Page 42 of My Dark Obsession
‘Soaring Free-Altivolus Libre’
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We were free.
Soaring higher and higher into the clear sky, I whooped inside like I was a young boy enjoying his first flight once more.
We hadn’t flown in so long, the stretch in our wings, the ache in our neck, the fire in our belly. It was glorious.
I should have known the anger I felt for my Wee Mate would bring my dragon out. His anger had almost trumped my own and boy was I glad he did burst free. Because this was peace, I had my Mate. I had someone to share my life with and my dragon and I were finallycommunicating once more.
We were one, my dragon and I. We were one mind, one soul, one powerful beast with two forms. One Mate that we were already so possessive of.
We roared into the open sky in excitement. My parents would be so proud, so happy that I had found our Mate.
Our Mate.
So dark, so closed off and yet so open to our heat and passion. The way she had moaned against my mouth was the sexiest thing I had ever encountered.The sheer pleasure on her face was now forever locked in my memory; the smell of her arousal had flipped a switch in me, and I simply couldn’t turn it off.
Her soft yet lithe body against my hands, her silky long hair sliding along my skin. Her reaction to my touch. Fates Above, it had been so hard to stop my teeth from sharpening and sinking into that pale neck and thrusting my cock into her wet heat, claiming her as mine for all to see and smell. Our Circle mark would be final, linked forever as one.
But I knew she wasn't ready for that, knew the thought of forever was different in her eyes. Knew she didn't think herself deserving of my need and possessiveness.
I was glad when I saw Bri guide Amaya away from the chaos my dragon and I had caused. The screaming panicked White witches had my dragon chuffing in laughter.
They were always so weak, so reliant on their spells and ‘clean’ living. And I don’t mean healthy foods. I mean unlike misfit shifters, witches thought that if they didn't have perfect control, and people who weren’t seenas ‘respectable’ by the council's standard, werenotfit for society.
The hatred I had for them burned deep inside of me, begging me to set them all alight and then they would have something to scream about.My parents were open to the love ofallsupernatural, as was the entirety of Wisteria. But that was a long time ago now.
Once many years ago, the Dark Witches and the dragons had been close. They had worked together to build a realm for all to gather and be at peace. They made somewhere to go where there was no misfit, no uncontrolled shifter. No ‘purity’. It was a realm for all supernatural no matter what you were.
I grew up in that peace, in the love of all around us. Then came the war, the betrayals, the anger and pain. The deaths.
I watched my realm crumble before my very eyes, I watched the dragons soaring the skies in a panic before my mother pushed me through the portal with all her might. As I fell the portals closed, and with it I saw the dragons fall to the ground and my mother. My beautiful, strong mother. I saw her eyes slide shut just as her last tears fell.
And so I was alone, the last dragon in a world convinced an order was needed. The Council was formed and the realm divided.
My dragon had grown depressed, without our Brood we were empty. Cold. Angry. So very angry.
Until just a few days ago a surge of power had coursed through my veins, and I finally had a reason to smile. To love. Tofly.
I flew to a mountain far from the city, speeding through the old dragon-sized portals and landing with an ungraceful thud on the lush green grass. I shifted back, allowed the power to guide clothing back to my body and stretched my arms above my head, an audible pop in my shoulders making me grin. I was exhausted.
It was amazing to be with my dragon once more. Our bond and love for each other warmed my heart as he internally sent his own devotion my way.
I looked down at the cliff edge, the Mermaid Quay shining in the sunlight. Turning around, I walked to the one and only Wisteria tree right at the peak of the mountain, its branches reaching far and wide. The beautiful deep purple petals and deep brown trunk were so stark against the green grass.
I placed my hand upon the trunk, closed my eyes and breathed deeply, hoping desperately to sense some magic. The dragon portal once resided there. Right where they could fly through and head straight for the skies. Straight into the open space.
Nothing. Nothing but bark and fallen petals.
Sighing, I ran my hands through my hair and straightened my slumped shoulders. I may not have my Brood, my family. But I had my Mate now. Even if she hid from me. But not for long, I'd get her to open up to me, and it was going to be oh so glorious.
I ran and flung myself from the edge of the cliff, spinning so my back was to the water and allowed my dragon to take over with ease yet again.
We had a Mate to get to.
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