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~*~Sweet Dragon's Fire~*~
~*~Part 2~*~
'…Your own feelings overcame you…'
-The Crooked Man by Arthur Conan Doyle
'…The next few minutes were delicious…'
-The Solitary Cyclist by Arthur Conan Doyle
~*~Molly and Khan's Log ~*~
~*~now in the future ~*~
Holy cow…
Um, seriously…wow.
Okay, that was absolutely not a cow on that dragon…it was clearly a male organ on that beautiful blue dragon…Goodness! That was…was…
WOW!
That blue dragon seemed to take complete ownership of the sky…The obvious male…seriously male…dragon was beautiful and a glorious…and oh boy did he have a lot of glory!
Damn…
When Molly saw Myke again she'd have to inform him that all those ancient rumors about male alpha dragons were completely true! So very true.
Why that male organ would never fit…Wait, no! She did not just have that thought…No way! Really…Like that would actually happen!
To prove that to herself she pushed her dragon to move much, much faster and turned her head to look a bit behind her.
Molly was in flight in her lovely smooth and petite dragon form…A dragon whose colors were a mixer of different shades of red. She had been enjoying the last of the fading sun's rays upon her skin as it slowly sank from the sky.
Instantly she knew the other dragon was gaining, but she wanted to be alone and to be honest a lot of male dragons she had met were bat shit crazy…so, yeah, she wasn't sure she wanted to stop and talk to this guy. Plus, why was he also visiting this abandoned war torn planet? This planet was nearly destroyed by humans in a deadly chemical war. It would take decades for this place to heal. Her dragon was the only thing that helped her survive this place. The air simply annoyed her human skin slightly not that she was planning to stay here long. She just wanted to hide and think up a good plan to deal with something that had happened on earth.
It hadn't been a good year for her. So many things had happened…The morgue and hospital where she had worked had gone up in a blaze…the authorities were still looking for the arsonist aka terrorist. God! She hated the fact she couldn't control her fire! And she had been playing with chemicals and drugs that had helped control her fire at times, but she didn't like using it for even if it helped her greatly at controlling her fire…all it did was turn her into a high- functioning sociopath who thought she could solve crimes…and play the violin. She doesn't even like the violin! She also wrote a report on the different types of ash…and kept her own stash of tobacco in a slipper and unanswered mail was held in place on her mantel by a jackknife. Why? Like those blasted chemicals took the time to explain these things to her while she was on it. Worse when she was on it did she ever go out to adopt a cat…no…instead she ended up with an old fashion cool looking Belstaff…still a housecat would have been nice.
So, yeah, on those crazy chemicals she never once got a cat and but she had a cool skull always on her mantel back home? Her life was crazy…
Then Danfee and his brother Mort show back up in her life and attempt to create pure hell for her. Telling her how they wanted to wrap her in silver chains and fuck her, yeah so not going to happen.
Then in the most recent battle with them her adoptive dads had gotten hurt.
So she had taken her much hated chemicals so she could safely drive her ship to get them to this world. To hide and so they could safely heal while she figured out what her next step would be. Her fathers were in an old abandoned gold mine, healing themselves with the pure gold that was still there. It was good that they were dragons for dragons could always find themselves good and seeing how gold helped to heal and sooth them.
To say it was a surprise that after she had taken her dear dads to heal and the chemicals she had taken began to fade from her system…and while she had taken flight to get the lay of the land and for a moment to feel free and happy…she ran into another male dragon….an alpha dragon no less!
Seriously why did her life suck?
Anyway, she should have been alone here on this world with her fathers…
But no, obviously not for a male dragon was right behind her.
Molly suddenly swerved and dived before rolling so she could get a better good look behind her. He was so damn beautiful.
Fire shot out of her mouth in annoyance. The alpha was still right behind her and gaining…but to be honest what really annoyed her is that she could swear that damn dragon gave her a sexy know-it-all smirk.
