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“Um . . . Excuse me? Think again big guy! I don’t belong to anybody! You have two choices. We’re either equals, or you belong to me. Your choice. Plus, I’m not even sure how this all works, but from a conversation I had with Ballzy before you arrived, and some pretty realistic dreams, you might not be the only man in my picture frame, sweet cheeks. So cut the asshole alpha bullshit, or be prepared for me to walk away.” Her eyes didn’t leave his, and she even tapped him on the nose for good measure.
Probably something that’d work more on a wolf than a dragon, but better he learned from the start she wasn’t just some jewel to be hoarded. Plus, she was still kinda curious about the whole astral thing, and the two very sexy men she’d been dreaming of. The thought of more than one partner at a time hadn’t really entered her mind until recently, and it was definitely an exciting prospect.
Nithe’s jaw dropped, his eyes flashed pure gold for about a second, before they snapped shut, and he bit his soft, full bottom lip looking sheepish. What the hell was up with that? Talk about mood swings. The muscles in his arms relaxed, and he stroked her bare back in lazy circles as he skimmed the raised edges of her new tattoo. She couldn’t wait to see both the tattoo version of her wings, and the real deal, like properly, in a mirror and shit. Both her mum and Aunt Rai Rai had told her all angels get them, but they weren’t sure if she would. Her aunt would be so stoked.
“I’m sorry, Jez. Sometimes the dragon momentarily overrides my better judgment. We can discuss these possible others later. We should probably deal with our voyeuristic guests first, hmm? And get you into some clothes, as well.”
Nithe looked over his shoulder with a smile, and in the space of seconds, a large, dark green dragon tail, with purple oil slick colored spikes, dropped a bunch of clothing on them from where it hovered above, along with more cloths and the water bottles they’d previously set aside. Nithe raised his wrist and stared at it intensely. Jezzie watched him as he turned it, studying it from every angle as he pulled at it.
“It’s cracked. Not enough to come off but apparently enough to allow my dragon out just a little bit since we’ve been here. Must have happened either as we landed or when you manifested and blasted the shit out of Raum.” His eyes lit up her world and his smile made her wonder what he’d looked like as a child eating candy and playing tag.
Jezzie propped herself up and stuck her head over Nithe’s shoulder, her chin in the air, a look of challenge on her face as fire flashed in her eyes.
“Turn around and look away, assholes. Show’s over! I catch any of you pervy pricks taking a peek at my curvalicious awesomeness, or checking out my man’s yummy bits, I might just be forced to castrate each and every one of you. Capisce?”
All four assholes saluted and spun on their heels, as deep chuckles reverberated through the air. Jezzie wasted no time and hauled ass to wipe Nithe’s quickly drying cum from her leg. Fuck, the guy could definitely cover some distance when he shot a load. Her brain couldn’t quite compute how it’d ended up where it had with his tongue buried so deeply inside her. Thank you, mind-blowing orgasms. She tossed the cloth to Nithe, only to pause as she saw him pulling off his tight pants completely. Her mouth hung open, the back of her hand came up to wipe at the drool she was certain was about to escape her mouth. Damn! Nithe was one sexy man. He turned and bent to grab something from the ground, but Jezzie couldn’t tell what it was. Her gaze was fastened to the firm, perfect curve of his buttocks, and the taut muscles of his back.
What snapped her from the salivating trance she’d been stuck in wasn’t the fresh pair of pants he held in his hands, or the rough set of stitches across his back, a stark reminder she’d just been thoroughly eaten out by a man she should have been taking gentle care of. No, it was the smug look of satisfaction radiating from his face because he’d caught her as she ogled him. The cheeky wink he threw her way brought an instant lightness to her often heavy heart. But when he straightened, pulled the dark fabric up his legs, and fastened the button fly, his face was so grave and full of muted vulnerability she just wanted to wrap her arms around him and hold him together as he cracked into a million pieces.
Instead, Jezzie threw out a blinding smile, followed by a wink of her own, and held up her own outfit.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?” she chuckled.
“Wear it?” he returned, “Why? What is it?”
Instead of answering she bent, slid her long legs into the pants, and pulled the loose, butter soft black leather up over her thighs. When she got to her waist, she slipped her arms into the long sleeves of the attached top, and did up the zippered front. They felt like baggy, backless overalls at first, but after a few moments a surge of magic shimmered over her skin and the loose leather shrunk. Molding perfectly to her curves, the built-in bra pushed her breasts up, and the scooped neckline almost put her dusky nipples on display.
