as beautiful as you." Drago used his charm well, and I hated him for it. It was hard to stay mad at him for long. We both possessed that inconvenient trait.

"Flattery will not get you inside me," I teased, whispering into his ear, causing him to chuckle. I watched as he pulled away from me slightly, bringing out my amulet, placing it around my neck, and securing it.

I looked up at him in confusion, wondering what was going on inside that head of his.

"For what I plan on doing to you, you're going to need all the witch juice you can find." Drago explained, his smirk causing me to punch him straight in the stomach.

And I used all my witch juice for that one too.

He laughed harder, crouching down in front of me in pain. I held onto my amulet tighter, letting its energy flow through me, and I used it to send Drago flying into some old leftover exposed brick wall.

"Careful, babe. Your demon is showing." He teased as he struggled to gain his balance, while he stood up from the floor.

"I'm counting on it," I countered, sending him up flying through the ceiling. I took the opportunity to escape this time. Running out of the cabin and into the woods behind it. It was still dark outside so I snapped my fingers, while holding onto the amulet, letting my ancestral magic give me nocturnal vision.

My heart was pounding when I heard something rustle above me along the trees. My vision hadn't adjusted well enough to see what it was, but I already knew. Drago had been taken by his dragon form, and he was circling his prey.

Me.

I rested against a tree, trying to catch my breath, then turned to start running again, but it was too late. Drago had already started building a ring of fire with his hands and I was in the center of it.

"We don't have time for this!" I yelled, swallowing hard as I watched his glowing red eyes simmer down to a dull orange color.

"If we come together, they wont be able to stop us," Drago informed me, and I shrugged. I did know that. I also knew the last time we tried that, we almost wiped out our entire realm.

We had too much bad blood swimming in our veins, and our rogue nature didn't help. The rules we have within our communities were created for a reason, so that dangerous hybrids, like him and I, wouldn’t cause a domino effect that could potentially extinct our kind for good. Letting the spark between us ignite a fire that couldn’t be put down, until we ended up killing each other, just wasn’t worth the risk.

And I’ve consistently repeated this to myself daily, but my common sense seemed to disappear whenever Drago was in my midst.

"Drago..." I started, and paused when I saw he was in his human form again, the fire lowering down to a dim light surrounding us, as he made his way towards me.

"I promise I wont screw it up this time. Let me show you," he said, his determined gaze putting me at ease, before his hand reached to touch my cheek. I flinched slightly when the fire and electricity inside me raged back to life, causing my hands to grip at Drago's leather jacket. I could see the purple glow emanating from my eyes, from the reflection in his, and I grinned.

The magic vibrating from my amulet was nothing compared to the energy Drago provided me with. My white magic fueled me most days to heal, protect those I cared about most, the blood magic only resurfacing when my anger surpassed my common sense, but this... this eternal bond Drago and I seemed to share, since the beginning of our lineage, was more powerful than anything I'd ever encountered. It was dangerous and irresponsible, and I despised that my love for him wouldn’t allow me to breathe long enough to stop what was about to happen.

"There she is." Drago mentioned, smirking before he took his lips and crushed them unto mine. My body responded accordingly, pressing against his, as he pushed me up against the tree, letting my hands remove every piece of clothing on his burning body. My cold hands seemed to bring his body temperature down to normal long enough for my fingers to admire all the dips and curves of his chest, his exposed back, the deep V-line dipping into the lower half of his human body.

I smirked when he shivered, as I started to stroke him, pressing himself into my hand, biting his lip and trying to control the hungry wolf inside him.

I didn't want him to control it this time.

So I used my lips as weapons and kissed all the way up to his earlobe, biting down on it hard enough to make him howl into the night. Grinning, his glowing hazel eyes pierced through mine, as his hands tugged down at my skirt and ripped apart my shirt, exposing the hardened nipples he'd caused. His tongue darted out of his mouth to lick his lips before he lowered himself onto my breast, licking, sucking, pulling lightly with his teeth, slowly building the tension waiting to burst inside me.

While my hands were busy squeezing at his behind and tugging at his hair, his lips left my chest, and continued their way down my stomach, growing closer and closer to my quivering thighs. Sweat trickled down my back, and my eyes opened when I felt the heat around us growing, the fire suddenly back to its original tall flames surrounding us, growing angrier.

Drago was getting stronger too.

But none of it mattered as soon as I felt his tongue dip inside me, circling my clit. I tugged at his hair hard, and it only made him stroke and circle his tongue faster, causing my toes to curl, my back to arch and press against his mouth.