Her wings moved gracefully and elegantly as she picked up even more speed. She needed to get away from where her fathers were resting and healing…they couldn't take another battle so soon after the last one.
Fire shot out from her once more and it made her even angrier and more annoyed…which just made more fire shot out. That was so not helping!
She saw a large waterfall coming up and with a quick movement dove…Falling fast like a bullet for her wings were drown tight against her body before she suddenly flew up seconds before hitting the fast moving water and sharp looking rocks below…She flew high and fast…feeling the adrenaline rush…before she slowed to take a few panting breaths…Waiting…flapping her wings yet staying still. Watching…
He seemed to be gone.
Had he followed her dive and crashed into the water?
As she glanced around her…Molly saw and heard nothing…The well-endowed alpha was completely gone.
Still she waited…for any sign…any movement…nothing…
Suddenly, her legs and sharp talons were grabbed in an unbreakable vice grip.
What the hell?
Somehow the crazy male had gotten underneath her without her knowing it. He jerked and moved…she was in a sudden sharp spin with him. Fire shot out of Molly and danced around them in brilliant bright hot flames as she cried out in a high pitched roar. She felt as if she was on an ancient out of control carnival ride.
He rolled, pulling her close as they flew…locked together…she may have felt out of control but she knew he was the one in control of the fall and flight….When Molly realized this…He instantly noticed and he forced her to fly close to an open field…He wanted her to land…Somehow she knew that he would allow her to safely land on her own or they would both crash hard upon the ground. With her sharp and quick mind she knew he would take most if not all of the damage if they crashed together…but she had no desire to experience such a bone jarring landing…or have this stranger seriously hurt himself.
So Molly landed and he seemed to give his permission for her to do this…which made her glare at him. He simply flapped his wings and smirked…the prick…
She inhaled sharply for he looked even more beautiful and impressive up close…but what made her suck in her breath was the ugly wound he had upon his chest and shoulder. It looked raw and was bleeding slightly. She wished she was wearing her gold necklace to help heal him but she had lovely placed it around Myke's neck earlier.
Silently he studied her with sharp beautiful eyes…
Molly knew what she needed to do. She shook just right to allow a small pack attached to her leg to slide right off. Molly gave him a long pointed look trying to mentally tell him to turn around. He didn't; of course, he simply continued to watch her…without blinking…
Weren't Alpha dragons supposed to be able to talk to other dragons mentally…Especially in their dragon form?
Maybe he was the silent type?
Personally she heard nothing though she was developing a major headache. Molly growled before she shifted into her human form. Quickly she turned her back on him to open her bag so she could take out her clothes. To be perfectly honest she had never put on her clothes so fast before in her life!
When Molly turned back to face him…She was certain she had stopped breathing for a moment for he too was in his human form and…damn…he was just as breathtaking in this form as he was in his dragon form. He was breathtakingly sexy and truly gorgeous. There he was just standing there naked in all his sweet glory and really that man had a lot of glory!
He had dark hair, hard cold yet highly intelligent eyes and that lovely mouth…that mouth and sexy as hell body promised something…something wonderfully wicked and even delightful. He was handsome but those eyes seemed to warn others that he was capable of great cruelty if pushed to it or even greater sensuality…and up close…well…let's be honest, he was pure male…
Alpha…so extremely lethal when he needed to be…or even wanted to be…so very dangerous…rough…raw…
A domineering and dominating man.
Would it be cowardly to suddenly turn around and attempt to make a run for it? No…No, she couldn't…hell, she wouldn't do that!
Molly lifted her chin and met those beautiful eyes. She would fight if she had to…and maybe she wouldn't have to…for maybe he simply wanted to directions to the nearest abandoned war torn factory or nice cave? Then he'd leave her alone…
She needed to be alone for a while for to be completely honest she had enough of male dragons. The ones she had met not that there were a lot were completely nutters!
