Chapter 9: Memories

Davyn:

“Morning, sweet girl.” Mom smiled at her as she held her hand out to her with a soft glint in her expression.

Onyx smiled softly as we slipped past her with winks, closing the door quickly behind us as Birgir and Mikkel broke out in dark laughter.

“Jesus! How awkward was that?” I laughed darkly as the shower roared to life with the steamy goodness of gingersnaps and buttercream lingering seductively in the air.

“How awkward is it that we are in here fixing to jerk our rocks-off, while mom is out there with our mate?” Birgir smirked darkly as his finger tapped his clean lined, bearded jaw.

“We are so “Fucked”.” Mikkel roared in laughter, dropping his head under the pressured stream of steaming water, snickering as his gaze looked between me and Birgir.

Instant softness as mom’s angry expression, flashed though my head thanking the “Fucked-up” Gods for interrupting my morning glory. Banging on the door, caused us to flinched in awareness.

“Wrap it up. Breakfast.” Mom shouted through the door as soft laughter echoed through the door with a soft click.

“Great! She monopolized our mate.” Mikkel grumbled darkly, hurrying up with our shower as we quickly dressed and descended the stairs with smiles.

“Mom made waffles ala mode.” Birgir smiled darkly from behind as we rounded the corner to Onyx playing with Zara and Zarek, while Lea and Byron sat at the table smiling brightly.

“That was quick.” Mikkel laughed with a snarky hitch as his finger drifted smoothly between Onyx, Lea, and Byron.

Growling lowly, smacking Mikkel’s finger out of my way, feeling the anger boil to life in the pit of my stomach.

“What the “Fuck” Davyn!” Mikkel growled lowly, twitching his lip with a dark glint in his eye.

Slamming him back into the timber wall with a dark rumbling grunt, feeling my flame flicker evilly across my tongue.

“That…should…be…us.” Each word rolled from my tongue with a dark hiss.

Birgir placed his hand on my shoulder, shoving it away as Mikkel tumbled backwards. My feet carrying me up the stairs, through the attic into the weather tower overlooking the snow hazed bay.

Exhaling darkly, sitting on the stone ledge as my body shook in rage.

“That should be us.” I growled loudly, feeling the urge to shift and soar through the hazy sky with no fucking cares in the world.

Calm Davyn. Calm.

Exhaling deeply, feeling the frosty flakes, sting in agony again my boiling lungs. Huffing smoke as my head dropped back in a heavy sigh, seeing Onyx standing in the doorway with a scared expression.

“Shit! Onyx, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted like that.” I looked over my shoulder, turning my body slightly causing her to jump back a step.

“Come here. I won’t hurt you.” I smiled softly, holding out my hand to her to come sit with me.

Her hands twisted in her shirt as she looked down at the wood planked floor, avoiding direct eye contact. Exhaling deeply, jumping up from the ledge with a chuckle as she squeaked. Her hand was trembling in mine as I directed her to the ledge, helping her to sit down.

“Sorry. You startled me.” She signed with a weak smile as her eyes sparkled against the frozen dancing flakes.

“Mikkel just speaks his mind, not expecting any kind of blowback.” I laughed lightly, catching a snowflake on my finger, watching as it morphed into a tiny water droplet.

“Mikkel? I’m talking about the smoke you exhaled.” Her hands snapped the words with a sharp fluidity, catching my heart in my throat.

“Shit! Onyx they’re things you need to know, but I don’t…“we” don’t want to push you.” I exhaled deeply, feeling my heart summersault wildly in my chest as her gorgeous onyx eyes looked at me deeply.

“Dragon.” She signed slowly, looking at my eyes with a piercing gaze like she could see my deepest thoughts.

“Wait! You know?” Mikkel spoke excitedly from the doorway as Birgir smirked at us with a sly wink.

Onyx jumped slightly but smiled warmly as Birgir and Mikkel walked towards us.

“How long?” Birgir laughed softly as he and Mikkel sat down behind us on the ledge.

“Last night. Had a flashback of large, black dragons with beautiful yellowish-green orbs. Three identical dragons spitting green flames.” Onyx smiled softly as her eyes danced between us with excitement.

“Is that what scared you in the shower?” I asked her, watching as the color paled in her face, shaking slightly as we grabbed her hands and cheeks, directing her focus on us.

“We would never hurt you. You’re our “one” Onyx. No one else.” Birgir spoke calmly as he kissed her hand softly.

Onyx shook her head, pulling her hands back with a determined expression etched across her face.

“That’s not what scared me. The Crimson dragon with black orbs and razor teeth, scared me shitless.” Her hands moved rapidly as her face replayed the memory with fear.

“Language.” Mikkel laughed as Onyx playfully shoved his shoulder with a classic “Fuck off” gesture.

“Do you remember where?” I asked laughing at them sticking out their tongues to one another.

“No, just that I have seen wolves, human-wolves, foxes, dragons and a symbol flashing through my dreams constantly.” She smiled as Birgir cupped her chin playfully.

“Symbol? Like these?” We smiled brightly as we pulled our shirts off, exposing our twitching pectoral muscles with our mate mark.

Onyx gasped in excitement as her fingers traced along the three dragons circling over our heart. A sharp snapping of electricity, shot through my chest with a low hiss of excitement.

She pulled her hand back in shock, grabbing it gently in my hand, placing her tiny hand back over the mark, feeling her body shake to life. Mikkel and Birgir purred darkly as our marks began to glow a soft purple hue as Onyx closed her eyes with that breath taking smile of hers.

“Do you want to see?” I asked softly as her eyes trailed up my chiseled chest, licking her pink lips in delight.

She hesitated as her head shook “yes”, looking between us with shit eating smiles as we stood slowly. Reaching for our waist bands as her head snapped away, covering her blush stricken cheeks with her trembling hand.

“Close your eyes.” Birgir laughed softly as she nodded her head.

Looking between Mikkel and Birgir, counting to three as we jumped from the tower.

“Look!” We shouted happily as our wings glided us over the snow stricken bay, swooping up into the hazy snow blown sky.

Barrel rolling back down, seeing Onyx’s bright eyes flicker in amazement as we swooped up and over the tower. Her squeak sounded timid as she held down her shirt against the massive bursts of our wings, gliding back around landing softly on the rooftop mid-glide.

“That was awesome!” Mikkel hooted into the sky as he fist bumped me and Birgir.

“I feel alive.” Birgir laughed lightly as he danced around on his feet like he was gearing up for a fight.

The energy was strong as Onyx stood in complete awestruck, star dazed, however you want to put it, but she watched every inch of our bodies as we approached the tower.

“She’s not shying away.” Birgir linked us as her eyes grew darker, wilder with each stride.

“Don’t scare her.” I laughed softly, reaching for my jeans that laid beside her feet on the ledge with a quick wink.

“Am I a Dragon too?” Her hands signed each word with a new energy sparked to life in her eye.

“Yes baby, you are. Only way to be mated to a Dragon is to be a Dragon yourself. No cross-breeding, No hybrids.” I spoke softly, slipping on my jeans as we stepped back into the tower, shaking the dusted snow from our bodies.

“Breakfast.” She signed happily as she pointed to Birgir to kneel down, crawling up on his back with a devilish smirk etched across his face.

“Wait! What about me?” Mikkel pouted softly as we followed behind Birgir carrying Onyx laughing softly.

“How about dinner? You can carry me then.”She signed as Her smile lit up the gloomy overcast left behind by the weather as our hearts thumped to a new rhythm.