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The Mates of Dragons

Xerxes is the last of his kind, living to try and complete a promise. The last one before he can just fade off like the rest of his kind. There is nothing left here, no mate is coming. Xerxes is the last living dragon. So why when he comes across one headstrong female. It feels like there is a chance? Kendra herself feels used, lost and trapped. A prisoner of those she works with. Those that hunt down mythical creatures in the world. Kendra however is about to find out that the world is far more vast than anyone could imagine. Especially when she comes face to face with the last living dragon. A deadly creature that has set his sights on her. Volume1: Mates of Dragons Volume2: Souls of Dragons Volume3: Atlantean's Mate Volume4: Atlantean's Dragon Volume5: Atlantean Souls Volume 6: Hearts of Dragons

Lee_C_Conrad · Fantasy
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458 Chs

Followed

Kendra truly didn't want to be here anymore. She didn't want to approach those that were of different races. Mostly because they weren't going to say anything much to her. Though they did let her talk, and she did kind of manipulate them. Just a bit, but only to let her sit and speak.

She wasn't feeling like doing it anymore, and she knew that Jin and Niki were both looking around for the nonhuman occupants of this city. It seemed like more were starting to take up residence as if seeing what it was they were starting here. Which she wasn't sure she knew, but there weren't really any unexplained deaths as of late, but most the human citizens seemed to be on good behavior. So the three of them were moving separately from place to place looking.

This place was kind of loud, but she picked it knowing that there probably wouldn't be anyone she had to talk to in it. She wasn't a fool, trying to find a truce was a very hard thing to do, and you had to catch each side on a good day to actually get a compromise. She just wanted to hear that someone wasn't as bloodthirsty as the rest. So that was why she was hiding now, she was disappointed and not in the mood. Kendra left during some down time to just be alone.

She watched the younger crowd moving around mingling and with each other. Rather free in how they were touching. She was sitting at a table with her head in her hands and staring at the soda she had there not really wanting it. A few times she had someone come up to her and ask her to dance and even for a bit more than that. She either politely refused or told them to get lost. She wasn't in the mood for others, and that was why she was hiding in here. It was strange, she wasn't in the mood for others, and yet she wished for more. She felt lonely looking at the couples, seeing the freedom these people had. The fun they were having, and wanting it for herself. Yet when approached none of it felt right.

Kendra looked across the room, and her ears were starting to ring with the noise level in this place. So she decided her best route to the door to leave, either she had to cut through the crowd dancing and mingling on the floor or she walked around past a group of guys that she'd already told off. With a sigh she picked the coward's way and moved to cross the floor. Closer to the side with people just standing and talking.

She was nearly halfway across when she was jerked to a stop and turned pulled to the left and she struck out hitting the person hard on the shoulder. It was sudden and unexpected. She didn't know who it was at first. Who thought they could put their hands on her? She was right up against him and he spoke in her ear.

"You never really struck me as a violent person." Kendra just felt this flare of heat like never before at the voice. Inwardly she once more wondered what was wrong with her even as she welcomed the thrill of the feeling. Where before when approached she just felt cold and unwilling. It changed, still no real understanding as to why. However she kept her composure and looked up at the bright green gaze. After all she needed to be careful with him. What his real intentions were, plus she might be thinking about that bite a bit.

"Do that again and you will find out how violent I can be. What do you want now?" She asked and he laughed. For someone that could turn violent at a moment's notice, he was rather laid back in a sense. At least every time he spoke to her he found something amusing and laughed or smiled. It kind of didn't fit with the image humans had of him. He hadn't let go of her yet, with the crowded place and where they stood it seemed a bit more natural pose. Though Kendra was slightly unnerved with the ease at which he just decided to take a hold of her. He'd not really done that before. There was something different about his aura she couldn't put her finger on. Something that seemed to ease in her presence that was new. She puzzled at it.

The sides of their faces brushed as they spoke close to each other's ear with how loud it was in here. She was completely aware how close they were and his arm wrapped low across her back. It was loose but she wasn't going to get away from him without a real struggle. She didn't know how to feel with his apparent ease at taking hold of her. Why'd he have to appear out of nowhere like that?

