Free city of dragons 02 - fire storm by val st crowe Page A

kisses down my body, over my breasts and belly and thighs. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to rip off his clothes as well.
    “You need to leave, Mr. Cooper,” said Lachlan, his voice even and steady, almost bored.
    “You shut up, you son of a bitch,” said Alastair. “I’m not going anywhere. This little game has gone on long enough.” He turned to me. “Penny, you’re mine. You’re coming home with me.” He turned back to Lachlan. “And you. You’re going to pay for putting your hands on my wife.”
    Lachlan grinned. “She’s not your wife.”
    Alastair flicked his wrist.
    Lachlan flew backwards through the air and collided with the chairs we’d been sitting in. The chairs scattered, clattering on the patio. Lachlan’s body hit them all before thudding against the ground. He grunted.
    “You fucker,” Alastair seethed. He used magic to pick Lachlan up and bang him down into the ground again.
    “Stop!” I said, reaching out with my own magic, picking up Alastair and knocking him down.
    Alastair roared in rage. He stood up, brushing at his clothes.
    Lachlan was getting up too. He was laughing. “Must make your crazy, Mr. Cooper. Even with that dragon bond, even with the fact she still wants you, you can’t keep her.”
    Alastair’s hand shot out, and a chair zoomed through the air to collide with Lachlan’s face.
    I screamed.
    Lachlan went down. He pushed the chair away, sending it clattering to one side. He sat up. His face was bleeding.
    “Stop it!” And I was too distraught to use magic. I just jumped on Alastair, tackling him so that we both went down on the ground.
    Bad idea. We were close now, our bodies touching, limbs entangled. I pushed up, looking at him, feeling him.
    He seized me by the hips, ground himself against me. He was hard. “You, my little slut, are going to need to be punished.”
    I pushed off of him, trying to get up.
    He grasped my hair, pulling it out of the style I’d painstakingly worked on earlier, yanking my head back.
    Pain blossomed in my skull. I tried to elbow him, but I didn’t connect.
    Lachlan was getting to his feet. He was coming for us.
    Alastair held my head in place with his fist in my hair. “Remember how eager you used to be to suck me off?”
    “Shut up,” I sobbed. When had I started crying?
    He got to his feet, still holding me by the hair, yanking me up painfully. “Maybe we’ll do that later.”
    “Let go of her,” said Lachlan.
    Alastair punched me.
    It was like painful fireworks inside my skull. I gritted my teeth, trying to hold in any sound, but a whimper came out.
    “Mr. Cooper,” said Lachlan, and his voice wasn’t bored anymore. There was no fear in it, though. It was commanding, like a school principal or something. It was his cop voice, I realized. The kind he used on people he was arresting. “You need to step away from her now.”
    Alastair made an annoyed motion, as if he was swatting away a fly.
    Lachlan’s feet came out from underneath him. He landed on his back.
    “You’d like it, I know it,” Alastair said to me, punching me again.
    I shut my eyes, trying so hard not to make noise. I squeaked.
    “You still want my cock,” he said. “I bet you’re wet for me now. You always used to get so worked up when I knocked you around.”
    “I couldn’t help it,” I bit out. “I didn’t like it. It’s just the stupid bond.”
    “I will shoot you,” said Lachlan.
    I turned, and he had his gun out, aiming it for Alastair.
    Alastair laughed. He used magic to rip the gun out of Lachlan’s hands and drop it in the pool. Then he shoved Lachlan into the water, where he landed with a splash.
    Lachlan surfaced, sputtering.
    “That’s exactly what we’ll do,” said Alastair. “Penny will suck my cock, and you’ll watch.”
    “This is your final warning,” said Lachlan. “You let her go now.”
    Alastair just laughed. “Are you really threatening me?”
    Lachlan ducked under the water.
    “If you think I can’t use magic