Conjuring Dragons by Chante Francis (tools of titans ebook .TXT) 📖

you can leave for a moment?" I mumble. Please just kill me now.

"So you guys can finish?" Gregory says. I can just see him smiling like the Cheshire cat from Alice in wonderland as he says this. "Ouch!" I bet 5 bucks Rebecca just hit him.

"I'm kind of not exactly suitable for company." I mumble once again, God I’m probably as red as a tomato right now. Can this get any worse? I have to repeat myself two more times before I finally say it clearly enough for him to understand me.

"What do you mean?" Gregory asks, the smile still evident in his voice.

"Sh-She's completely n-n-naked!" I hear my sister choke out before breaking down in hysterics worse than before. At this point Carter has to be literally carrying her, there’s no way that she’s standing on her own.

I hear Rebecca say oh my goodness and Gregory’s laughter as he pulls her out of the room. Carter mumbles an apology as he literally carries my sister out. Once we're left alone, I open my eyes slowly to see Jason smiling down at me in pure amusement. His eyes, now hazel again, but still rimmed in black lust. I can sense something dangerously animalistic just below the surface, something that calls to me in a primal way that I’m not sure I’m comfortable with.

"Now, where were we again?" He asks me with a nibble on my bottom lip. “Oh yes, I remember.” He licked the spot to soothe away any pain, “it’s not like they’re going to come back, so let’s finish.”

"Absolutely not! How did that not kill your mood?!”

“I’m a healthy male in my prime.” He leans close to my ear and whispers, “besides, I’m not human nor was I raised to succumb to the same social conventions as they were. Sex is a very natural thing amongst not only my kind, but all supernaturals. We’re not as prudish as humans, although we do try to keep in mind our mates intimate preferences when it comes to location. As yours weren’t really compromised, I feel no need to stop and move to a better place.”

“English?”

“I’m not bothered by everyone knowing that we’re fucking and I’d very much like to continue.” He winks at me as he lightly grinds his pelvis into mine. I feel the rough fabric of his jeans covered member in my most sensitive area and the moan that’s freed from my throat scares me.

“Get off me you randy demon!"

In a flash, his Hazel eyes go pitch black again and he growls at me. "I love it when a girl attempts to tell me no, even as I can smell how much she yearns for me. Makes me want her much more." He leans in and kisses me, his tongue dancing with mine in a fight for dominance. After I win, he just starts kissing across my jaw line. He kisses the sides of my mouth, and my temples while his fingers run across my body. The tips of them lightly kissing my skin as he leads a trail of fire all through my flesh. I can feel his full weight on top of me and although it’s not exactly comfortable, I don’t know if I really want him off.

Finally making a decision I say, "I want to be on top," adding a bit of pout to my request in hopes that it’ll get me my way.

"Whatever you wish." He flips us over again and squeezes my ass, obviously thinking that things are settled and I’ll be going along with his desires. Unable to resist and after telling myself it’s just to keep up appearances, I kiss him one more time, startling myself with another moan.

I open my eyes, checking that he’s closed his and can’t see me. I stealthily raise my arm and grab my clothes. I press them to my naked body as I ask him, "Whatever I want?"

"Mmhmm." He moans as I run my free hand over his clothed body.

"Let go of me."

He grips me tighter and my resolve weakens a little. To give myself the mental strength I need for my plan, I think over his previous comment about other women and how they tease his appetite by saying no. "Don't worry, just let go." This time he does and I swing my leg off him. He groans as he feels my body leave his, his eyes flutter but I put my free hand over them and tell him to keep them closed.

Starting from his Adams apple, I run my hand down his body while using my magic to pull open the closest door. As it’s hard to focus, it takes me multiple tries before it creaks open, and even more focus as I try to widen the gap enough to fit through. Keeping my eyes on his I lift his shirt and draw circles on his abdomen, I slowly start drifting south. He attempts to grip the tile on the floor, sucks a deep breath in through his nose and I bolt. I grip my clothes tightly so I won’t drop them and run for his closet. I’m able to get there in time to lock the door and hastily start getting dressed.

Not 10 seconds later do I hear him banging on the closet door, loudly cursing like a pissed off sailor. "What’s wrong baby?" I coo at him with a grimace on my face as I stumble trying to pull on my pants.

The door swings open just as I pull my shirt down. He pushes me up against the back of the closet and leans in to kiss me but his phone rings. He growls, but digs in his pocket. Once he finally pulls it out he looks at the caller ID and curses again. I raise one eyebrow and he just puts a finger to his mouth, the universal sign of be quiet.

