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Now is my chance.
I breathe in and release my blaze from my mouth to burn him where he stands. He crosses his arms in front of him, a thick sheet of ice blocking my flames. The heat meets the cold, steam rising violently as our powers clash. We lock eyes, his blue sparkling like freshly fallen snow, the veins in his neck glow the same bright orange that is trying to kill him.
To my shock, the ice begins to crackle along my fire, inching up, slowly freezing it.
That’s impossible.
I run out of breath and snap my jaw shut, blowing out black smoke from my nostrils.
“Now that we have that out of the way—” he leans to the side to peek at the other dragons before his gaze falls on me again. I happen to like his attention on me rather than my guards. “—We can speak like adults. I believe we have much to discuss, Nyx, The Prince of Dragons.” He bows his head slightly, showing me respect like any visitor would, but immediately my mind is imagining something else entirely.
He bows for me, bending his neck while falling to his knees to worship me. Would his mouth feel cold on my cock? Couldhe handle the heat of a dragon’s knot? I’m not sure he could with his lean, elegant, nearly feminine body. He’s so small. One wrong move and I’d ruin him.
“Nyx?” My name falls from his lips and my entire body shivers, the glowing of my scales intensifies, and a small piece of the iron walls I have around my heart when it comes to him, crumble. “I know I do not deserve your time, your patience, and I do not expect your forgiveness. In the eight hundred years we have been fighting one another, I have noticed that silence has been too loud between us. It has accomplished nothing but death and regret. Nothing can be mended without the strike of the first word.”
I shift into my human form, tucking my wings behind my back, and do my best to ignore the ache in my left wing. Rolling my head over my shoulders, my neck cracks, and I can’t hide my want for my firebond. My cock betrays me, as it plumps semi-hard against my thigh.
“Oh,” Cailian whispers so quietly, no one else can hear him but me.
I smirk, scenting how much he enjoys the sight of me. His eyes widen before lifting to my face, a blueish hue gathering on his cheeks.
Is he blushing?
If I didn’t want to despise his existence, I would admit how adorable he is.
Dragons have three testicles, a bit of an anomaly compared to other creatures because when we mate, we want to breed. The more come we have, the better the chance of our firebonds becoming pregnant, increasing the dragon population.
Male or female.
It doesn’t matter.
We force their bodies to become pregnant, changing their system until they have no choice but to adapt to us. Is it wrongnot to give them a choice? It is, but we can’t help our instincts, and every fucking part of me is pushing me to pin my firebond against the door, lift his fancy fucking robes, and claim his ass.
But I won’t.
Not in this lifetime.
I turn my head, my chin touching my shoulder. “Raiden. Get everyone out of the castle now. Leave us.”
Raiden grunts in reply, leaping into the air, and lands on the edge of the upstairs tower. A loud bellow followed by two short one’s echo through the air, ordering all dragons to leave the castle at once.
Cailian takes a step back, craning his head back to look toward the sky as the castle rumbles. Pieces of stone crumble at his feet, dust clouding the air before loud, ear-piercing calls ease the slight suffering in my chest.
Dragons of all shapes, sizes, and colors twist into the sky, flying from the open space in the center of the den.
“Wow.”
I cast my gaze to Cailian, reeling in every urge I have to kill him to take a moment to appreciate my firebond without him noticing.
Unable to stop myself, I take a step forward, then another, watching as his eyes dance to each dragon flying through the clouds. Shadows fall over us from their bodies soaring up above and he smiles at the sight.
He fucking smiles.
And it’s devastating because I want to consume that happiness until it fills my core. That hurts me more than he will ever know.
I’m close enough to see the way his silver skin glimmers and the ice patterns on his cheeks. His lashes are long, curling to his perfectly arched white eyebrows.
Those fucking lashes.
