Chapter Thirteen - The Storm
Dell
I am left a little disappointed and confused by Cyrene’s sudden departure. Everything seemed to be going well when she suddenly took off. I wonder if it is wise to continue with her. It probably isn’t, but she seemed different today. She was still Cyrene, but a more toned down version. When I went to drop her off, she had remained silent all the way, her eyes closed, her head resting on the headrest. Had I done something? Had she changed her mind suddenly? Or, was she genuinely not feeling well?
I turn off the lights and get in bed. The second I fall asleep, I am jerked awake by heavy banging on my door. I rush out to the door and open it to see Cyrene standing there.
“Are you drunk, Cyrene?” I ask, annoyed. “I am really starting to think—”
“You did this to me,” she howls.
“I did what? Come inside and talk, don’t make a scene.”
“You impregnated me!” She points an accusing finger at me.
“I…what?” I am at a loss for words.
“I am pregnant,” she barks.
“Are you sure?”
She throws four pregnancy test strips at me. I pick them up, two of them have two pink lines, one has a plus sign, and one says ‘pregnant.’
“Is it mine, are you sure?”
She comes to attack me, but then suddenly lurches forward, pushes me aside and runs to the bathroom. I hold her hair as she pukes. When she is done, I ask her to calm down and take her to my bedroom.
“Here,” I hand her a glass of water. “You are probably dehydrated.”
“I am pregnant, Dell,” she says. “My life is over, my career ruined.”
“Nothing is over or ruined. Are you sure the baby is mine?”
She looks at me accusingly. “No one has fucked me bare in years. I haven’t had sex in months. It is most definitely yours.”
“What do you want?” I ask.
“What do you want?” She replies, looking at me seriously.
“I think you already know what I want, but I won’t force you either way.”
“What do you mean? It’s your baby.”
“And yours too, but it’s not that simple, so you have to decide what you want first.”
She remains silent and ponders, then reaches for her purse, brings out her phone and dials a number.
“Erin, I am pregnant,” she says.
“Yes, the father is Dell…No, I am sure,” she replies. “You have no faith in me,” she barks into the phone.
“Cyrene, calm down,” I say, patting her on the shoulders.
“Erin, how is this even possible, isn’t this an abomination?” I start laughing as she says that. She shoots me a pissed-off look.
“Okay, I’ll talk to him,” she says, snapping the phone shut.
“Erin says I should talk to you,” she tells me. “Well, I am talking.”
“It is not an abomination,” I tell her. “You aren’t the first, this hasn’t happened for the first time. It is quite normal,” I say.
“So what, my baby will be a witch dragon cross-breed?”
“Your baby can’t be a witch,” I remind her. “It skips one generation.”
“So it will be a dragon,” she asks.
“Yes,” I nod. “But you can’t have the baby unless you become a dragon first.”
“What the fuck,” she flails her arms around.
“To lay a dragon’s egg, you have to be a dragon first. And you are not a dragon, Cyrene.”
“What if I don’t become a dragon?”
“Then you die.”
“How do I become a dragon?”
“You need a mate, someone to turn you, but it has to be someone you want to spend an eternity with. Dragons are bonded forever.”
She pauses to think, then looks at me. “I think you already know the answer.”
“Cyrene, with you I never know anything. That’s what draws me to you and keeps me on edge.”
She smiles and I get my answer.
“Besides,” I add, “dragon blood has strong magic. Your witching capabilities will be greatly enhanced, coupled with dragon powers.”
“Let’s do this, then.”
“Not here,” I say. “And not now.”
“What now, then?”
“Now,” I say, pulling the straps of her top down, “we make love.”
***
I pull down her skirt and she shimmies out of her panties. I unhook her bra and she pulls down my pants. I push her against the wall, holding her hands and a feeling of Déjà vu hits me. Only this time we are both naked.
There’s a fire in her eyes and a thirst, a hunger, a need for passion. She wants to be controlled. She gets on the bed on her back and waits for me with her legs open. I know how to please her in ways she doesn’t yet know of.
I lube up my cock, pour lotion over her shaved pussy and push in very slowly. Her pussy is tight, enveloping my cock in its warmth. I push in a little deeper, moving around with my hips, searching her face, going deeper, pulling out, trying again and again until she gasps.
I hit her G-spot. A little in and a little up and I have her in a frenzy, going wild, wanting more. She orgasms and I shoot just looking at her, as her pussy tightens around my cock and her body relaxes.