And of course, Drago wouldn't be Drago if he didn't tease, so he lifted his mouth up and kissed his way back up towards my neck, and grabbed onto my thighs, lifting them up and wrapping my legs around his waist. His eyes held mine briefly, his body pressing into mine, but not moving, while his hands wrapped my arms around his neck before he placed a tender kiss on my cheek.

"Hold on tight, babygirl. This might hurt a little," he warned softly against my ear and I laughed, holding onto him tighter.

"As if you could ever hurt me," I challenged with a grin, and he rolled his eyes at my cockiness, before he thrust himself into me. He anticipated my loud moan, so he covered my lips with his, and let all my cries vibrate through him with each plunge. When I felt my back begin to bruise, I quickly sent him flying towards the wet leaves underneath us and made my way towards him, straddling him while I raised his hands up and over his head. We were equally matched in strength now, so I was able to keep him down long enough for me to conjure up some rope, and use my magic to tie up his hands.

"Don't look so worried. I won't leave you here naked and alone." I teased, running my hands up and down his chest, smirking at his worried expression.

"Its the blue balls I'm worried about. Go on, do your worst," he challenged, lifted his head up slightly and I chuckled, leaning down to kiss him slowly, letting my tongue explore his mouth, before I reached down to put him inside me once again. I bit down on his lower lip and laughed when he started whimpering like a puppy.

It was the most adorable sound I'd ever heard.

So I teased, rocked my hips up and down, in slow circles, until his whimpering became loud howls again, and his anger returned, turning them into low growls.

"Take this rope off me. I need to touch you," he demanded, and I responded with a grin and a quick nod before snapping my fingers, causing the rope to disappear. Drago didn't take long to reach for my hips, grinding me down onto him. Both of our hips crashed into each others, slow at first, picking up the pace when I arched my back and gave him more access to the slickness in between my legs.

"Are you trying to kill me?" he barked, pulling me into him, harder, faster, stretching me as he thrust into me deeper, my inner walls wrapping around his thick shaft, causing him to groan deeply against my chest.

"It can be arranged." I answered, biting down on my lower lip, when I felt him slow down his thrusts, and his hands made their way towards my cheeks, making me look at him. My heart skipped a few beats, which I knew he heard due to his heightened wolf senses, and it made his lips turn into a smile. I rolled my eyes and kissed him.

We didn't have time to talk about affairs of the heart. Sex was much easier to deal with.

Sensing I was getting uncomfortable with his tenderness, Drago switched positions, lifting me up on all fours, and gripped at my hips. He teased at my opening before he slipped inside me from behind and let out a low moan, placing a small kiss on my lower back. His hand gently gripped my hair as he slipped in and out of me, and I took the chance to roll my hips, grinning when he howled again. The ground began to shake beneath us, thunder and lightening filling the sky above, and I knew what it meant, what troubles lied ahead of us, but we were too far gone to stop now.

I switched positions again, dragging him on top of me quickly, my legs wrapping around him tightly when I felt him dip inside again. This time, we both moaned loudly up into the angry sky, and the shaking dirt beneath us. His hands held onto mine, and our foreheads rested against each other as the constant waves of pleasure flowed between us, around us, enveloping us into a brief moment of paradise.

The fire burned down to ash around us, and the ground stopped shaking long enough for us to catch our breath. It was my turn to hear Drago's heart skip a few beats when he held onto me against his chest. He wasn't about to let me out of his sight. I knew him too well.

"If you're thinking of running, just keep in mind I'm faster than you," he reminded me again, and I smacked his chest, causing him to wince.

"Woman, do that one more time and I swear I'll-" he started and I smacked him again, not taking his threat seriously.

"You'll what, wolf boy?" I challenged, and he laughed, pulling me towards him again, kissing my temple.

"Keep teasing, and you'll make me burn the whole forest down." Drago threatened and I smirked.

"Save the rage of a thousand fires for the Nephilim leader. He’ll be dead soon enough." I reassured him, discarding the impending feeling of dread pooling at my stomach, warning me of this final fight where our intertwined souls might die for good this time. But he was my dragon, for better, or for worse, even when death was just at arms length, and a hundred soldiers were ready to put an end to our forbidden love. It was no longer fate that kept us apart, our perseverance was now in our own hands, and we had no choice but to fight until all of our kind was free to love whomever they pleased.

And that was always a war worth dying for.

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Sharlene Alba

Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry MissBeautyBargain Facebook: grungefirepoetry

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