"Hey Tavie." He says trying to calm himself, I’m guessing so that she doesn’t hear the emotion in his voice. Who the hell is Tavie?

The room is so quiet that I can hear their conversation perfectly. "Baby" she whines "I thought you would call me when you woke up to tell me good morning and talk till you had to practice! I’ve been waiting for 45 minutes now! I should still be asleep you know, but I figured you would want to hear your girl’s voice before all the B.S. he throws at you--"

I push him off me and exit the closet. I grab my things for school and head for the door, but he grabs my arm.

"Where do you think you're going?!" He harshly whispers to me.

"You don’t really expect me to stand by and listen to you sweet talk that little hoe do you? You know, I'm happy she called because I must have lost my goddamn mind. See you later Jason. Have fun with the head cheerleader." I say before walking out of the room and slamming his door shut behind me. I sit on the step and yank my shoes on, choosing to wear my old pair for the comfort. I take a deep breath in an effort to calm myself as I listen to the approaching footsteps of someone a little too excited. It’s too early for this.

"My big brother is so lucky. You’re way prettier than all the other girls he’s ever played with! And you smell nice, and my mommy says everything on your body nature gave you. My brother’s newest special friend whose really an old friend, Octavia, bought her body from someone named Dr. Hose its. At least that’s what her sister says, she’s nicer than Octavia. She was supposed to come over to swim today, but nobody wants to watch us. Mommy and daddy are too busy like aunty and uncle, and I think Carter's going to play with my new sister and I don't want to ask Jason." Priscilla rambles to me.

I stand up and lead her as I continue on my way down the stairs, "And why don't you want to ask Jason?" It’s seriously too early in the morning for this.

"Cause he'll tell Octavia and she'll come over in her stringy suit with all her friends. Mommy says they’re as fake as she pretends to be because they all got boob jobs and nose jobs and butt jobs. Mommy doesn’t know this but once I heard Octavia say to her friends that she gave Jason a hand job and a blow job. But she wouldn’t tell me what that was and she told me not to ask anyone or I’d get in really big trouble. Don’t tell anyone ok? I don’t want to get in trouble! Mommy says soon I’ll have longer school days and she can’t wait. Daddy says he feels bad for the teachers already. I asked him why and he said because they have no idea what’s headed their way --"

"Tell you what,” I cut her off before she could give me a headache, “I of course have to go to school right now and don’t know what time they let everybody out, but when I get home I wouldn’t mind watching you and your friend in the pool. We’re definitely going to finish this conversation about Octavia." I have to watch what I say in front of her, she talks too much. Damn it’s early.

She starts screeching and bounces into my arms as I walk into the kitchen, "You’re the best cousin I ever had!" she shrieks as she wraps her little arms around my neck in a death hug. How the hell is she this strong? Or am I just weak?

My new parents start chuckling as they watch her little display of affection. Rebecca turns bright red as she drops her eyes to her joyous daughter. Gregory starts chuckling and Carter turns away from me to hide his smirk. Veronica walks into the room from another entrance and breaks down in hysterics all over again.

"Did we miss something?" Matthew asks, eying everyone suspiciously before stopping on Veronica.

"Can we just head to school already? We're going to be late." I say not meeting anyone’s eyes. Hmm, the floors have such intricate designs on them. They’re absolutely breath taking.

"Wait one second; I just need you to sign this paper." My mom says, "Oh and I'm not sure if I said this yesterday, but my name is Gianna. Gianna Blaize, but you can just call me mom." I look up at her, and the look on her face tells me I'm only allowed to call her mom.

"Yes ma'am," I say as I sign the mysterious papers. "What is this anyways?"

"Your marriage license my dear." The pen slides out of my hands and my jaw drops.

"They tricked us into signing one earlier as well," Veronica says. I just turn to her with wide eyes and a loose jaw. Who is this woman who stands before me? Smiling, laughing, not worrying or trying to protect me from the evil marriage license.

She smiles at me and grabs two coffee cups. Carter gets up, grabs his car keys, his back pack and Veronica's, a cup of coffee and his sweater. They both nonchalantly walk past me towards the front door while I just stare after them. Is this some kind of nightmare?  “Come on Jyps, we’re supposed to be having a conversation with the principle before classes start.” She beckons over her shoulder as she moves out the front door.

"Hey," Jason says walking into the room. My mouth snaps shut and my eyes narrow as they land on him. The first thing I notice, is that he no longer has sex hair, he’s wearing a different outfit than before and he’s no longer pitching a tent in his pants. Without preamble I turn on my heel and walk out the house. Only getting caught looking back at him once out of three glances. I climb in the car and buckle up with prompting from Veronica’s beau. Seeing my