Conjuring Dragons, Chante Francis [free novels to read .TXT] 📗

few years.

            I heard the bathroom door click open, but I didn’t turn, and kept my focus on rearranging the things on our dresser. He snaked his arms around my waist, and I leaned back in delight. All night my body had been hot for him, the passion growing with every breath and standing here in our room with him all alone and practically naked wasn’t making things any easier. “Jason.” I whispered quietly, and felt his arms tighten around me briefly before he spun me around and let go.

            “Good night Jypsie.” He said with a ghost of a kiss against my lips before he climbed into our bed. With my back to him, I reached up and touched my lips lightly, before turning and jumping on him.

            “Whoa! Wh--” I smooshed my lips to his aggressively, effectively shutting him up. His hands find their way to my butt, and he starts groping me. I moan in his mouth as he squeezes me hard and bites my bottom lip roughly, but not so hard that I bleed. I try to sit up, while straddling him, so that I can admire the chest I’ve been fantasizing about, but one of his hands shoots up and holds my head in place near his.

            There isn’t much space between us, but there’s still enough for me to run my fingers all over his upper body.

            “Jypsie.” He moans as I tweak his nipple, which just drives my passion even deeper. I have to have this man.

            He was the only thing on my mind, having him body and soul was the only thing going through my head, that is, until he started lifting my shirt over my head. As soon as it was dealt with, my lips were immediately back on his, the fire between us growing hotter and hotter by the second.

            His tongue brushed up against the roof of my mouth, and that’s when I realized that it was in fact in my mouth. Soon as that thought registered within me, his tongue was gone. He flipped us over so that he was on top, and while I was trying to regain my bearings from the fast movement, he stopped kissing my lips.

            He instead, left a trail of phantom kisses across my jaw and down my neck, barely making contact with my skin until he got to my chest. He cupped my right breast and began kneading it while he sucked and teased my left.

            I reached to pull his lips back up to mine, but faster than I could blink, he had my hands pinned above my head. “J- Ja- Jason!” I panted out on a moan as he slightly bit down on the erect bud. I bucked my hips into him and arched my back to give him more access. He let go of my left breast and trailed his hand lightly down the left side of my body to my panties, his mouth slowly following down the center.

            He let go of my hands and slowly trailed his right hand down to my hips, opposite my other hand to start playing with my panty line.

            Just as he started slowly inching my panties down, the door flew open and a large dark silhouette of a stranger flooded into my room, he was fully armed.

 

Chapter 14: Crack

Chapter Fourteen

 

 

 

            He turned to us to say something, but unfortunately we never got the chance to hear it. As soon as he opened his mouth to utter a word, a spear cut straight through his upper torso, slid through his heart and effectively ended his life.

            "What the fuck?!” Jason yelled sitting up, but I had other things on my mind and pulled him back down. I flipped him over so that I was on top and began kissing his lips.

            He squirmed beneath me and seemed to be trying to say something so I moved my lips to his jaw and trailed kisses down his neck instead. He began speaking and I felt the strong baritone of his voice reverberate through his body, which caused me to tremble with need, “Jypsie, sweetheart, you have to stop.”

            Had I been paying attention to anything he was saying I would have felt the mood of the situation take a turn for the worse, but I was only paying attention to the way his voice made me feel. His words went through one ear and out the other as a parent’s does to their child.

            “Jypsie! Stop!”

            “Why?” I couldn’t help but whine, he was interrupting something beautiful. Ignoring my passion completely, and giving all of his attention, attention that should be directed at me towards some bloody hulk of a man bleeding onto our clean white carpets.

            “A man was just killed in our room, and now his blood is soaking into the floors. I know you’re under the influence of a few very strong aphrodisiacs, but you can’t tell me that it doesn’t affect you.” I nod my head, “Not even a little bit?”

            “Why should it? He’s dead, and we can always just get a new carpet, or hard wood floors.” I mused between kisses placed in various places on his neck.

            I felt Jason’s jaws move under my lips as he was about to say something again, but someone else cut in instead, “Are you kids ok?” His mom asks not looking at us, but looking at the dead guy.

            “Well considering there’s a dead man in the room. Bleeding through a hole in his chest. With a spear sticking out of his back. I’d say we’re just peachy!” Jason says, sarcasm dripping from his every word.