"I have some questions for you." Xerxes said. He really did and he was hoping very much what he and Zani had talked about was true. What she was, because it would change his focus, clearly already did put this slight behavior change. He'd wanted to pull her closer just to see his reaction. He was paying far more attention now. Before it didn't matter, suddenly it very much might matter. Xerxes wasn't exactly interested in a very long song and dance. Though if that was how it was going to be then that was clearly how he'd have to play. So a few questions to gauge her reaction and what she was might tell them all they needed to know. To either destroy or grow the dangerous hope in he and Zani.

"Right here? And do you have to be so close, now who is grabby?" Xerxes didn't give her space, just held her where she was against him. Kendra couldn't help pulling his scent into her lungs, fresh like a clean breeze mixed with forest. Oh he smelled really good and felt nice against her, she let her mind wander, wasn't like he could hear it. Wasn't like she couldn't enjoy herself if she wanted to. Damn her reaction to him was getting worse wasn't it. The question inside Kendra was whether or not you indulged in it. Maybe right now with her mentality the thought to just be careless and reckless was far more appealing. Enemy or not, she did not feel like she was living right now. He kept showing up, kept making her think about these things.

"Yes here, because others are always with you and that demon was keeping an eye on you earlier." She hadn't known that, though she guessed that Lang hand wanted her watched. Seeing she had the most contact with him and he was right. It made her really think. He sure was suddenly showing up where she was a lot all of a sudden. Some kind of sign wasn't it?

"That's because you seem to have taken a fancy to showing up where I am." She blatantly stated.

"I guess I have." She felt a shiver of awareness as his mouth brushed against her ear. She was just that much more aware of him against her and how it felt. Inside she moaned, she was so deprived. Right after that she felt anger, why couldn't she want something, be attracted to someone because she was or wanted to be? Granted he'd kind of nearly drained her dry, but she didn't think he'd done that thinking clearly.

"You are a homunculus right?" Well he was fast. Not exactly the first question she thought that he would ask.

"Yes." She felt the change in his body and his energy. There was a flood of relief and an excitement there. Interesting, she'd never had that response before. Most were confused, or had no idea. Clearly he did and it made her one curiosity peak.

"Are there more of your kind? Do you know if you are the last or not, where others can be found?" He said it in a rush to her, and she really wanted to answer the questions but she couldn't. It was in the way that he felt, it wasn't joy or excitement really, it was hope. It was this near relief and joy. She didn't know how she knew that or why he would feel that way, but she felt a pain in her chest at having to disappoint him.

She glanced at the side of his face and down at his shoulder for a moment, her hands were against his stomach. She cleared her voice to speak.

"I'm told that my kind is very rare. Like yours." There was a sudden drop in the energy around him. Though not horrible, just a slight disappointment.

"Are you the last?"

"I don't know, why does it matter?" Kendra questioned. He ignored it though.

"Have you met any others?" She felt that other presence there as well again. Her hands inched upward, one settling over his rib cage just knowing where to place it. Her other hand over his chest near his heart. It was beating steadily at the moment and she felt that she wanted to listen to it again. They moved just a bit with how the crowd was, but were rather absorbed in their own world. Like the rest in the room weren't there.

"I know of only two others, one died. The other is now a vampire." She moved closer against him, he didn't seem to mind. Either that or he was lost in whatever he was thinking, she just soaked up the feeling. Fed off his energy and presence. This time there wasn't as harsh of a sensation or wall to it. Like he accepted her presence suddenly for some reason.

"I see." Xerxes was silent for a minute, he wasn't sure how to take this news. There could be others, but it could take so much time to really find them. To know if they could be his mate, or if they would choose to be what he was. So many little things added up against them. At least she was here, there could be others. Xerxes didn't know the first thing in courting a mate. Let alone knowing which was for you and it was hard to admit that you didn't have hope in the first place. His reactions to Kendra did seem to point in that direction. Though it as kind of hard to truly know for several reasons.

'It is something we can look into later Xerxes. Right now let us just think about how the humans may move against us. It's fine. I am centered now.' Zani said mentally.

Xerxes nodded inwardly and he felt really calm at the moment. Not so bothered by things and it seemed that Zani did as well. He knew that it was Kendra again. She had a hand over his chest and over where Zani was resting on his body. She seemed to know, but that was part of what she was right? Her influence was truly addicting. He liked the feel, they both did and that was very hard to ignore. Xerxes was starting to not want to ignore it. Though she was still in the enemy's camp wasn't she?