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  Mother Lovers

  by

  Kassanna, RaeLynn Blue with Jeanie Johnson and Jayha Leigh

  Mother Lovers

  Copyright © May 2015, Kassanna, RaeLynn Blue with Jeanie Johnson and Jayha Leigh

  This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious or used fictitiously. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form.

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  Dedication:

  For Women everywhere no matter your role…Grandmother, Mother, Aunt, Sister, Cousin. You matter.

  Contents

  Mother Lovers 1

  Dragon Flower: A Dragon’s Keep Story. 5

  Chapter One. 6

  Whiskey Awry. 16

  Chapter One. 17

  Chapter Two. 19

  Chapter Three. 24

  Chapter Four 27

  Chapter Five. 31

  Chapter Six. 34

  Chapter Seven. 37

  Dick N’ Dirty. 40

  Chapter One. 41

  Chapter Two. 48

  Chapter Three. 55

  Chapter Four 65

  Chapter Five. 70

  Chapter Six. 77

  Dragon Flower: A Dragon’s Keep Story

  By

  RaeLynn Blue

  Alaskan Wilderness

  May

  Chapter One

  “It’s always so dark in here,” Cheyenne mumbled as she sat up, leaning on her elbow. The top sheet lay pooled around her waist.

  “We’re dragon shifters that live inside a mountain. Of course it’s dark.” Qiang, her husband, mumbled against her shoulder. His soft laugh vibrated against her skin where his lips made light contact.

  “Touché, smarty pants.”

  “I’m not wearing pants,” he whispered and kissed her ear, pulling her back into his arms.

  “Shush! The baby.” Cheyenne pointed to Tai-chu, their daughter, who scooted closer to them, but stayed sleep.

  “That’s how she came to be,” Qiang teased, but heat soaked every word.

  With a soft giggle, Cheyenne lay back against the curve of his arm, snuggling against him once more. Qiang spooned around her; she was curled around the baby. Cheyenne imagined that if she could look down at them from their den’s ceiling, they would look like those Russian stacking dolls, one tucked inside the other.

  All three of them in the bed like this left little room along the mattress’s edges. One false move and Qiang would crash to the ground.

  Lit torches flickered as if amused, but kept some of the darkness at bay in the den.

  After a few minutes, she whispered, “We can’t stay asleep all day.”

  “No?”

  “No.”

  “Why?”

  “You really don’t know what today is?” Cheyenne’s voice had increased in octave. She shot to a sitting position so fast, Tai-chu was startled and began crying.

  Qiang frowned. “Umm…it’s not our anniversary…”

  Tai-chu released another powerful wail, protesting at being disturbed.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. Momma’s sorry,” Cheyenne cooed, picked her up, and cuddled the baby to her. She scooted to the edge of the bed, and stood. She stroked her daughter’s hair to quiet her, and hugged her close to calm her down.

  How could Qiang forget today?

  It was the most important day of the year for mothers; well, after their hatchlings’ birthdays, of course. Still, he didn’t miss her birthday or their wedding anniversary, but the one day for mothers, he’d forgotten? Not that she cared about gifts, fancy dinners, or the festivities the clan held.

  Tai-chu’s hatching had been very difficult and long. Cheyenne had lost a lot of blood, and had it not been for the dracontologist, Angelina, they both would’ve died.

  How could Qiang forget the horror and the miracle of Tai-chu’s hatching?

  Qiang climbed out of bed, too. She sighed in longing. His tousled hair, athletic frame, and big smirk pushed all of her hot buttons—just as always, even when she was furious with him. He smiled and at once, it almost disarmed her anger. If she could get Tai-chu to sleep, perhaps he could give her some one-on-one time.

  He walked over to them, and kissed his daughter’s forehead. Almost at once, she stopped crying.

  “Seriously?” Cheyenne murmured in disbelief. “You’re kidding me?”

  Qiang shrugged. “The ladies love me.”

  “More like she’s a daddy’s girl.”

  Qiang kissed her cheek. “She’s my girl, but you’re forever my dragon flower.”

