CHAPTER FOUR: Beautiful beast

Kade mentally kicked himself in the ass for sounding so imprudent and stupid. What was more embarrassing was having the audacity to introduce himself to a dragon Lord who must surely question breath he takes.

A smirk escaped glittering his whole manly exterior. Built like a Greek God before his eyes made him almost question his whole existence.

‘’Kade.’’

His name rolled out of full lips and he almost groaned in pure frustration, his fingers seeking his warmth. Confused he debated whether to flight or give into carnal desire, thankfully the Lord Donald voice disturbed the pending war.

‘’Well then Kade what do you suppose we do.’’

This man made him enjoy the sound of his name and the double innuendo did not go unnoticed to him. The invisible forces kept trying push him towards the dragon.

Fighting those invisible forces he stepped back, forced another step back and regrettably before he knew it his back connected with the painting that captured is attention. Before his eyes the real man still gazed directly at him.

‘’The scroll. I need to know whether my father is involved with recent string of events.’’

The man stalks over trying to not spook the skittish dear in front of him, the man’s back connected with the picture Brandon wondered the universe intention for delivering such a perfect gift. A gift wrapped in chocolate with soft lips and an immaculate ass that made his dragon shudder in need.

‘’Give me reasons to give you my scroll.’’

Nervous and slightly uncomfortable Kade slips from the forming cage his heart beating a hundred kilometers per hour his sensors begging him to fall into wanting arms.

‘’Lord Donald I have-‘’

the large dragon captured his hand and his eyes drilled to his own and did not lose focus. Exploring more to his puzzling carnal desires, than focus on his father’s devious plans. 

‘’You can call me Brandon.’’

A Lord would never allow anyone below their status to address them by name unless permitted, family or mates. Knowing that he has been permitted by the hot dragon darkened his skin and a flush broke heating the tip of his ears. The heat broke his focus, until all he wanted to do is-

Clearing his thoughts he pulled back his hand and the cocky grin an irremovable force as he let him go. The sudden loss of his touch made him frown in more confusion and he shook it off, focusing his attention on a matter at hand seemingly less important by minute.

‘’We need to protect humans and other supernaturals from the massive storm coming.’’

 The man’s smile kept throwing him off filter and his dimples are sure to his downfall, pulling back Brandon nods.

‘’Tomorrow at eight make sure you ready.’’

‘’You are yet to demand your price.’’

Kade stopped the man that made him believe, he would end at nothing to get what he wants and in this case it could be anything but only one word came out his mouth before he disappeared into the darkness.

‘’You.”                

*****

‘’All they said was the fairies from the east have been wiped out and queen taken...’’

They said simultaneously both not missing a beat.

‘’So we back to square one. We don’t know what he is planning. Could there be another person masterminding a plan?’’

For the first time truly worried, and actually considering Brandon’s glorified self-sacrifice idea. Truly if the dragon needed handy work done or a new butler he could find someone with more experience than him. Seeing the contemplation bothering his mind Cassidy stops her research and turned to him.

‘’How did it go with the dragons?’’                 

Her eyebrows bunched and dropped in concern when the silence stretched. Trying to put to word what happened, no they needed a step forward so he decided to lean towards the good news.

‘’Brandon has agreed to show us the scroll, tomorrow.’'

Heat sang through his body the moment he said his name and the change did not go past his sisters.

‘’Lord Donald’s son. He was present and told me to address him by his name.’’

He said it under his breath hoping in vain they change the topic.

"You met the son?" 

"What do you think of him?" 

‘’How does he look?”

“Do have an idea what this means?”

 “When do we get to meet him?’’

“How was the clan’s sanctuary?”

“You met with the Lord Donald himself!”

“Can you also address him by name?”

“Wait what is his name?”

“Answer!”

One shot after another he did not even see which mouth each question came from, his mood changed and went back to business.

Realizing they said what had to, and the fact they will not receive any answer from him they decide to speak amongst themselves. As he walked out he ignored their speculations and walked off with a lot in mind.

He decided to clear his head with a long dive, in his BMW Mercedes he purchased days before his twentieth birthday. At the age of nineteen he moved out of the headquarters to a three bedroom apartment where he was currently heading.

Sensing a change he felt like he was being followed, changing course he drove through the woods to prevent humans from seeing his abilities and to give his mind sometime to strategize for the uncertain attack.

Stopping at clearing he stepped out of his car to face the possible threat and forbid this threat would be his father. A cry sounded and a large dragon, hopefully glammed from human eyes circled above him.

‘’Impossible.’’

He awed. Instead of the dragon going on the offence it eventually land before him and the current lit up more than his heart. Still standing star struck he studied the scaly patterns, his feet moving before his mind could process it, he found himself face to snout.

The glorious beast did not move nor did it snap its jaws, instead it sat there patiently waiting large slits following his every move. Green and hazel focused on his every step, breath, beat and every trimmer of sheer delight.

‘’Is this a dream?’’

He wondered aloud not really expecting the dragon to answer, his fingers brushed its snout. He stopped exploring the mighty beast when a brunch snapped which drew them both out of a moment and the stood on its almighty form.

It stepped forward focusing on its sensors and he drew out his weapons, using the earth he felt the rouge wolf snapping toward him.

It tried to go on the attack but the dragon made use of its massive tail to strike him and turned to ensure the male behind him is okay. Not easily derailed rouge jumped up that when he let his reserves about his abilities go, well to at least save him from the pending paperwork.

Using his fire element favorite origin, rage. With its fur lit in orange ambers, the persistent flame continued to dig until it howled in pain and the scent of burnt hair followed the dog. He released flame to destroy the bustard and for some reason the dragon joined voluntarily burning it, to a crisp.

The dog might have ruined a moment or worse severed the growing attraction which could be a twisted form of beastiality, right? It is a shifter there must be a human in there, at least he hopes. 

‘’I have to go.’’