Chapter 54: My "HERO"
Davyn:
Knocking pulled me from my fucking euphoric sleep with a low groan, shifting Onyx from my arm with a pouty face, protesting silently in her sleep.
“I will barbeque, whoever, pulled me from my mate.” Druk grumbled darkly, slipping on sweats as the knocking sounded again with an eye roll of disgust.
Unlocking the bolt as Byron nodded to follow him, slipping away with a finger held up.
“Birgir” “Mikkel” I linked them to keep from disturbing Onyx sprawled out across my side of the bed that I had to vacate.
“What?” They both replied grumpily as their bodies tensed under closed eyes.
“Don’t wake Onyx. Byron is outside.” I laughed silently with Druk as they held up middle fingers, groaning softly as they pulled away from Onyx.
Quickly covering her exposed backside, looking at the golden symbol on her back with the other markings, gently kissing her temple as the other two kissed her free hand dangling over the side of the bed.
“This feels different.” Mikkel laughed in link as Druk made a scoffing from the shadows.
“You think.” Birgir laughed back with a smug smirk.
Slipping out into the hallway as Byron gave us a large, twinkling smile as we quickly pulled on our shirts.
“Have fun?” He laughed darkly as we slipped through the quiet mansion, down towards JR and Max’s office.
Taking a quick glance at the girls snuggled together in their crib, while Amelia tended to a few pups fussing along the back wall.
“Yes!” We laughed in unison as JR and Max rounded the corner with dark smirks, slipping into the office.
Byron quickly closed the door as Max poured us bourbon’s, pointing to take a seat on the sofas. Nodding as he handed us our glasses, sliding down into his chair with a laid back pose.
“Unconventional.” Druk laughed darkly as he examined Max, who was a wolf-bear but like a big brother we never experienced.
“We felt like you should hear this first.” JR leaned forward with a stiff elbow planted firmly into his knee as his other hand, twirled the dark amber liquid with a deep expression.
“Something is wrong.” Druk growled lowly as Birgir and Mikkel side glanced me with a straight expression.
Nodding in agreement with my brothers as JR and Max exhaled deeply into their bourbons, draining the dark amber liquid in a hasty gulp.
“Mam, Pap, and Nana are missing.” They growled lowly as Druk huffed a deathly snarl.
“What do you mean “Missing”?” Mikkel leaned forward, downing his bourbon with a soft slam of the glass against the black walnut center table.
We just woke-up, reconnected to our mate and now this…FUCK!
Clenching my jaw tightly, feeling the heavy weight sink slowly as they shared the same expression.
“We wanted to make sure first, so Lea and I went up to the Colorado house. Anna and Ben are missing also, but nothing was out of place.” Byron exhaled with a dark expression as his glass stopped briefly before downing the bourbon with a dark, chesty grunt.
“What about Mom and Dad, maybe they went to their house, or Vancouver.” I grasped at invisible straws as Birgir and Mikkel side glanced with a cocked brow.
“Long Shot.” Druk grunted lowly.
“So, supportive.” Scoffing back at the gloomy clouds that rolled in through the somber veil of darkness.
“Already talked to them. Your parents are settling in the remaining dragons and foxes that Nana helped shelter after their rescue by Viviana, your Grandmother. They haven’t spoken to them in a few days.” Byron smiled softly with a twisted confliction as our breaths faltered for a second, before exhaling a heavy breath of anxiousness.
Druk was quiet in the shadows with the momentary shift in weight, or soft grunt as he listened intently.
“Exactly how many?” Birgir laughed lightly as Max refilled our drinks with a tilted smirk, and those bulging forearms covered in detailed artworks of colors and shadows.
“Thirty dragons and their fox guides. Weirdest thing about the situation, all the females are pregnant.” Byron perked a knowing brow as our eyes snapped to one another.
“She’s more powerful than we thought.” Druk grumbled lowly from the shadows, piquing my curiosity.
“Who?” I asked in a quizzical mock tone, sipping my bourbon as the warmth slid slowly down my throat.
“Onyx, who else, “Numb nuts”.” Druk rebutted with an eye roll felt across the room.
“Well, Shehad is an original along with you three.” I laughed darkly, receiving a chesty grunt with a small flickering ball of silvery-black fire.
“Don’t get “cutesy” with me. Shehad might be an original, but it’s the Dragon bearer who impacts the species.” Druk grunted lowly as his brothers started chattering incoherently from the shared link.
“Interesting.” Birgir grunted in link, perking a tilted smirk as JR, Max, and Byron watched us silently conversing with our dragons.
“So, what you “three” are saying is that Onyx is that powerful to effect all dragons at once.” Mikkel laughed lightly as we shared the same shit eating grin.
