“I’m sure you will,” I purr, my eyes still closed against the too-bright lights as I reg­is­ter the feel­ing of his skin against mine.

  That bro­ken part of me wails in agony. There is no bond here as there should be. No mate to be found here as there once was. My an­ima screams for the other pieces of our soul.

  Quite sud­denly, the cot­ton wool that had filled my mind in sus­tained iso­la­tion clears like clouds part­ing for the sun.

  “You’ve got­ten hard for me once,” I say. “Once that I know of, any­way.” I’d felt it that time Damien Ag­nis had locked our class in a cage filled with wa­ter and we’d asked Xan­der to break us out. I’d picked the lock of the ob­sid­ian shack­les Xan­der was wear­ing, but in or­der to do that in the cramped cage, I’d had to strad­dle his thigh.

  I’d loved and hated ev­ery part of that mo­ment. It had been the val­i­da­tion I’d needed. Xan­der didn’t find me dis­gust­ing at all. It was quite the op­po­site.

  Ev­ery heat I’d had, he’d made him­self scarce, and now…he had no choice but to ex­pe­ri­ence it.

  “Does it af­fect your cursed, black­ened soul?” I pant. The rest of the room qui­etens. “Or are you too far gone down the path to hell?”

  “You’re lucky I didn’t kill you, Snake Spawn,” comes the deep drawl. “Just lucky that you’re more use­ful to ev­ery­one alive.”

  I hate that I de­sire him even now. Hate that his voice makes my stom­ach flut­ter, that it makes me want to run my fin­gers along his bare skin and lower still.

  “They’d never let you live that down,” I whis­per. “They’d make your life a night­mare.”

  “They can try,” he scoffs with flam­ing ar­ro­gance. “They’d never suc­ceed.”

  I laugh then. A hack­ing rasp that could be taken for sexy. “Your dragon pow­ers know when other peo­ple are ly­ing, but do they know when you’re ly­ing to your­self?”

  “Tape her mouth shut.”

  My eyes fly open and I im­me­di­ately re­gret it. Cring­ing against the pain of the light, I choke. “What?”

  “We need to feed her first,” Solomon says care­fully.

  “This was sup­posed to break her, ser­pent.” Xan­der is stand­ing now, his voice ris­ing. “You fools with your bloated ed­u­ca­tions and use­less ser­pent magic have no fuck­ing idea what you’re do­ing.”

  I smile where I lie. There’s a lit­tle glu­cose in this drip; I can tell by the new en­ergy in my veins and it feels rather nice.

  “I have half a mind to fire you and in­state a new team,” Xan­der con­tin­ues an­grily.

  “But my lord—” Solomon starts.

  “Be quiet, rep­tile,” Xan­der snarls. “Your in­com­pe­tence is as­tound­ing. These so-called ex­per­i­ments are a farce. I’ll be speak­ing to my fa­ther about this.”

  The sci­en­tists blub­ber their protes­ta­tions and ex­pla­na­tions, but I can tell Xan­der is at his tether’s end when he plucks the IV bag off the pole and all but snatches me off the bed. “I’ve had enough of this,” he says loudly. “She’ll be in her cage in my room, and when I am ready, I will bring her back.”

  There is no kind­ness in his touch, and I feel like noth­ing more than a bun­dle of clothes in his large arms as he hauls me back to his room. I take the op­por­tu­nity to in­dulge in his fire­ball scent. Oh so an­gry. Oh so riled up.

  Up many stairs, pass­ing through many cor­ri­dors, I hear the mut­ter­ings of the es­tate’s staff. Eu­gene fol­lows us at a quick pace, no doubt caus­ing some of the stir. Xan­der ap­pears to be ig­nor­ing him.

  When we get back into his room, Xan­der kicks the door shut be­hind him and I gig­gle.

  “I’m a new bride,” I say breathily, sweep­ing my arms around me. “Brought home by her hus­band for their first night. Ready to be rav­aged!”

  Xan­der swears un­der his breath be­fore he sends me tum­bling into my cage, lock­ing it shut with a de­fin­i­tive clang and hang­ing my IV bag off the top of the cage. Eu­gene speeds into the bath­room and closes the door with his beak.

  But I am not de­terred.

  “Hot,” I mum­ble, tug­ging at my dress. “So hot.” I pull the an­noy­ing ma­te­rial off in one move­ment, sigh­ing in re­lief as the room’s cool air strokes my bare breasts and stom­ach. I flop onto my back.

  I let my head swing to the right where Olly the but­ler is sud­denly stand­ing open-mouthed. I flash him a lazy-grin.

