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Cailian stands in front of the old lady and unties his robe. I sit forward, staring at him as if he is prey. I hiss under my breath with want, my fangs lengthening to prepare to bite.
“Easy, My Darling Jewel.” Nyx pulls me back, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “He will be ours soon.”
But he still has a constant rumble in his chest, especially when the claw marks show on Cailian’s back.
“I can’t tell if you are a dress man or a suit man. For the first time, I am perplexed as a clothsmith.”
“Dress.” Nyx crosses his legs, but the movement doesn’t hide his erection. “I want him in a white dress that shimmers like the snow. You remember, don’t you, Treasure?” he asks Cailian.
“I remember. I am not sure if that is a good idea.” Cailian’s cheeks are a deep blue.
It is so funny to me how shy and submissive he becomes with Nyx. I love it. I think he loves having someone else in control after being in control of himself for far too long. He likes someone else to make the decisions after being a leader all day, but with me, Cailian is different.
He takes charge just like Nyx does.
Our dynamic is a recipe for a sex marathon.
“Arms up!”
Cailian’s arms reach to the ceiling as her voice changes to a demonic, powerful tone. He has no choice but to listen.
She takes his measurements, even measuring his cock, but doesn’t touch it.
Nyx snarls in warning.
“I need to know how much material to use everywhere. As this will be skintight. I am very uninterested. No offense, Prince Cailian.”
“None taken,” Cailian grumbles, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling.
In another rush, materials are tossed in the air, and she moves at a speed I have only seen a vampire move. Her hair is a rush of sparks as she works and when she is done, Cailian has on a very tight white dress that glitters just like snow when the lights hit it.
“Oh my,” I’m left speechless as I stare at him. He is beautiful. The thin straps hug his shoulders, the neckline’s cut down to past his sternum, the back cut down to just above his ass, and the rest of the gown stretches over everything, his cock is settled to the right against his thigh.
“Maybe, showing so much is a bad idea.”
“No fucking way,” Nyx stands. “I want everyone to see you. I want everyone to be envious. You both are rare forms of obsidian, hardly seen but deserving of being noticed for your beauty.”
“My work here is done. Don’t ruin my gowns, Prince Dovenyx. My fee is not cheap.” She slings the door open and hobbles down the hall, back hunched as she drags her trunk.
“You have two minutes to get undressed before I rip them off you,” Nyx warns, low and deadly.
Cailian rushes to unzip my dress and then I do the same to his while Nyx is untying his pants.
A knock sounds at the door, interrupting us again.
Nyx roars, fire spewing from his mouth before he swings the door open. “What?” he barks at Raiden.
“The dragkins have come back with the RSVPs.”
“Does it look like I give a fuck about the dragkins?” Nyx roars. “Do you see me with my firebonds? I’m fucking naked, Raiden. Twice. Twice you have interrupted me. Can you understand my rage?”
“What are dragkins?” I ask.
“Miniature dragons that didn’t mature because the eggs didn’t fall into the magma, so they couldn’t grow. They can’t shift. They are only dragons,” Raiden explains. “But you’ll want to know the trolls aren’t there anymore. The dragons can’t find them as they patrol.”
Nyx sighs, resigning to his duties. He bends down and snatches his pants from the floor. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move. Don’t even think of leaving.”
As if.
