Call Of The Dark

Lazarus rolled them both on the bed with her back to him. He curled his arms around her, one beneath her and one above her. He cupped her breasts with one and grasped her sex with the other.

"Mine!" he snarled against her skin as he languidly thrust himself inside her time and again.

Emma was sore, but she drifted into deep slumber in his protective grasp. She didn't want to leave his side and basked in the warmth. He had somehow covered them both in the furs and snuggled inside.

When she woke up, he was still behind her, with his arms coiled tightly. It was morning and she could see the soft rays of sun peeping through the gaps of crimson curtains. His warm breath on her neck was making her shiver with yet another ache in her belly. Carefully, so as not to wake him up, she crawled out of the bed.

"Emma…" he muttered but went back to sleep.

She bit her bottom lip when she glanced at him over her shoulder. He looked so vulnerable in his sleep that even if she murdered him, he wouldn't know what happened to him. It was a good plan, except she didn't know where she was and she didn't want to murder him. Maybe this was a great opportunity to escape. But first, where exactly was she?

This certainly wasn't a part of the palace. She had come here in nothing but panties and laces. His shirt was lying on the floor. She picked it up and wore it. She walked out of the room to explore the place. As she walked out of the cabin, she realized that it was small. There was a spiral staircase just after a small corridor. She climbed down and came to a small living room. The room was definitely brighter than the one upstairs. A small kitchen was attached to it. A smile crossed her face when she saw it.

There was a door to the left which appeared like an exit. She opened it and immediately shivered as a cold breeze flew in and tousled her hair. A gasp left her mouth when she looked at the scenery outside. The whole place was covered in snow and the cabin was located on the edge of a precipice. She crossed her arms across her chest and walked on the balcony. She reached the delicately carved wooden lattice surrounding the balcony and leaned over it. a fresh cool breeze made her chatter but she couldn't help loving to smell the misty air. Thickets of pines and firs with needles of ice that shone in the sun's light could be seen in the front on a different hill.

Her gaze went to the side and there was yet another cabin out there. When she closed the distance to see it, she heard soft moans. "Oh Olya!" a muffled voice reached her and she stifled a giggle. That was Magnus. So Magnus and Olya were in the next cabin.

Emma was about to tiptoe back inside the room when a gush of air tousled her hair wildly. She ducked as her eyes widened. She stood straight and spun to see what it was, but there was nothing. A ragged breath left her. Maybe it was a bird. She looked up and she froze. A very large bird was flying above her. No, it wasn't a bird. It was a dragon.

A huge dragon with fierce purple wings and a large head flapped away from her, glancing at her with its blue eyes. Its purple scales glinted in the sun's light as its long tail slithered in the air. With powerful strokes of the wings, the dragon flew ahead and landed over the hill opposite to where she was. It sat grandly on the peak and turned its head to face her. A low screech came out of it as if acknowledging her presence.

Emma stopped breathing as she stared at the dragon, mesmerized. She had only heard about them, but she had never seen one. And what a beautiful creature it was. Her heart was thundering wildly in her chest. She couldn't take her eyes off the dragon. She didn't know for how long she stood there, but a low growl broke her reverie.

"Emma!" Lazarus's voice reached her and she turned for a moment. But when she turned back, the dragon had gone. And suddenly, Emma felt… a loss.

She went inside and rushed upstairs to Lazarus. He had gotten up and had a frantic expression on his face. When he saw her, his face morphed into relaxation but he furrowed his brows. "Where were you?"

"I—" she pressed her lips wondering if she should tell him. "I— I saw a dragon!"

He raised an eyebrow. "You must be dreaming Emma," he scoffed. "Now come here." He patted his thighs. "Lord Lazarus needs you."

She narrowed her eyes on him. "Lord Lazarus can go and fuck Maeve!" With that she flicked her hair and walked towards the bathroom and closed the door with a loud bang.

"Emma!" he growled.

She opened the door just enough to pop her head out and said, "Go and inform Magnus and Olya that they can have lunch with us." And the door closed all over again.

Lazarus… smiled. This looked like his little home. So much better than a palace. He slid back inside the fur and went off to sleep. He hadn't slept in a long while and he had to catch up on it.

When Emma came back, she saw Lazarus sprawled across the bed and snoring. The fur had covered only his nether regions. She shook her head and wore his shirt. Then she went downstairs to see if there was something she could prepare. She was famished. Thoughts of the dragon continued to bounce in her head. She wondered if she would see it again.

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Magnus had traced Olya to this cabin. This was the only place where he could keep her safe. But his problem was how could he keep her safe from him. He was so fiercely attracted to her that every breath she took felt like she wanted him. Olya had gone to take a bath.