  Cheyenne smiled, her annoyance dissolved against his soft words. That had been his pet name for her since they met eons ago at a private dragon shifter high school in Juno. Their families had approved of their mating.

  “Qiang…” She cradled Tai-chu, but turned her face to meet his lips.

  Taller than she, Qiang could bend down to kiss her without imposing on the baby’s space, but they had to be positioned just so. Everything melted away when his lips covered hers. Nothing remained, except his scent, his heat, and the perfume of her arousal blending with his. The mating fire never really cooled for them as it did for some dragon couples.

  When at last he broke away, he smiled. “You always bloom for me.”

  “Still, I’m mad at you about today.” She hated the whine in her voice.

  Cheyenne wouldn’t be manipulated, not today. She walked away from him, to place Tai-chu onto the thatch of blankets in a circular baby nest. Once done, she went to the fireplace and stoked it, adding wood to make it grow. May in Alaska could be warm, but for dragon shifters, it tended to always be cold, even inside their mountain keep.

  From behind her, Qiang’s voice held concern. “Mad?”

  She wouldn’t turn to look at him, but instead, continued poking the logs.

  The slow tickle of something against her ear scared her out of her skin.

  “Dragon’s eggs!” she shrieked, and spun around.

  “Shush! The baby!” Qiang laughed, and jutted his thumb at a still-sleeping Tai-chu. In his fist, he held a feather tickler, and on his lips, mischief.

  “You’re to blame if she wakes up.”

  He stuck the tickler in his teeth, hooked his thumbs into his pajama bottoms and pushed them to the ground. Once he stepped out of them, he took the tickler into his right hand again. Now, fully nude, her husband grinned.

  “I hear it’s Mother’s Day. I’m all for celebrating.”

  “In your birthday suit?” Cheyenne didn’t know whether to be aroused or annoyed.

  “In your birthday suit, too.” He tried to tickle her. She dodged it. A chase commenced through their den. Around their bed, out of their upper cavern and down into the lower sections of the cavern home. Like most dragon shifters, they didn’t have a lot of furniture. When they became their other selves, they destroyed those anyway.

  Out of breath, she stopped when she reached the bed Qiang tackled her and together they crashed to the bed, back where they had started. He rolled her over and onto her back, where he proceeded to tickle her, both with his hand and with the feather tickler.

  “Oh! Qiang! Qiang! Stop! Oh! I’m so paying. You. Back!” She could scarcely breathe from laughing so hard.

  With a huff and quick kiss on her lips, Qiang let her up and sat back on his heels.

  Cheyenne wiped tears from her eyes. “That was fun. We haven’t done that since, well, since high school, back in my mom’s cluttered den.”

  “It was fun. I know it’s Mother’s Day and I…well, because I lost the job over in A
nchorage…”

  Tears shimmered in his eyes. It had been rough since the attack at the Gathering. During the annual Gathering of Dragons last June, a small group of international dragon shifters attacked their clan’s keep in an attempt to assassinate Sonya Gou, the clan’s elder, Gou’s niece. They failed, but her clan hadn’t come out unscathed.

  Many of the local surrounding towns and cities had been at least professional to dragon shifters, but since the Xiongxin’s Keep was attacked, the friendliness had dried up. The council attempted to salvage what they could of the treaty, but that didn’t stop some humans from hating.

  “…You should always sound this happy. It’s my gift, Cheyenne, to dedicate my life to making sure that you are.”

  Her heart swelled at the deep bass of his voice. Carnal hunger had ravaged his playfulness, and now what remained burned. He kissed her lips, and took her hand in his. They laced their fingers together.

  This far back into their den, the burned hint of sulfur and flames roused Cheyenne. The scents stirred her because she was a seadragon, born of sea, and Azure dragon, born of fire. The familiar pinpricks of desire erupted across her skin, and suddenly her clothes felt much too constricting.

  Qiang’s hands, calloused, but comforting, removed her T-shirt with quick tugs over her head, spinning her out of the sleeves as if in a tango. He wasted no time, dropped to his knees, and snatched her to him. His hands palmed her ass, reveling in their lushness. His face inches from her belly.