Unless they were gay…then they actually seemed to be sane out of all the male dragons she had met…and if this beautiful and sexy as hell male dragon was gay…well, okay…she wished the other male partner the best of luck for she had the feeling that he'd need it!
Though there was something about him, especially how he was looking at her that shouted out that he wasn't gay…
"Hi…um…" Molly attempted before she stopped to take a deep breath and moistened her lips. Which she noticed instantly that her small action had drawn his eyes instantly to her mouth. Suddenly she blurted out furiously, "Oh, for goodness sakes, put some damn clothes on!"
It was a damn shame to cover up all that sexy yumminess, but really it was making her quite uncomfortable in so many ways. Reminding her that she was a grown woman with passions and needs…and who had accepted the brutal fact that she was going to spend hundreds of years alone…and worse she would be without a cute house cat to call her own…
"Hello to you too…Sweet Fire."
Damn! His low voice was just as hot and sexy as that body…That hot as hell and manly body…A body that needed to be layered with tons of clothes and far, far away from her as possible.
For it might be stupid but she had the oddest feeling that he could change her life and she wasn't sure she was ready for that change…or how she even truly felt about it.
"Don't call me that!" Molly growled knowing she was smoking quite strongly and there wasn't a single thing she could do about it! The slow anger at herself simply made it worse.
She felt like stomping her foot in annoyance instead she waved a hand in front of her face in the hope of getting rid of the long white and gray smoke that danced before her…and in front of that sexy naked man.
Through the haze of smoke she was certain she caught a hint of a smile upon the nude man's face…Yet those eyes…oh, those eyes were those of a dangerous and intense predator…a predator completely focused on her…
He moved gracefully forward a few steps and she quickly stiffened her spine to prepare herself for a fight if necessary. When in all honesty she wanted to turn into a dragon and fly away…far, far away from this seriously sexy naked man. Surely there had to be a law against such hotness…
Never once in Molly's life has she ever thought herself as a hussy but at the moment there was a part of her that wanted to flirt…not that she was even certain that she knew how! And more importantly she yearned to touch him and see if he was indeed real…and she was pretty certain her body was aroused just by simply looking at him! How in the hell was that even possible? Yet, it seemed that it was indeed possible…very possible.
It was his fault, she was sure of it. All his bloody fault that she was standing here turning into some crazy hussy…perving over him…She even felt a slow ache in her breasts and a wetness coming from the most feminine part of her….perhaps she needed medical attention! She was almost drooling for goodness sake!
Seriously the man needed to put some sodding clothes on, right now!
"Well that is what you are, right? A lovely dragon that can't control their fire?" the annoying beautiful naked man asked with a slightly wicked knowing smile.
His voice was a sweet low velvet caress that did certain things…feel certain things that honesty confused the hell out of her.
Molly blinked as she realized just what he had asked. He somehow knew she couldn't control her fire. How? Could he sense it because he was an Alpha?
Well there was only one way to find out…
"How did you know that?" Molly found herself asking him instead of asking…just now realizing that she had also confirmed what he seemed to know…or guess at…
"I can't get into your mind to talk to you. According to all the stories I've heard about Sweet Fires they have to actually be willing to let an Alpha into their mind to even say 'hello' and it is also said they can be kicked out at any time. Sweet Fires are quite strong mentally…even if they are in short cute human or dragon form…According to legend they are loyal, scary in their anger…and a delightful challenge. Though I've been told they are very rare…Personally this is the first time I've even met one," he explained carefully, watching her with those beautiful intelligent eyes.
Molly shrugged, secretly wondering what else he had heard in all those 'stories'…and was one of them about how people sometimes blamed huge wild fires on a poor cow named Betsy?
"Well…" Molly began. "So are Alphas…rare, so rare that on earth they're no longer around. I only know what I've heard in stories…"
Like they were seriously well endowed…and it was true clearly that had been no silly rumor!
