DOMLEN
I’m truly impressed. This she-wolf is not only hot, she has guts. Not many beings, human or supernatural, have the courage to face down an angry dragon. She ran right toward me, and here I thought I’d have to drag her away by the hair. I like her submission, but she did call me dragon boy again.
“Tempest, so nice of you to take me up on my invitation,” I say calmly, never taking my eyes off Corbin.
“Well, you didn’t give me much choice, Domlen. I don’t particularly like the idea of my family or my Alpha dying while attempting to keep you away from me,” she replies sarcastically. She is such a sassy little vixen.
Corbin turns and growls at her. I see her bow to him with her head bent low. It’s truly fascinating to see one man control so many. They submit to him freely, even if they don’t agree with his decision, and I know Tempest does not agree. It’s obvious in her body language but she closes her eyes and sighs.
“She’s coming with me, but I’ll bring her back unharmed,” I say confidently. As I speak the words, I still can’t believe they’re coming from my mouth. I know I don’t love this woman. In fact, I’m sure my mother’s vision is wrong. Nonetheless, I want more time with her. I can’t really explain it other than maybe I’m just curious, but regardless, I need more time with her.
“She’s not going anywhere with you, dragon. She told me about your wicked mother’s vision and you will never have her,” Corbin snaps.
“Oh, I beg to differ. She is coming, and as you can see, she wants to leave with me.’ I glare at him and continue, “You’re beginning to really piss me off, wolf. I suggest you take a step back before I make an example of you.”
The wolves move closer, growling and gnashing their teeth. I feel my beast respond to the threat as my eyes change to a fiery red. Tendrils of smoke escape my nostrils and a growl rumbles loudly from my throat, drowning out their feeble attempts to intimidate me. If Corbin wants a fight, I’ll give him one he’ll never forget. I will never back down from a bunch of dogs. They’re nothing more than playthings and pets for humans. Who do they think they are? They should know better than to challenge a dragon, especially a Draglen dragon.
Corbin turns to Tempest who raises her head and looks at him beseechingly.
“Tempest, you don’t have to do this. Don’t be afraid. We can protect you,” Corbin says, trying to sound more confident than he is.
“I’m not afraid, Corbin. You have to trust me. I know what I’m doing and can take care of myself. I’ll be okay.” Tempest looks over at me and rolls her eyes…again. Naughty little wolf! I can’t help but grin at her defiance.
“Are you sure about this, Temp?” her Alpha asks.
“Yes, Corbin, I’m sure. He doesn’t want to harm me. He only wants…” she hesitates and raises her gaze to look him directly in the eye. I’m not sure why she paused but the two of them appear to be sharing a private conversation, one I can neither hear nor understand. Whatever it is, I don’t like it. I’m not accustomed to this kind of behavior from a female.
Tempest looks away and walks to my side.
“So, Domlen, are we going to dinner or what?” she looks up at me and asks saucily, placing her hands on her hips.
Corbin starts pacing angrily while several other pack members, who have now shifted back to their human form, try to hold back the guy that tackled Tempest. He’s screaming obscenities at me, but I ignore him.
I smirk down at Tempest and narrow my eyes. I want her to know I remember her earlier little faux pas. Yeah, I’m a real bastard. I’ll use any excuse I can find to spank that luscious ass of hers.
“Well, at least you didn’t say dragon boy… this time, but don’t think I’ve forgotten about your earlier slip. And one thing you’ll learn about me, Tempest, I’m a man of my word.” I declare with a big grin.
I quickly pull her into my arms and activate my portal device. As we vanish from sight, I hear the loud howls and growls of her pack. Such sweet music… I win again!
***
Tempest fell asleep in my arms during our trip back to my family home in Paradise Valley. Well, sleep may not be a slight misnomer. I think she fainted from all her screaming. Apparently, she’s never been transported using a portal device. That could be because we’re the only ones on Earth who have them. What can I say? It’s good to be a Draglen.
I made myself some tea after tucking her into my bed. Now, for some inexplicable reason, I feel compelled to sit here and watch her breathe. I was beginning to get a little worried but, thankfully, she’s beginning to stir.
“Finally, I thought you were never going to wake.”
She blinks rapidly, then jumps out of the bed and glares at me, her breath rapid and ragged.
“What the fuck was that? Did you just pull me through some magical portal?”
“Yes, Tempest, I did. Please, calm down.”
“I’ve heard about them but I didn’t think they were real. Don’t do that shit anymore, at least without warning me first.” She sits down on the edge of the bed, stands back up, sits down again, then looks up at me and asks, “Are you going to take me to dinner?”
