Chapter 28: "Little Dragon"

Chapter 28: "Little Dragon"
Birgir:

“They’re so tiny.” Davyn leaned forward with a bright glimmer laced across his clean-shaven face as soft knocking caught our attention. Looking over our shoulders as mom and dad sneaked in with bright smiles, a soft glimmer of joy flashed across their grayish blue orbs as they leaned over gently caressing their tiny heads.

“Perfect.” Mom cooed softly as she cupped Ash’s tiny cheek, looking over all six with a Cheshire grin bigger than the cat himself.

“Mom, Dad, meet Daniel, Tate, and Ash Silverfang… and Mateo, Josiah, and Luca Whitepaw.” All four us smiling proudly as dad snapped his eyes up with a bright gleam of peace and joy, placing a gentle kiss to mom’s temple.

“The next generation of Royal Guardians.” Pap spoke softly from the door, surprising us all as we looked up to see him and mam standing peacefully in the doorway as mam wiped a few stray tears from her cheeks. Standing quickly, engulfing him in a massive hug as mam checked on Onyx and Jun sleeping peacefully, looking more relaxed than earlier.

“You would be relaxed too, after pushing a boulder out through a tiny pebble sized hole. Fucking Barbarian.” Shehad growled angrily in our links causing bits of muted chuckles to escape our lips behind our fists as the boys squirmed and whimpered with pouty, powder pink lips and soft olive-porcelain skin like their mother.

“You boys stay here. We will tend to the girls, while you take care of your new babies.” Mam tickled the tip of Mateo’s nose, causing him to smirk brightly with his toothless gums against her soft humming coo. Mom stood next her, wiping away the stray tears that trickled from her bright eyes as they fixed their soft dusty blue blankets around their scrunched necks, tickling them gently with kisses to the temples.

“Stay out of trouble.” Mam pointed her finger towards us, gasping in mock shock with playful fists and arms to exaggerate our hurt, while pap and dad chuckled softly behind us with perked brows.

“You “boys” have grown so much. Especially you two.” Pap pointed his fingers at me and Davyn, knowing how hard our exterior matched our interior, until…looking over our shoulders at Onyx as she shifted softly in the mangled medical bed, resting her perfectly sculpted face against her lifted fist.

“She’s ours.” Our dragons purred darkly with us as Shehad rested her horned head against her front legs, shaking out her girthy pearlescent black scales with a puff of smokey soot.

“Ours.” We spoke proudly, grabbing one another’s shoulder as we huddled together smiling like the goofiest group of drunk Cheshire cats.

~ Week Later~

The rebuilding was coming to an end and the castle turned out better than we had originally planned. Plenty of room for all the dragons and more to accommodate future couples and their families.

“B, hold up.” Mikkel called to me as he dashed down the Moroccan themed grand hallway, sliding to a stop with a dangerous smirk laced across his face. Motioning to the architect to give us a few minutes, watching as he strolled away with his assistant as Mikkel patted my shoulder firmly.

“You ready. She has no idea.” He growled playfully, smiling brightly at his comment as our surprise anniversary rolled into action, waving to the architect and his assistant as we took off. Appearing outside our bedroom chambers, overlooking the fairytale inspired landscape of the Dragon Realm with its majestic waterfalls licking at the lush green forests as the radiating purples and blue ocean waves crashed into the misting rocks of the shoreline.

Glancing quickly as Davyn rounded the corner from the nursery with a thumbs up, pushing open the massive double-oak doors painted in a majestic mural of the Realms. Basking in the blanket of sweetness as her buttercream and gingersnaps enveloped us in a walking euphoria.

“Onyx?” Davyn called out to the grand room decorated in lush silver drapes, rich purple velvet reign chairs, black lacquered furnishings with crystal candelabras decorated along the room. Peeking into the spa styled bathroom with matching décor, finding no “Onyx” but her scent was strong like she had been here but was now gone.

“Her and Jun where just here.” Sniffing the air as Mikkel walked over to the four-poster black lacquered bed draped with black sheers and deep hues of silvers and purples. Piled with various pillows that Onyx, insisted she have when she decided to decorate our room after one of her trips to a Burlesque Club with Celia and the girls after Mara.