  “Goddess, I love your full thighs.” He kissed the spot beneath her belly button. His tongue traced the stretch marks that mapped out the lengths her body had changed to accommodate their growing child.

  Qiang paid so much tender attention to her stomach, her clit stiffened in reply.

  “My baby grew here, lived here, and called this beautiful womb home. You have no idea how fucking sexy that makes you, momma.”

  His right hand moved from her ass to her front, careful to coax her legs apart.

  “Yes…” she whispered as she slipped her hands into Qiang’s thick black hair. His touch and his tongue had caused her legs to go weak more than once. Once his lips closed over her nubbin, she did crumble, but he caught her as she dissolved into a pond of want and need in his arms.

  He caught her in his embrace. She wanted to feel his hot lips against her body. Just like on the night they mated, he placed her in the bed’s center, then crawled in after.

  When he reached her, he pushed her back on to the sea of pillows. She loved being with him, like this, naked and free. His eyes held that same mating heat, and even in this low light, she could see him hardening, growing stiff with hunger. With her legs spread wide, Cheyenne relaxed into the waiting arms of pleasure that only Qiang could give.

  He facilitated his loving strokes with all the dedication to which he accepted every challenge. His tongue lovingly stroked her hot button, sending impulse after powerful impulse through her. Shaking and threatening to explode, Cheyenne bit her lip to keep from crying. Soon, her hips arched, her thighs trembled over and over. Wave after wave, until she could stand it no longer.

  The orgasm bowled her over, rendering her breathless.

  “I love the way you taste.” With his lips shining from her dew, he smiled as he got up.

  Cheyenne let go of the sheets, and pushed herself up to her elbows. The crumbled fabric held her sweat and the fury of her desire. Qiang remained between her legs, but sat back on his heels. She watched him stroke himself, already hard.

  “You’re so greedy,” she teased, and rubbed her still-sensitive clit in time to his own manipulation of his swollen organ.

  “I have a dragon-sized appetite.”

  As teenagers, heated by hormones, but not old enough to engage in mating, she and Qiang would masturbate together until they both exploded. Now, it served as foreplay. Something sexy and primal unfurled when they did this—exhibition. It ignited their passion as each watched the others’ performances.

  Cheyenne sighed when his strong hands slid beneath her hips and lifted her toward his jutting, hard cock.

  She closed her eyes and relished his scent, his warmth, and his rigid girth as he entered her with one thrust, briefly stealing her breath, creating tangible memories that would linger long after her last orgasmic gasp.

  ***

  The whole world opened when Cheyenne blossomed before him.

  Qiang relished the times he made love to her, for her beauty made him quake deep down in his soul, and her sexiness shattered whatever pretense that the world placed on dragon shifters, on men, and on the dynamics of love. Cheyenne had made him a man and a father; and for this, his devotion knew no bounds.

  Her pussy hugged him with tight, delicious pleasure. How could he possibly convey with his body what she meant to him? Gifts. Trinkets. Flowers. They all paled to tell his wife, the mother of his offspring, how much he loved her, valued her, fuck, needed her.

  “Slow, lover.” Cheyenne’s husky voice encouraged from the shadows.

  It did nothing but encourage him more. She felt so good. So right. So damn perfect, as if he the great Azure Dragon had constructed this mate for him. He was lucky to have her. He didn’t take her for granted.

  “I can’t. You feel so damn good.”

  He meant it. Not just his body, but Cheyenne had been his balm during the emotional wounds the Gathering attack had inflicted. When he couldn’t protect his family, his newly hatched daughter, it broke pieces inside him. He could shift into a massive seadragon, but when his own kind threatened his heart, his family…

  “Oh! Qiang! More. Please. More!” Cheyenne had pushed herself up to her elbows.

  He blinked. Damn. With her hair tousled around her head, her mouth parted in ecstasy…By the great dragon, he loved her like this!

  All those negative thoughts had been charged and changed by the loving moans on his wife’s lips.