I stand and reach for her hand but she pulls away. Okay.
“No, but I am going to cook for you. Please follow me,” I reply.
She still doesn’t take my hand so I turn and walk out of the bedroom. I hear the sound of her feet shuffling across the floor behind me. When we reach the kitchen, I wave my hand at one of the bar stools, indicating for her to take a seat.
“But I thought you were taking me out,” she grumbles.
“Well, that was before you called me dragon boy again. You do remember my warning, right?”
“I’m not afraid of you. And if you think you’re going to get into my panties, you better think again,” she declares brusquely.
“I think you should have a seat, Tempest.”
She turns up her cute little nose and sighs, but takes a seat at the counter.
“Do you have any beer?”
“No, but I have some wine. Would you care for a glass, Tempest?”
She huffs out a big breath and glares at me. I can’t help but smile at her candor. It’s refreshing and rather charming… and not at all what I’m accustomed to.
“Will you please stop saying my name like that, so damn proper and correct. Shit, just call me Temp like everyone else,” she snaps.
“Let’s get something straight. You don’t tell me what to do. We’re not going out because you defied me and I’ll call you what I wish. Didn’t your parents teach you any manners? Don’t mistake my calm demeanor as weakness. You should respect your elders and let me be very clear, I am older, stronger, wiser and a hell of a lot more deadly than you, Tempest.”
I walk over to the refrigerator and pull out a bottle of white wine, then open the cabinet and take out two wine glasses. I fill both and place one in front of her. She looks at me with what almost appears to be regret, then slowly raises the glass and takes a cautious sip. Apparently, she likes my taste in wine because she lifts it to her lips again and takes a big gulp. I give her a big grin.
“You don’t have to be so uppity. The wine is good, but I still don’t like you.” She says and gives me an evil look. Damn, she’s feisty.
“Why are you here then?”
“Well, I guess you’re not the sharpest knife in the drawer because anyone with any sense would know why. I’m here for the sake of …”
“Don’t you fucking lie and say it’s for your pack or family, Tempest, because I know better and so do you. You’re here because of your dreams and let’s not forget our shared visions. You want to know if having sex with me could be as good as you envisioned. Let me assure you, it would be even better, if I so choose. I’m still undecided.”
Liar, liar, pants on fire!
Yes, it’s a big fat lie, but I know saying I’m undecided will push her buttons and a pissed off Tempest is truly an amazing sight to behold.
“Fuck you, Domlen. I’m willing to admit your fucking visions are hot, but you are so far from the truth. Why all these ridiculous mind games? Why are you doing this, huh? And please don’t say it’s because of your mother. Why did you really seek me out? And what do you hope to accomplish? Why cause all this trouble for someone you don’t even know? You’d have to know I would not respond well to threats against my family and pack? Let me assure you, if you think my cherry is going to be popped by a dragon, you’re dead wrong.” Tempest finishes her little tirade by raising her glass and taking another gulp.
WHAT THE FUCK?
I can’t stop staring at her. First, she has the audacity to speak to me in such a manner. I have killed people for less. Second and more importantly, she just confessed to being a virgin. What the holy fucking hell? I can’t be with a virgin. I don’t have time to be all gentle and nice. That’s just not me.
This little nugget of information has changed the entire situation. I thought I wanted to spank and fuck her, but I don’t have the patience to be a teacher. And I’m never tender and gentle which is what a female needs her first time. Or at least that’s what I’ve heard. Holy shit! She’s a wolf for crying out loud. I thought she would have been with at least a couple of males at her age, but not a single fucking one? Oh, hell no! This is not something I can overlook.
This ain’t happening!
“You’re right, Tempest. After dinner, I’ll return you to your pack and you will never see or hear from me again,” I say calmly.
Saying those words is a lot more difficult than I thought it would be. Tempest had such potential as a submissive. I would have enjoyed playing with her for a while, but I don’t want to deal with all the complications that would come from taking a female’s virginity, like her becoming too attached and falling in love with me. No, no, no… I can’t have that. No way… no how. I don’t want a Wella. Well, at least I know my mother was wrong and I can’t wait to rub it in her face.
I look over at Tempest, who is now glaring, her features a mixture of sadness, anger and disappointment. Why is she looking at me like that? She’s the one who has been fighting this from the beginning. I finally give her what she wants and she decides to pout? I don’t think so. Not only is she going home, so am I. I found the dog my mother was so concerned about, but now I can reassure her the wolf and I will never be together. I need to get back to Kalin as soon as possible and find another Giver.