“Not just Onyx, how familiar are you with identical dragon siblings. Mainly Triplets. Very Rare.” Ejder grumbled darkly, feeling privileged he joined in on our group pow-wow.
“Don’t get use to it, this is different.” Ejder growled darkly as Birgir chuckled at his dark mood.
“Only a true set of identical triplet males, can bear “us” the “Silverfang Triplets”.” Volos huffed lowly, flopping loudly to his girthy side.
The peaked amusement between us was shared equally with the dragons, smiling their weird toothy smirks as their eyes glowed a haunting greenish silver.
“Back to the issue at hand, our grandparents and Nana.” I interrupted weirdly, feeling shameful for not sticking to the subject at hand.
“Kano and Zek took them.” Volos spoke matter-of-factly as his tail swished heavily with a deep growling grunt.
“ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!” We jumped in a rage as large, goliath hands gripped firmly to our shoulders as the walls pulsated in a raging surge of energy.
“Easy. What’s going on?” JR spoke firmly as their eyes searched for any clue to our conversation that resulted in our outburst.
“Oh, just our dragons informing us that Kano and Zek are the reason for their disappearances.” Mikkel threw his hand in the air, exhaling a shaky growl as Max nodded in understanding, snarling with his own conversation.
“Bait.” Birgir snarled lowly as he paced around the large floor-to-ceiling window, draped in the darkness of night as the fireflies flicked and flashed throughout the south lawn.
Knocking sounded as Dirk appeared in our link.
“Its Dirk.” I spoke calmly, feeling my body aching to shift and soar high into the moonless sky as Byron unlocked the door.
Dirk stepped in looking tossed and disheveled as he rubbed away the grogginess that laid heavily across his face.
“Everything okay?” Dirk cleared the husky sleep from his voice as Max handed him a bourbon with a quick jab to his shoulder.
“Bro Love. So beautiful.” Mikkel laughed with a short huff, mock wiping tears from his eyes.
“Suck a “Dick”.” Max laughed darkly, flexing his forearms with a narrowed gaze.
Laughing at Mikkel’s shocked expression as he gripped Birgir’s shirt playfully.
“Brothers, I am appalled.” Mikkel playfully fainted into my shoulder.
Shoving his head from my shoulder as Birgir elbowed his ribcage with a low grunt.
“Sorry, Big Guy, I don’t swing that way, but I have heard many stories.” Mikkel wiggled his finger at Max, receiving a low grumbling grunt as JR gripped his shoulder.
Their faces morphing into sinister smirks as they linked silently.
“Mikkel.” Birgir warned in link as Mikkel smiled at Max, jumping into his arms like a damsel in distress.
“My “HERO”.” Mikkel hummed in a mocked females tone, kissing his cheek with a loud smacking sound, laughing at the comical display of idiocy between the two.
Max had this weird glimmer, flash across his eyes as Mikkel poked his chest fluttering his lashes at him. Mid-laugh Max crashed his lips into Mikkel’s, gripping tightly to his cradled body as Mikkel mumbled incoherently.
A loud smack of their lips parting, followed by Mikkel thumping to the floor with an aspirated moan had us rolling in dark laughter.
“WHOO! Big Daddy just knocked my knickers into “Gushing”.” Mikkel jumped up with a flirty flutter of his lashes, cupping his hands together like a love struck fool.
“Are you sure he’s not “fruity”?” Druk laughed darkly, catching me off-guard as my chest burned in desperate need of oxygen as laughter rolled freely from the gut.
Druk flopped in dark laughter, vibrating my subconscious walls.
“Careful “Buttercup” Max is too much beast for you.” JR patted Max’s chest with a sultry wink, adding to the violent gasps for oxygen.
Dirk was crying in a curled ball, slapping his palm against the gray leather sofa arm as Birgir roared in laughter, clenching to the back of the sofa.
“Alrighty Boys! That’s what I wanted to hear.” Mikkel clapped his hands together like a cheerleader, posing with his fist to his hip pointing at us with a flirty wink.
“Stop Him. Please!” Druk roared louder, watching Dirk jump from the sofa into a flying chest bump, landing on a knee with a wink and his fists on his hips.
“Come on “Boys” plenty of spirit to go around.” Dirk and Mikkel slapped palms, not breaking from the pose with playful bating of their lashes.
“We don’t know you.” Birgir pointed a shaky finger, catching his breath with a bright red face.
“I guess that means more “Onyx” for us.” I smiled darkly, slapping Birgir’s high-five with a sly wink to the “Cheer Squad”.
“Mikkel, you moron.” Volos growled darkly in our link as Druk and Ejder hissed in laughter with bright flickering of their green orbs.