  “Now, who’s greedy?” he teased, before leaning down to meet her sweet lips. Unable to stop himself, he deepened the kiss. His tongue slipped into her mouth, tasting her again. As dragon shifters they lived a long time, and he knew without doubt, he’d never tire of kissing her.

  In moments, his thrusts began again. She laced her hands around his neck, and held on to him, her nails toying with the hairs found there. He reached for her breast, and stroked its hardened tip in time to his strokes.

  The rippling heat spread from the tightening in his lower abdomen. He was so close to reaching his summit. As always with Cheyenne’s sultry moans purring into his ear, he struggled to retain control. With her fingers now holding onto his shoulders, her thighs locked around his waist, her heels digging into his buttocks, and her own thrusts eager and demanding, his tentative hold on control vanished.

  “I love you so damn much, Chey,” he whispered, fast and furious as his motion.

  Romantic? Maybe, but he couldn’t find any other words to fully convey how she made him feel.

  “Yes! Right there!” Cheyenne shouted, her voice echoing through their den. Her nails bit into his shoulders.

  Damn.

  They’d made love so many times before, for so many years, she knew exactly how to manipulate each pleasure point, every erogenous zone, and orchestrate every orgasm.

  Like now.

  Like forever.

  ***

  The burned hint of sulfur and flames roused Cheyenne the closer her family came to the celebration. Qiang held her hand, while cradling Tai-chu in the hollow of his other arm.

  Tai-chu watched the passing glows of the torches with interest. The corridor’s warmth embraced her nude arms and bare chubby feet. They wiggled as she giggled and tried to move about.

  “They’re playing ‘Puff, the Magic Dragon’,” Qiang remarked with a laugh.

  Tai-chu did her best, and spit bubbles for giggles.

  “Oh, really? Well, then you best get down there to it,” Cheyenne encouraged with a squeeze of his hand.

  Qiang kissed Tai-chu’s cheek.
“I like to dance around to the chorus with the rest of the kids, but it’s a strange song for the Great Mother Dragon celebration.”

  They reached the entrance into the belly of their Keep, the dining area. A great cavernous space filled with chairs and tables, several large rectangular hearths, and a large open space for those in their dragon states to eat and relax. A multifunctional space, it could be converted into a concert hall with its high ceiling, a playhouse, or—as it was today—an indoor celebration.

  Cheyenne longed to lay wrapped in Qiang’s arms, but she woke Tai-chu with all her shrieks from their “Mommy-and-Daddy-private-time.” So Qiang said they should get dressed and go to the festivities. With his encouragement, Cheyenne dressed in her best clothes for the annual Mother celebration. After all, a first-time mother shouldn’t miss an event honoring, well, moms. Her own mother had died, so the entire event held a bittersweet irony and agony for her.

  “You ready, momma?” Qiang asked.

  She forced a grin. “Yeah. Sure.”

  “Sure?” He quirked an eyebrow at her.

  “It’s our clan. Of course, I’m ready.” Cheyenne’s brave words didn’t stop her hands from sweating.

  They walked around observing the festivities. She couldn’t place why she felt so unnerved. This was her clan, her uncles, aunts, cousins, and extended family. Of course, the clan had different tribes that held distant relations, but she felt uncomfortable. Smiling faces, the crush of people inside the area, the mixture of aromas and odors all collided and Cheyenne froze in her tracks.

  This hadn’t been the best choice. Maybe she should’ve stayed in. She, Qiang, and Tai-chu could’ve done some mother-daughter activity. Perhaps hiking the trails that snaked down the Keep’s mountain forest, or explored the surrounding land at the base of their home.

  “Are you all right?” Qiang inquired. He bounced Tai-chu to stop her from being fussy.

  Her daughter seemed to be under distress, too.

  “It’s very crowded in here.” Cheyenne reached for her baby.

  “It’s a party.” Qiang passed Tai-chu into Cheyenne’s waiting arms.

  Something about her daughter calmed them both when she held her. Tai-chu’s head lolled against her bosom. Cheyenne drifted closer to Qiang and at once felt his arm around her waist, steadying her as they resumed their stroll.