“Wow, you take me away from my pack and cause all this trouble just to give me a glass of wine, then declare you will never bother me again. Do I also win a car because this sounds like some sort of game? Where are the hidden cameras?” Tempest demands, her annoyance showing on her still beautiful face.
Stop it Domlen! You have to stop thinking of her as beautiful.
“Fine, a car it is. What kind would you like?”
“What? Are you serious? What’s the matter with you? You can’t say things like that, fuck with people’s minds and then just move on.”
“Watch your mouth, Tempest. Don’t speak to me like that. I can do whatever I damn well please.”
She grits her teeth and growls, “Take me home, now. I don’t want your damn car and I certainly don’t want your food. I can eat at home. Obviously, I’m not good enough for a dragon to even take out to dinner. You’re just too ashamed to be seen with me.”
“No, you’re going to eat and then I’ll take you home,” I snarl. I’m a gentleman and I’ve never not fed a guest in my home.
“Domlen, you’re really starting to piss me off. I would hate to rip this house apart, but I will if you don’t take me home.”
“You keep that little wolf under control, Tempest, or I’ll be the one pissed. And there will be no ripping this house apart,” I growl.
“Well, take me home, kidnapper, because my wolf wants out and she will rip it apart.”
She stands and starts to remove her clothes. Damn, her legs, hips and ass are fine. Oh, kill me now. Her breasts are magnificent. Without a doubt, she has the most gorgeous body I’ve ever seen.
Stop it Domlen! Don’t look!
I cannot allow her beauty to affect me. I must not focus on her perfect body, not with her threatening to shift into her wolf. I turn off the stove and quickly close the distance between us, towering over her much smaller frame, but the devilishly little she-wolf is not the least bit afraid. Well, intimidation doesn’t work, so I’ll try something else.
“Please put your shorts back on, Tempest, before you do something you’ll regret,” I plead softly. Her body is radiating waves of pure sexual energy. I’m desperately trying not to touch her but her scent is so intoxicating, I can barely stand.
“No!” she retorts stubbornly.
She drops down on all fours and begins to shift. I try to stop her but quicker than I can blink, the little vixen has changed into the most stunning white wolf I’ve ever seen. Unfortunately for me, it’s also a very pissed off white wolf which is more than a little obvious by all the growling, snarling, and snapping. The little devil is actually trying to bite me. I try to stifle a grin, but I just can’t. What a woman!
“If you don’t change back, Tempest, this is going to end badly for you.”
She doesn’t listen but in my heart, I knew she would disobey me. Shaking my head, I cautiously move toward her. The little spitfire runs from me, bounding across the room wildly, ensuring to knock over vases, tables, and chairs. She even manages to rip several pictures off the wall.
I lunge and grab her by the scruff of her neck, dangling the naughty little she-wolf precariously above the floor.
“Calm down, Tempest. You’ve done this to yourself.” She continues to snarl and bite at me, but I’m much stronger than she is, even in her wolf form. She has no way of knowing, but I enjoy rough play and her struggling only arouses me more. I carry her down to the lower level I had built especially for my Givers. My private area looks quite different than the other parts of my home. I can tell instantly when she becomes aware of her new surroundings.
I can smell her fear.
I slam the door, lock it, and let her go. She races to the door, clawing, and growling fiercely. Anyone else might be afraid but she doesn’t frighten me.
“You’re in my special playroom… my dungeon. How do you like it, little wolf?” I raise my arms to encompass the room and pause for dramatic effect, giving her time to truly appreciate her position, then continue. What can I say? I’m a true artist and I do love to show off. “I warned you, Tempest, but you didn’t listen. Now, it’s time for Domlen’s way. But first I need to get you under control.”
She backs into a corner and begins to whine. How cute! I pull a leash and special expandable collar from the wall, walk over and fasten it around her neck. The collar I designed myself, another one of my brilliant inventions. I’d like to say I escort her to other side of the room but that would not be entirely accurate. Oh no, my little wolf is determined not to cooperate, so I drag her to the opposite wall. I snap the leash onto a ring welded to the wall which also has leather cuffs and chains attached. I’d like to put her in the restraints but I can’t until after she shifts. I don’t want to hurt her; I just want to spank her.
Her wolf starts to howl pitifully but she must learn not to challenge me. I do feel a little sorry for her… okay, maybe a lot, but when she started this with her little temper tantrum, she had no clue with whom she was dealing. Now, the only thing she will receive is a spanking and I’ll still take her home.
She accused me of playing games. Well, I’ll show her games. She must be held accountable for her disobedience and bad behavior.
Let the games begin!