Page 58 of Vicar
It would all vanish.
“Wait,”Thorulf roared after her.“Stop!”
But it was too late.
Somehow, likely because of her Alfheim side, Trinity was able to follow the memory out of the Keep, beyond its protective dome, straight into the Realm. Fortunately, everyone was able to follow her because, as much as she hated to admit it, she could probably use the backup.
“Go,”Jade roared at Vicar as the memory faded.“Get her to the other Alfheim cave!”
“I refuse to run,”Trinity growled when Vicar fell in beside her.“You should too.”Where she had craved Violence before, now she felt rage. A need for revenge that made little sense.“We could end him now. You and I. Then see our pact through.”
“You think I intend to let you usurp me?”His internal chuckle was dark but not quite as sinister as before.“When I can end Violence now for all to see? For all to understand who their true leader is?”
“Leader under Leviathan,”she reminded, gaining altitude, hungry for battle. Hungry to meet the god that had wreaked so much havoc within her. Eager to remember what he had done so she could have her revenge.“Don’t forget that you’re—”
That’s all she got out before she was shifted back to human against her will.
“What thehell?” she roared before she landed on Vicar’s back. Of course, he was beyond thrilled that everybody below had witnessed her disgrace.
“What happened?” she asked, furious.
She tried to leap off him, certain she would shift back, but he locked her down with dragon magic that was stronger than hers in this form.
“It looks like you won’t be battling Violence after all,”Vicar mocked, his amusement infuriating.“So enjoy the ride.”
In his glory, he swooped low, making sure everyone got a good look at her weakness before gaining altitude again.
Or so he thought.
No sooner did he pump his wings twice when a sharp wind shear undoubtedly caused by Thor shoved him back down. So low that his belly skirted the trees, causing just enough distraction for her to break from his magic and leap onto an Alfheim tree of all things.
Almost the moment she fell into its surprisingly soft canopy of leaves, her Múspellsheimr side faded, and her normal half surfaced. In the meantime, shoved down even further by Thor’s furious wind shear, Vicar slammed into another Alfheim tree so hard he got a mouthful of leaves.
“Not good,”Jade warned. She and Thorulf roared green fire at the sky, trying to protect them the best they could.“We don’t need Vicar in that state right now. We need him fighting and getting you to safety.”
“Oh, no.” She’d nearly forgotten what these trees were capable of. It seemed light elves had created them with the sole purpose of disabling dragons via lust. Jade was right. About the last thing anyone needed at the moment was this version of Vicar aroused.
“How am I supposed to—”
Before she got the rest of her words out, she was snagged from the tree, the world flipped upside down, and she found herself lying on the ground staring up at Vicar’s dragon. He lowered his great crimson head down so close, anyone who wasn’t dragon would have had a heart attack. If that weren’t enough, his wings lowered, trapping her in a cave no human could escape.
“Shift back,”he demanded, drugged up on elven magic. His nostrils flared, and his dilated pupils churned with lust.“I wish to mount your dragon.”
“Um, Jade? Thorulf?”she squeaked into their minds.“Thor? Loki?”Trinity remained perfectly still when Vicar’s massive body lowered until there were only inches between them. She stopped breathing altogether when she caught sight of his arousal. Oh, dear God.“Anyone? I’m in a little bit of a predicament.”
“Not if you shift back,”Vicar growled, ignoring the sound of trees snapping in the distance. Blowing off the encroaching danger.“Shift and let me take you, woman.”It sounded like a freight train was heading their way as Violence began filling the woodland.“Let me show you how good—”
“No,” she growled, doing her best to sound like her other self. In control. Fearless. She needed to take charge because everyone else was too busy trying to slow Violence down to help her.
As it turned out, it was easier than she imagined.
“I can’t shift back, or I would.” Fearful or not, she touched one of the scales on his nose. Rather than cool, it was warm to the touch, reflecting his arousal. “You know I would, Vicar,” she said softly, caught off guard by how strongly she felt about him, even in this form. In this personality. She ran her fingers gently over one of the scale’s ridges, and her vision hazed red. “I would take you like this if it were possible.” Trying to snap him out of it, she lent some humor to the situation. “But our pieces just won't fit together.”
Truth told, if they weren't in danger and she could shift back, she would take him in dragon form. And that said something. Sure, she had shifted on occasion back home, but she’d never slept with a dragon in dragon form. It had always seemed like too much. Now? Not at all. She would someday. After they defeated Violence. But not now. Not yet. Not with the monster bearing down on them.
“Shift back, Vicar,” she urged, ignoring the little thrill that went through her when his dragon eyes flared. When he lowered even more. “Fight the pull of...”
Her words trailed off when she no longer touched a scale but his cheek. Thankfully, she had just enough forethought to chant him into clothes before he wedged her thighs apart because the feel of his erection against her center sent shockwaves through her. Tremors of awareness that showed her how aroused she’d actually become. How turned on she was by any version of him. Any form. Enough so that she would have given in here and now. Anything to have him inside her again. To lose herself in how he could make her feel.
