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“I wasn’t going to sacrifice one of my sisters to you when you were on a war path. If anyone was going to sacrifice themselves to you, it was going to be me. I won’t allow them to become pets.”
“Is that what you are to me, Treasure? A pet? Do you want me to treat you that way? How about you can sacrifice yourself to me later and I’ll show you what a good boy you are for protecting your family.”
“Nyx—”
“—Dove,” I correct him. “I won’t answer to anything else.”
“You are not mad that I didn’t bring them to you?”
“Why would it have mattered? You are my firebonds. They wouldn’t have meant anything to me at the time.”
“But to have one is—”
“—I don’t care about that. Why would I want to possess someone who doesn’t want my possession?”
“You don’t have to worry about that with me,” Rarity flirts, placing her hand on my bicep, kindling a growl in my chest. “I will always want your possession.” She has an uncanny ability to obliterate any tension so Cailian and I don’t get stuck arguing.
When we get to the top step, I’m about to throw Rarity against the wall when the guards in front of the wooden doors take astance. Their spears clash together, forming an X so we can’t enter.
“It is fine,” Cailian appears at my side. “They are my mates. You can lower your weapons.”
Without argument, they stand down, without a hint of emotion on their faces.
“You are aware of the Prince of Dragons and our mate, Rarity, the new Princess.”
They bow, their gold and silver amor clicking together as they show their respect.
“They don’t talk?” I ask as one of them opens the doors for us.
Cailian shakes his head. “The guards have had their tongue’s cut out.”
“For what?”
“You should ask your dragons that.”
I sigh when I hear Cailian’s response, the never-ending digs they poke and prod at one another a few times a day. No one will ever move on if we can’t put history behind us.
I step between them before another random fight occurs. “Now isn’t the time or place for this. We know the issues here and there is no need to reenact them. Fighting can wait.” I know I sound exhausted, but I suppose I am. I’m not sure how much more of this back and forth I can take with them.
They give me whiplash. One minute they are at each other’s throats and the other they can’t keep their hands off of one another.
“My dragons? Why would they do that?”
“I assumed they were taking orders from you,” Cailian sneers, making my chest hurt with anxiety.
I truly can’t stand this. How have they managed this for eight hundred years?
Interrupting their bickering, I push myself in front of them. “—We can make this quick and go to Nyx’s firelands.” I whip open a velvet curtain with enough force that the rods and clasps grind together, matching my annoyance.
My beloveds fall silent, and I thought it was because of what I said, but when I finally see what the simple curtain was hiding, I gasp.
You can tell the living area used to have pews because of how the stained-glass windows are placed. They must have removed all the seating because now it’s all rich colors. The floors are black and white marble, the colors swirling together. The ceiling are high, reminding me of the ballroom at Cailian’s castle.
Only it is the décor and what is happening that has my lips parting.
A circular couch is in the middle of the room with blankets and pillows in the middle. More sofas line the wall, a few orange, some purple, and more chandeliers hang low with dull lighting. A long bar is frosted over, and a shirtless ice elf is behind it, wiping down the bar top. A naked elf hangs upside down from silk sheets, using them to pull himself into acrobatic positions. His large cock hangs between his legs and then I see the piercing on the crown when it glitters against the light.
Nyx covers my eyes. “I don’t like this place. My firebond only sees our cocks.”