  “Out!” Xan­der com­mands. “Get out! Do not re­turn!”

  Olly sprints out of the room.

  “Why’d you send him away?” I say lazily, bend­ing one knee and rub­bing up my thigh. “The ser­vants are nice to me.”

  “They don’t un­der­stand these things,” Xan­der snarls, pac­ing his room. “And I can’t have you se­duc­ing my but­ler.”

  I sit up with in­ter­est. Ex­cite­ment. “You think I could do that? Se­duce him?”

  Xan­der runs a hand through his hair and mut­ters to him­self, “You could se­duce a fuck­ing tree.”

  Well, that’s news to me. My brows shoot up, and when the big nasty dragon re­alises I heard him, he scowls and points a fin­ger. “Don’t get any ideas. I might have to shut down the es­tate be­cause of you. I have a fuck­ing wed­ding in a week’s time.” He be­gins pac­ing again.

  “A wed­ding?” I frown. “Whose?”

  He freezes be­fore pinch­ing the bridge of his nose. “I need to fuck­ing fly.”

  “Yeah,” I sigh, stroking my arms as if I see the feath­ers un­der my skin. So soft. So smooth. “That does sound nice.”

  “Shut up, Spawn.”

  “It’s not my fault your voice turns me on.”

  He whirls around to stare at me, his face twisted in fury.

  “Don’t let any­one see you like this,” I say sagely. “It’ll ruin your rep­u­ta­tion com­pletely.”

  Xan­der’s en­tire face dark­ens. “How many days left?”

  I shrug, cup­ping a breast as I do, rolling my nip­ple un­der my palm. “There were no days in that place, so I don’t know. I can’t even tell when it started.”

  “Shit.”

  “Wait,” I say, grip­ping one of the bars of my cage. “Is your new wife go­ing to sleep in here with us?”

  Xan­der’s claw clenches over and over again as his gaze shifts to the bed.

  “You should just breed me in­stead—” I clap my hand over my own cursed mouth. “Sorry, that’s the heat speak­ing,” I say, voice muf­fled. Dra­mat­i­cally, I flop back down onto my blan­kets, rolling un­til I’m face down so that I might try to smother my­self. But I don’t even re­alise that I’m arch­ing my back and pre­sent­ing my pussy to him un­til I’m wav­ing my ass in the air.

  I gasp and flip over and find Xan­der star­ing in pure and ut­ter shock. He’d seen ev­ery­thing, no doubt, pink, drip­ping pussy and all.

  “I can’t deal with this,” I choke, pulling a blan­ket to cover my­self be­fore throw­ing it back off. “This is fucked. You re­jected me. You’re keep­ing me in a cage.”

  Chap­ter 23

  Xan­der

  Save Me — Remy Zero

  Ineed to get her away from me. My re­sponse to her heat is noth­ing more than a nat­u­ral re­sponse from an un­mated dragon male. Noth­ing more.

  Dur­ing her pre­vi­ous heats, I’d re­moved my­self from the en­tire build­ing, tak­ing refuge in the fresh, clean air of the sky. With my dragon not on speak­ing terms with me, I can’t even fly to get away. And if I left her, who’s to say which man­ner of un­tamed beast would claim my prop­erty for him­self?

  Eu­gene has locked him­self in the bath­room. How the fuck he got here is be­yond me, but I’ll be sep­a­rat­ing the two of them im­me­di­ately. And with my up­com­ing wed­ding, ev­ery pow­er­ful and threat­en­ing beast in the state will be here to wit­ness the union. I need to be at the top of my game to let them all know they can­not steal any­thing from me. That if they so much as think about it, I will slaugh­ter them and take their gold for my own.

  When I glance at Spawn, her round ass is in the air, her pussy com­pletely un­ob­structed for me to see. It’s flushed and pink with her heat, glis­ten­ing wet and drip­ping with⁠—

  Stricken, I sud­denly can’t move, my very be­ing frozen in time and space. Spawn makes a sex­ual sound and turns over. She stares at me, af­fronted, as if I’m the one at fault.

  I fly at her cage, roar­ing at her be­tween the bars. “Put your scent shield up or I will kill ev­ery last nimpin in Damien Ag­nis’ cage with my bare fuck­ing hands, Au­re­lia Boneweaver.”

  Her mouth drops open, but she leans for­ward with her eyes wide as if she’s not afraid of me, but en­am­oured. “You wouldn’t!”

  “Do you re­ally want to try me?” I snarl, draw­ing my nose away from her.

  She rests back on her el­bows, drop­ping her head back as if in great pain, bar­ing the col­umn of her neck and squeez­ing her eyes shut.

