I have a hole to finish.
She’s bound against my rib cage, tucked beneath my arm, beautifully naked—her cheeks flushed with a glorious glow that makes my heart thump with satisfaction. That makes a different part of me thump with the swelling warmth of deep, ravenouswant.
I groan as my cock tents the furs. I’m just reaching over to brush the back of my hand across her cheek when Zykanth slams his tail against my ribs—like a chastisement.
My hand whips back, and I bare my teeth at him, releasing an internal growl that rattles his cage. ‘What in all five seas wasthatfor?’
‘Little man let soft little mate sleep big sleep. Soft little mate tired.’
Frowning, I reach back, slipping my hand under my head instead of traversing it over her curves, looking up at the crystal ceiling that’s ablaze in a riot of color from the moonlight shafting in through the window. Wondering whenZykanthbecame the voice of reason.
Not sure how I feel about that.
He’s right, though. She’s probably exhausted. But just the thought that she’s exhausted frommegets me fucking harder, and that’s not going to fix anything.
I should get up, get some air. Maybe …go for a walk.
Zykanth rumbles his approval.‘Yes, walk little legs. Down track, over grass, down track, down stairs. Down, down, down …’
‘I know what you’re up to,’ I mutter, easing off the snowy furs. Rolling another, I fold it around her like a nest before I press a kiss against her temple. I pull on the patchy shorts—far too short and tight—and, with a groan, tuck my throbbing cock into the constricting material. Threading the buttons into their holes, I steal another glance at Vicious …
Maybe just a quick—
Zykanth snaps his maw around my rib, and I wince, deciding it’s best to take this tussle outside.
I head out the door, snipping it shut behind me.
“You’re acting weird,” I growl, the crisp night air a refreshing nip to my skin. Working wonders on my hot, hard want as I weave down crystal trails, escorted by ribbons of color hanging low in the sky.
‘Soft little mate need rest. Little man blind.’
‘And you’re a pain in my balls.’
I tell myself I’m just going to check on the vegetable patch the young ones planted earlier today—at least until Ipassthe vegetable patch and can no longer continue lying.
I had no idea there was a trove beneath this island. Some lucky drake must have camouflaged the entranceverywell all those years ago. It’s impossible to fathom what unlikely treasures such a cunning beast would have hoarded … until they no doubt became a feast for the beast that now roams these waters.
An uncracked trove over a thousand years old …
Salivating, I swallow.
‘Just one look,’ I warn Zykanth, who’s practically dragging me forward by his bitten grip on my spleen. ‘No touching.’
‘Little touch?’
‘You never justtouch.’
‘Steal instead?’
Exactly.
I jog down the quiet tunnel bathed in filtered moonlight mottled with every color of the rainbow, spilling into the cavern, coming to a stop a few steps away from the well I watched the young one drop that sparkly rose into.
‘Why stop?’
‘I don’t know,’ I murmur, a shiver running the length of my spine as I look at the skewed rift, something tapping at me that I can’t quite put my finger on. ‘Something feels … wrong.’
‘Little man turned soft man.’Zykanth thrashes against my rib cage so hard I grunt, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, going, going, making it hard to draw breath—like I’m taking fisted blows to the chest. ‘Forget how to drake.’