Speaking of which…
"Don't you have any clothes to put on?" Molly suddenly shouted. Fire shot out suddenly and was gone instantly…
The man hadn't even moved back a step or seemed surprised…in fact he seemed amused…highly amused…He was obviously an arrogant dominant warrior that didn't seem worried about what her fire could do to him.
"No, I don't have these much important clothes you speak so highly of. You see, I quite recently faked my death to trick some idiot humans and get my clan safely back," he explained calmly. "I didn't really have much time to care or think much about clothes. Sadly, I lost a nice coat but I'm over the loss…it's worth it if I tricked those damn worthless bastards. They try to trick me…I'll simply trick them even better. Plus, those morons would have thought it strange if I was carrying some type of luggage as I went to my violent death."
"Oh…Um, how does faking your death get your clan back?" She found herself asking instead asking him 'why' faking his death was so important to his master plan.
Molly couldn't help but look him in the eyes…it was that or stare some more at his groin and she didn't want to embarrass herself by doing that. She had her pride after all…and to be caught bluntly staring…heaven's no! It was hard…no, not his…um, wow…okay, so she had taken another quick peek…no, it was hard not to stare, not that his cock was hard. Though when she had taken that quick, hopefully not noticeable peek…the damn thing twitched an almost happy greeting at her…A quite noticeable nod and was it possible for a cock to wink at someone?
Well, she wasn't going to peek again…no, sir…Well…DAMN IT! There she goes peeking again…she really needed to stop doing that!
"My clan and I were resting nicely in our cryotubes when we were found and brought to a place not of our own choosing...In other words we were kidnapped…and then my clan's lives were threatened…Being Alpha if anyone tries to wake any of my people early or even messes with their cryotubes…I am instantly woken up for I am the clan's protector and leader after all. A worthless man has been using me as a weapon and is using my clan's safety against me. I am planning a most violent death for this man. He may not realize that I and my people are dragons as of yet, but he knows a dangerous powerful weapon when he sees one…"
He was no longer smirking but simply speaking calmly…coldly…Those eyes of his and that handsome face was hard…brutal…so damn deadly…He was like a warrior of old…a killer…but not a machine no matter what those savage ancestor's had tried to turn them into so long ago…the experiments to turn them into a deadly horrible weapon…
Molly clearly remembered the stories that Myke had shared with her…about their history…Those power hungry mad scientists that created their kind…That made shapeshifting dragons…created through savagely wrong experiments and horrible torture…All because someone…more than one…wanted to use them as weapons…only as weapons…
Never once caring that they had been human once…
That they still had human emotions, fears, hopes and dreams…
"I'm sorry…He had no right in treating you or your clan in that way," Molly whispered, meaning every word.
The Alpha's eyes never once left her face. He gave her a slight nod as if unsure of how to handle her honest sentiment but still wished to acknowledge it.
"I'm Molly Hooper by the way," she spoke softly.
"Khan Noonien Sing," the Alpha replied just as softly.
She was mesmerized as she watched his eyes change ever so carefully. From brutally hard gems to warm sparkling jewels that held erotic secrets and delights…promises of something extremely pleasurable if she wished it…if she wanted it…
Promises of pleasure that she had never known and to be honest wouldn't mind knowing…She had never once been really curious about certain…acts that happened between couples…She had long ago accepted the fact a man could never safely touch her because of her fire…
But this man…This Alpha…
He now seemed much closer to her than before…When had he moved? How could she have not noticed? Yet, here this sexy naked man…close enough to touch…perhaps do more than touch…
"You can call me Khan, Molly…I happily give you permission." His voice was low, masculine and a promise of pure, incredibly hot sex.
Oh, DAMN…
She was in trouble…serious trouble and she wasn't even sure how she felt about it!
~*~End of Part 2~*~
Well, that was fun! A naked Khan always melts my brain... sooo, that said...I do hope you are enjoying this! Feel free to let me know if you are. Many hugs!