  Her scent shuts off. Abruptly. Com­pletely.

  The abil­ity to do that seems to be from the Boneweavers alone. It’s a skill not even drag­ons have. It makes the Boneweavers the ul­ti­mate preda­tor.

  Not for the first time, I won­der how the fuck they went ex­tinct. I ex­hale heav­ily, smoke stream­ing from my nose as I rise to my feet.

  “You made a grave mis­take,” I say faintly, head­ing to my win­dow and open­ing it wide to the night. “Ev­ery­one knows you have a pow­er­ful heat and ex­actly when it’s ex­pected. They’ll use it against you now.”

  I ig­nore the rus­tle of feath­ers and the small black shadow un­der the bath­room door. My phone rings and it’s my fa­ther’s ex­ec­u­tive as­sis­tant.

  “Lord Drakos, the Lord and Lady Hell­fire and Miss Francesca are sched­uled to ar­rive in five min­utes.”

  “Thank you,” I say be­fore hang­ing up.

  Open­ing my bed­side drawer, I pick up a red vel­vet box that came from the fam­ily trea­sury this morn­ing. A stun­ning ring of white gold with a rare, princess cut ruby sits in­side. I pocket it. With this ring, I de­clare to my fam­ily, to the world, that I am my own dragon. That I am a beast with his own in­de­pen­dent de­sires.

  I look back at Spawn. I need to deal with this, and fast. My balls tighten, my cock strain­ing against my pants. I can hardly go to a meet­ing with the Hell­fires and ask Francesca to marry me with a gi­ant tent in my pants. There is a way I can prove that I am truly free of the Spawn. A test.

  Reach­ing out with my telepa­thy, I lo­cate the basilisk lord. He’s out­side on the front lawn, likely smok­ing a joint and keep­ing away from Spawn.

  “What do you want?” comes the re­ply.

  “You need to sa­ti­ate Ser­pent Spawn,” I say curtly. “She is in­suf­fer­able. And I want to test my…lack of bond.”

  His in­ter­est piques im­me­di­ately. “Is she ask­ing for me?”

  I turn to look at it. Spawn sits with her face pressed be­tween the bars, lick­ing her lips, her eyes wide. She toys with one nip­ple like she can’t help it.

  “I want my mates,” she whis­pers. Her hand tight­ens around her breast and she screws up her face, her brows draw­ing tight. “I need their cocks. Cock. Cock. Cock. Cock.” She groans, throw­ing her­self dra­mat­i­cally on the blan­kets and writhing around. A tear slips from one eye. “God­dess this hurts. Some­one help me.” Her hand slides down her body, her fin­gers slip­ping be­tween her legs. Her wrist ro­tates.

  I turn away. “Yes. Get the fuck over here. She’s half mad.”

  His gloat­ing smile is au­di­ble. “Just the way I like her.”

  Chap­ter 24

  Au­re­lia

  It’s dark in the room, as if they think they can sti­fle my heat with the lack of light. But I am an ea­gle. A des­per­ately horny ea­gle, and there is noth­ing on my mind ex­cept the de­li­cious fin­ger that twirls around my hot, aching, swollen clit.

  I tell the room ex­actly that. I need them to know. I need ev­ery­one to know how hot and aw­ful I feel with­out a cock in­side of me. How de­sire can turn into sheer tor­ture.

  One part of me knows I’m be­ing ridicu­lous writhing and sulk­ing. That it’s just the drugs they’ve darted me with. But I like it. It’s a re­lief that I get to be the ridicu­lous one for a change.

  A sharp knock on the door out­side tells me some­one is here, and the regina in me knows ex­actly who it is: a mate come to fuck me. To fill me with so much cum, I’m like a cum bal­loon.

  “Yes,” I nod, shak­ing my bars and bar­ing my teeth as Xan­der heads to the door to open it. I watch his move­ments with acute pre­ci­sion.

  He is stressed. He is horny. These things are very good for my aching pussy.

  Ghoul saun­ters through the door, a lit­tle bag in hand. My eyes slide to the bath­room door, mak­ing sure it’s closed. Im­me­di­ately I hide Eu­gene un­der one of my bub­ble shields of in­vis­i­bil­ity.

  That’s the last thought I have about the rooster.

  “You look tasty,” I hiss. “Come and play with me.”

  “Oh, she is de­light­ful like this,” the basilisk says, flash­ing his fangs. “What the fuck have I missed?”

  I run my tongue around my lips. “Get your cock out. Take ad­van­tage of me,” I urge. “If you give me both cocks, I’ll take them. Cross my heart.” I make a lit­tle X over my right breast.