            “Good to hear.” His mom replies as she places her foot on the man’s back and begins pulling the spear free looking like a warrior princess instead of the innocent slightly childish woman she usually does. “Get up, get dressed and let’s go.”

            This time I’m the one who speaks, “Why is it, that every time we try to get intimate someone always has to interrupt!” Jason rolls to the side and removes my legs. Making it look easy despite how strongly I’m clamping them around him.

            “Don’t worry baby. One of these days it’ll happen.”

            “Not in this house it won’t. As soon as this is over you’re renting a nice clean hotel room somewhere far away from them and we are taking care of all this built up sexual tension. Is that clear Jason?!”

            “Yes ma’am.” He salutes me before running into the closet.

            I turn to his mother and she’s wiping blood off of the spear and onto the dead guys back. “Get dressed.” She demands me without looking up from what she’s doing.

            I sigh and go into the closet too. Looking around at all the clothes, feeling hot and hopeful I decided on a short skirt, a tight V-neck shirt designed to make the girls look good and a very cute pair of high-heeled boots. “You’re not wearing that. Put on something practical.

            “Jason.” I whine.

            “Jypsie.” He responds.

            “Fine!” I snap at his back as he goes back into the room. I change into pants and sneakers.

            “Jypsie hurry up! We don’t really have time to spare!” I rushed out of our closet to see Rebecca standing in the doorway looking out next to a fully clothed and shoed Jason.

            “Now will you tell me what’s going on mom?” He held his hand out for me and I quickly walked over and grasped it. He turned to give me an apologetic smile for the earlier interruption, but it wiped off his face quickly as he looked me up and down.

            Just by looking into his eyes, I could tell that he approved of the new choices, but that the mood had also been revived a little. He pulled me into his arms and leaned down to kiss me but froze in mid descent by one word from his mother. “Hunters.”

            Before I could even open my mouth to ask for more details, I was pushed behind Rebecca in the hallway. I turned my head to ask Jason what his problem was but he was different, and I don’t mean he had changed his clothes or that he was no longer Jason. I mean his eyes were that of a dragon’s, his shirt was gone and his shoulder was covered in shiny black scales.

            He looked extremely intimidating and a lot bigger than the last time I saw him. He dropped his gaze to me because I wasn’t moving and his pitch black eyes had my knees going weak, if it wasn’t for his heightened speed I would have fallen to the ground.

            “Is she alright?” Rebecca asks looking back at me briefly before pulling a vial out of one of her pockets. She hands it to me and Jason makes me drink it. Disgusting. He ignores me and we continue on towards the stairs.

            “I think so. Where are they? What’s our current situation?” He asks as he follows his mother, supporting my full weight with one arm.

            “They’re all over the place. The attack seems like it’s been planned out to a great extent, and they move around like our town is their very own backyard. I fear that someone may have betrayed us to them and told them our town’s layout, including things not available in public records.” Another armed man pops out of a dark corner near the stairs and takes aim at Rebecca. Jason quickly raises his free hand and sends a ball of electricity into his chest. He’s dead before he hits the floor.

            “Chad.” I whisper quietly while clinging to Jason’s side.

            “He’s at the top of the list of possible informants, but he couldn’t be the only one working against us. The hunters seem to know too much. I’m afraid we have a traitor somewhere in our community.” Rebecca says as she looks down into the fray of dead bodies strewn all over the first floor. Jason gets close enough so that I can see a group of men standing in the living room staring at the broken front door; they all look like they’re waiting for something.

            Just as I open my mouth to ask a question, a group of armed men and women burst through the doorway and everyone except us is locked into battle. Rebecca sighs and walks backward a bit before turning and leading us back down the hallway.

            She leads us to a room near the back of the house, and closes the door behind us. She then starts tapping various spaces in the floor searching for something.

            I turn my attention back to Jason as his grip on me tightens to a painful hold, and see him staring at the floor in front of us in deep concentration. I reach up and stroke his cheek, his face slightly relaxes under my touch, so I lean up and kiss his cheek hoping it’ll have a much stronger effect.

            His grip on me loosens and he turns to me. “I need you to promise me something.” He whispers in a guttural strangely animalistic voice that gets me hot all