Chapter Sixteen
Long into the night, the Giresun herd gathered in the manor’s dining room. Edmund’s mate Cassandra leaned against his arm, her eyes drooping. Sigurd and his mate, Ashlyn, flew in at Blake’s request.
Olivia’s father would arrive in a few short days to witness Jacques and Olivia’s exchange of vows in the island church with Father Armand to make it official.
Jacques refused to give details on his mother’s location, Emily punched him in the arm. “Spill.”
He pressed his lips together, shaking his head. He wiped Margaret from his mind. He didn’t even want Olivia to reach into the depths of his thoughts to know what he had done.
Blake laid the silver horn on the table like a centerpiece.
“You shouldn’t have taken away his right to challenge Aunt Margaret.” Emily whispered.
Jacques reached up and touched his lip, healed from where Blake had punched him earlier. He leaned into Emily, “It was never to come to that.”
“You knew of her plans all along?” Sigurd swore, “You dirty fury!”
Ashlyn kept Sigurd in his seat. “Jacques is a spy not a cohort.”
“Spy?” Olivia asked.
Jacques squeezed her hand. “More like an informant to ensure I had information from both sides.”
Edmund stood and helped Cassandra to her feet. “You played us.”
Jacques shook his head. “It matters not. Margaret is gone.”
“For now.” Sigurd crossed his arms.
“She’s alive?”
Jacques looked Ashlyn square in the eye and answered her question, “She’s gone back to Freya.”
“Then she’s dead.” Blake picked up the horn from the table, tapping it in his hands.
Olivia’s sweet face scrunched up in confusion. He kissed her nose. “Why don’t you head up to your room and get some rest. I’ll join you soon, Princess.”
“I am staying. I want to know what is going on.”
He pushed a strand of hair from her face, relieved she wouldn’t leave his side. She had no idea how much it meant to him for her to stand beside him.
“Not exactly.” Jacques said.
“What do you mean ‘not exactly,’” Sigurd leaned forward on his elbows, his shifted eyes pinned on Jacques.
“He means she’s gone to Freya. She’s not dead, nor is she alive on the earth.” Blake put the horn down.
“No…” Emily whispered. “She couldn’t have. My mother always told me once Freya sent the dragons as a gift she would never take them back.”
“Just another twisted gossip from before our time.” Edmund shook his head. “It matters not. She’s gone. We’ve proof of challenge won there in Blake’s hands.”
“Yes,” Cassandra yawned. “Now Blake can step forth and persuade the counsel to come out of the dark. With both Aunt Laurel and Aunt Margaret gone, Emily has the right to step in and take leadership of the Dragon Keepers. They’ll support the changes. It’s been a long time coming.”
“And it’s been a long night.” Ashlyn rose and pulled Sigurd to his feet. “You’ve a room in this place? I’m not flying across the ocean twice in one day.”
Sigurd grunted, “Let me show you the way, baby.”
“We’ll continue this later. It’s not over.” Blake told Jacques. And he didn’t blame the Giresun Pendragon. Unanswered questions still hung over them. Not all the pieces would ever fit together, but enough to ensure a future between the generations of Dragon Keepers and dragons would become acceptable.
Olivia leaned into Jacques. He could hear her soft whispering thoughts. I missed you. I love you. Ever since he took her in his arms in the garden earlier he could scent her arousal.
Later he would have a talk with his dragon side about detecting her scent a little sooner. Later. For now, he planned on taking her up to her room and planting himself permanently in her secret garden.
Emily touched his arm as they all went to leave. “I know what you did.” Her eyes glinted as she said, “Thank you.”
Jacques throat tightened. He pulled Olivia along with him out of the dining hall. At the stairs he pulled her along taking the stairs two by two. She giggled, a husky, lust-filled, sound causing his manhood to swell.
“Which way?” He asked at the top of the stairs.
Olivia pointed. “Third one on the right.”
Inside her room, Jacques didn’t waste any time. He pulled her blouse over her head. “I need you Olivia.”
“Always.” She reached back unhooking her bra as he relieved her of her shorts and panties.
For a moment, Jacques couldn’t breathe. “Your beautiful.”
A deep rosy blush crept over her. Running his tongue up to her ear, Olivia reached for his waist band. “Your turn.”
She didn’t have to ask him twice. With his lips never leaving hers, he unbuttoned his pants, let gravity pull them down, and sent them along with his boots flying.
Laying her down on the bed, she got a silly little grin on her lips. “What?”
She curled her finger, beckoning him closer. “Come here.” Grabbing Jacques, he leaned over her and she took over his lips. Olivia’s scent, her frenzied kisses sent him overboard. He didn’t have to reach down to know her secret garden had opened for him.
He wanted to take it slow, worship every inch of her. His hand slid up to find a plump breast to fit against his palm. She arched to press against him.
“Princess…”
Her hips rose to meet the jump of his cock. He found the head sliding down her silk folds, parting the gates, and seeking entrance. All intentions of taking her slow went south as Olivia thighs spread wider inviting him to sink deep inside her.
“Yes.” She grabbed him by the hips thrusting him to the hilt. Jacques groaned, his eyes rolling back into his head. Her wet heat squeezed around him. “Olivia, wait.”
“I can’t.” She moaned, rocking her hips.
Panic seized him. They hadn’t talked about babies. Taking a risk once, but twice… He reached down holding her hips in place. Starting to withdrawal he looked for his pants. Feeling him start to pull back from him, Olivia dug her nails into his flesh. “I forgot to grab my raincoat before entering the garden.”
Those stormy blue eyes swirled with confusion, he leaned forward, touched his forehead with hers. I want to make babies with you. As many as you want, but first I want to enjoy you.
And there it was, that slow sensuous smile on her lips. She dotted his face with kisses, thrust her hips against him to keep them joined. “Good, because when Daddy said I had to marry Zoltan, I got one of those insert things. We’re good for a couple years.”
“Then let’s not waste a moment.” Jacques started to thrust in and out of her secret place. Olivia moved along with him in a mating dance from the beginning of time.
Her whimpers and moans urging him faster. Her wet heat squeezed him, but he held, waiting until he felt her garden walls tumble before releasing his seed.
She clung to him as he left her ride out the aftershocks of their love making. He rolled her on top of him, giving her the time she needed before he took her again. This time Jacques planned to take her slow, after all, they had a lifetime ahead of them.
THE END
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