  But nei­ther of them obey.

  In­stead, they look at each other and some­thing passes be­tween them. Xan­der lights up a joint. With his telekine­sis, he pulls the heavy drapes shut with a swoosh.

  Now there’s noth­ing but the cherry glow of the cig­a­rette butt, Xan­der’s white orbs and Ghoul’s red pupils.

  “Give me some of that,” Ghoul says, hold­ing his hand out. Xan­der passes it to him with a grim ex­pres­sion, and Ghoul takes a long drag of the dragon-strength weed.

  Holy shit. My mouth drops open, my pussy drips un­der me. Ghoul ex­hales smoke into the air and passes the joint back. Watch­ing the two mon­sters share a joint, their eyes on me and the air hazy with smoke makes goose­bumps erupt all over my skin.

  Ghoul strides right up to my cage and crouches to level me with a red laser beam look. “I want to taste your venom,” he says. “You’ll give me some.”

  Oh, he’s tak­ing full ad­van­tage.

  “I want to see your face,” I breathe, awestruck.

  “Give me what I want first, pretty snakelet.”

  Be­cause I have no willpower, I pout for a brief mo­ment be­fore open­ing my mouth and shift­ing my teeth. Fangs grow against my up­per palate and I ex­tend them out with a hiss.

  “Good girl,” Ghoul whis­pers, tak­ing off a glove and reach­ing for my face. His cool fin­gers squeeze my cheeks to­gether. “I’ve been dream­ing of this.”

  I open my mouth wider and al­low a drop of venom to fall from both fangs. Ghoul watches trans­fixed, his lips parted, his own fangs drawn in arousal. His mouth rushes to­wards mine and he sucks on my right fang, scrap­ing his tongue across it.

  I suck in a shocked, aroused breath.

  “More.” His voice is hag­gard as he swings open the cage door and grabs me out of it. I put my hands on his shoul­ders and he lifts me up, us­ing his arms as a seat for my ass.

  Smoke bil­lows from be­hind him as he licks his lips. “More.”

  I open my mouth and slant it over his, let­ting the milky fluid of my venom stream freely down­ward.

  Ghoul opens his mouth and drinks, swal­low­ing down the venom with rel­ish.

  “Sick fuck,” Xan­der mut­ters.

  I stare down at the basilisk in won­der, never feel­ing so horny in my life. “Fuck me.” I grab his masked face in both hands, star­ing deep into the red points of light. “Right now.”

  He chuck­les and walks me over to the bed, lay­ing me down be­fore glanc­ing at Xan­der.

  The dragon comes to stand on the other side, the cherry glow of the joint flar­ing up be­fore he ex­hales smoke into the air. He hands the thing to me.

  “Smoke it.”

  “Oooh!” I say ex­cit­edly, care­fully tak­ing the thing be­tween my thumb and in­dex fin­ger. Ly­ing on my back, the joint makes pretty smoky pat­terns in the air. I soar it over my head like a plane, ad­mir­ing the swirls it makes. “Wow!”

  Xan­der snarls and snatches it out of my hand. “Stop that.” He kneels on the bed and leans over me. I look up at him in awe, but he presses the joint to my lips. “You suck on it.”

  “Like a cock?” I say sweetly.

  He takes the op­por­tu­nity to place it fur­ther into my mouth and I’m aware of Ghoul open­ing up his bag on my other side.

  I in­hale on the joint, but cough on the smoke, turn­ing to the side and rub­bing my sore throat.

  “It takes prac­tise,” Ghoul chuck­les.

  “Use­less,” Xan­der mut­ters. He places the joint in his own mouth and presses his first two fin­gers to my lips.

  “What are you do­ing?” I say muf­fled, frown­ing at the hot, nasty dragon.

  “I’m prov­ing I can with­stand you,” Xan­der says be­tween clenched teeth. “I’m prov­ing you have no con­trol over me.”

  “Yes, of course,” I coo, wrig­gling my hips. “Let’s see how well you can do.”

  “Then suck.”

  Ea­gerly, I open my mouth and let Xan­der’s fin­gers in, swirling my tongue around. My eyes roll to the back of my head at the slightly salty taste of his flame-kissed skin.

  Xan­der tugs his fin­gers out of my mouth and climbs onto the bed, push­ing me in the cen­tre of the chest so I go fall­ing back.

  “I never signed your silly con­tract,” he says, his eyes fixed on my pussy. “What was your safe word again?”

  “Fairy bread!” I say ex­cit­edly, spread­ing my legs.

  “Right,” he mut­ters, be­fore press­ing his wet fin­gers to my wet slit.

 

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