“Oh Yeah!” Ejder and his brothers purred darkly, smirking darkly at the images of her tied up to the posts with purple silk scarfs, squirming around against the silver silk sheets as we teased and caressed her olive skin with feathers, leather floggers, and hot wax, licking along her post-pregnancy curves as she moaned out our names in a dark euphoria.

“Birgir!” Snaping my foggy eyes to Davyn as they stood with lust driven smirks, flicking a red envelope with a black waxed seal of our Royal Crest, laying on the plush gun metal and purple velvet duvet as the dragons roared in laughter, I knew what a duvet really was.

“Oh, I guess our “Little Dragon” has her own surprise.” Smirking darkly, feeling the tingling rush of static creep along my twitching muscles as Mikkel picked-up the envelope with a quick swipe of his claw as the black wax crumbled to the plush black and silver swirled rug. Studying his facial features as his tight-line, bearded jaw ticked upwards in a tilted smirk, flipping over the letter for us to read it.

~My Trouble Three~
Two years to this date, something magical happened. You.
So, in recognition of this special day, let’s play a “game”.
Rules are simple. Follow my lead and everything will be GLORIOUS.
One more player will join your search, where our souls became one.
Love you more than the Universe.
~Onyx~

Smelling the crisp stationary as knocking drew our attention to Dirk poking his head in with a confused expression, holding up a letter like ours as his black loafers thudded softly across the gray-washed hardwood.

“Well, look at you “Mr. CQ”.” Davyn chuckled softly, walking around his lean, muscular frame dressed in a crisp white button-up, gray Armani slacks, Italian leather belt with his family crest and the loafers; let me tell you about the black Armani loafers he sported with black diamond Fox Heads dangling from the smooth leather band across the top.

His long silvery-white locks, now short in a side-buzzed tussled beach look making him look like an anime God with those crisp cobalt eyes burning straight through the soul, melting your insides with the signature side smirk as he leaned back on his heels with his hands partially shoved into his pockets.

“Thanks. Feel like a “Fucking Prick” dressed in this, but it’s a special night.” He smirked at our side glances as our dragons rumbled from the shadows in amusement.

“It comes with the “Job”, but you’ll get use to it real fast.” Licking my lips thinking about the way Onyx’s starburst eyes glimmer and shift when she drinks in our “business” attire with a predatory stalking as she walks around us, adjusting and straightening out flaws we miss.

“So, this says to meet with you. What’s going on?” Dirk laughed lightly, handing us his letter with “Join the Trio. Love Junko.”

“Well, I guess our ladies have a surprise planned, so let’s begin our hunt.” Grabbing his shoulder as we misted to the cabin in the middle of the forest where we became “one”, and experienced mind-blowing euphoria that still sent shivers up our spines.

The cabin was blanketed in a heavy layer of snow as the rustic, red door creaked open to a soft fire flickering against the dimly lit cottage styled cabin as we turned down the hallway, smelling her lingering scent with a soft tickle of apple as Davyn picked up the identical envelope with black wax crest, smiling as the letter folded open in his muscular fingers.

~My Trio~
The journey is far from over.
This place is special in every aspect of our existence.
The darkest and brightest days followed from here… until?
Reunion.
Love always and forever.
~Onyx~

The trembling thump of my heart sent my body into a strange tingling euphoria as we studied the letter, looking around the bedroom where Mikkel made love to Onyx for the first time, unleashing something wild and sincere within her as we experienced her soulful embrace. Clenching my chest to steady my rapid heart that fluttered and jutted against my ribcage as Dirk leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest with a smartass smirk.

“She’s a silent romantic.” Mikkel hummed softly as he trailed his finger over the quilted comforter that embrace her beauty for the first time, catching Davyn staring at the glass shower with a growling grunt as he adjusted himself with a firm hand.

“Next stop, if you please.” Mikkel bowed with his hand against his chest and the other stretched out like a formal greeting of a Royal. Smacking him across the head as he snapped his eyes up with a devilish smirk.