The tight leather plunged dangerously low at the back as it caressed her ribs and hips. It hugged her thighs, fuck, it hugged everywhere. A black collar wrapped itself around her neck, the silver clasp clicking shut. The collar was attached across the back, top, and front of her shoulders, and flowed into the sleeves. Sleeves that apparently turned into wicked gauntlets over her forearms and the backs of her hands.
Nithe’s groan of approval told her she must look pretty good, and it was certainly comfortable, even if she did look like a gamer boy’s wet dream.
“Oh, Ballzy, you’re going to pay for this, you pervy, bloody bastard,” she muttered half under her breath. Of course Nithe heard her and offered up his own take on it.
“Thank you, Balthazar, you bloody legend. Don’t worry, I won’t let her hurt you . . . much.” He laughed.
“You say that now, Ni. You might just change your mind.”
One day she just might figure out which side of the fence Balthazar was on. Or even what the hell was on either side of the fence. But for now, his loyalty was up in the air. So much shit didn’t make sense to her. It would though, even if she had to tear this place apart, she’d find out what the fuck was going on. Daddy dearest might even get a little visit too. Lucky him.
Jezzie looked at the ground around them and grabbed two black, steel cylinders with leather grips, and sent up a prayer. They fit in her grasp perfectly, almost as if they’d been made just for her. She twirled them deftly in her hands until she noticed a small black button hidden on the side of each one. Positioning her hands away from her body she activated the devices, and boy she wasn’t disappointed. Sinister, black steel blades erupted from both ends of each weapon. Giddiness assailed her. Odd though that her favorite weapons, the ones she was most proficient with, would be in the packs. Ballzy had no idea about her training, or her fighting abilities, so how in the blazes had he picked them?
Out of all the weapons in all the realms, how had these custom-made, enchanted swords made their way to her? Her ones at home, if they were even still there, were nowhere near as finely crafted. As she watched, her shadows rolled like swiftly moving fire over her hands and leapt onto the steel of each blade. That was new. Never had they reacted to a weapon in such a way, almost separating from her completely. Only a small thread along her inner wrist kept them attached. Normally, it was as if they avoided man-made weapons, as though they deemed such things inferior to their own power. Not this time. This time it felt almost like a magnetic pull, her shadows melded with the steel, flickering outward as they searched for prey. Sweet!
Warm leather tingled against her palms, but before she could analyze what it could possibly mean, a movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention. There, by the very edge of the plateau, hidden in shadows, stood a fifth man at the base of one of the large boulders, his eyes trained unwaveringly on them. It was clear he hadn’t taken his eyes off Jezzie, or Nithe, the entire time. He was absolutely beautiful, but the hard glare he had leveled on them was filled with no joy, humor, or desire at all, and it cast his features in stone. She realized he looked like a hard-ass guard at a supermax prison. He’d seen some shit, and he was there to do one job. In this case, make sure the strangers didn’t pull any stunts while the others weren’t looking. No wonder the other’s had turned away so easily, with their guard dog hidden off to the side, and away from their antics, they’d still had eyes on her the whole time.
Can I eats thems flesh and spits out the icky bony bits, merahet? Jezzie’s shadows whispered earnestly. They would too, if given half a chance. She’d heard the stories of what shadows could do if set loose upon the masses. Occasionally they had been, back in the day. Mindlessly, they’d stripped the flesh and left the bones. She’d always imagined a big pile of fried chicken bones, completely devoid of meat and tossed aside. Yet, she’d never felt the urge from her shadows to test it out. Until now. Unfortunately for her newly sentient shadows, the men outside the bubble, while stained lightly with dark deeds and guilty consciences, were not inherently evil. Nor deserving of such a fate. We all had shit we needed to atone for, after all.
“Turn around, assholes. They're decently dressed. Time to bring them in.” Without waiting for the other four, Mr Serious strode forward.
“You might want to ask nicely before you come any closer, Mr Serious,” she said sweetly.
Jezzie watched with amusement. This should be fun. Either he didn’t know the bubble was there, or he thought himself impervious to its magic. But, instead of the satisfaction of watching him walk face-first into the clear barrier, it was her mouth which hung open momentarily as he stepped straight on through as if it wasn’t even there. As he did, the barrier burned away slowly, like the glowing edge of slowly burning paper, its obliteration shimmered above her head. It was only as she stood, face raised to the starless sky, she realized no monsters were attacking, and it seemed as if none still lurked nearby.
“Who are you?” she snapped, as her gaze shot back to him.
“Jez, I don’t think we need to find the princes anymore,” Nithe whispered in her ear. How he’d snuck up so close she didn’t know, but she leaned into his warmth, instinctively breathing him in.
“Why?”
