Page 9 of Mate of a Monster

My hand lands on her jaw as I force her up to her feet.

“Legend…”

“Shut up.” My mouth crashes against hers, sliding my hand over the side of her face and landing on her throat.

I peel myself away, resting my forehead against hers.

“Now.” My thumb grazes her jaw, the corner of my mouth twitching. “Wanna be a good girl and fuck me like you own me?”

A knock cracks against the door.

I turn as it swings open, and Sinner fills the doorway, all tight and annoyed. I can smell his tension from here, and if he wasn’t so pissed, I’d kick him the fuck out.

Tucking my shit away, I glare at him. “What?”

His eyes bounce between me and Arabella before settling back on me. “We have a problem. Well, a second problem.”

“Am I supposed to know what the first one is?”

My brother only stares.

Arabella makes a small noise of frustration. “Whatever it is can wait until morning. Legend needs…”

“Wasn’t talking to you. And it can’t.” Sinner doesn’t look at her. I’m starting to think he fucking hates her. And Sinner hates no one. He doesn’t give a shit enough about anyone to hate them.

So, what’s his problem with her?

I haven’t gotten to fuck my mate yet. To get rid of a certain dark-haired parasite from my head, because something always comes up and one family member is busting down the door.

It’s starting to piss me the fuck off.

Alarms bellow through the room, piercing our ears. It tears through every damn thing in this kingdom, my logic included.

My body reacts before my brain does, shoulders squaring. Magic floods to my fingertips, but there’s a strange weight behind it I choose to ignore.

For the first time in too long, the fog in my head clears.

“What is it?” I’m already moving toward the door, eager for a distraction from the noise in my head.

Arabella’s voice calls after us, but her words don’t register over the screaming bells and a distant, muffled roar. The roar of a beast with a score to settle.

“Is that—” Arabella starts to say.

“Yep” I blink. “One angry fucking dragon.”

Knight and Creed are already ahead of us as we rush down the hall. The crystal chandelier above shattering as a second furious roar rolls across the kingdom. I should be used to the familiar panicked wail of the alarms, yet my body reacts like it’s the first time I’m being called to violence. My nerves fire hot and fast as I move through the doorway with my magic already crawling up my arms. It’s tight, almost like the rope of restraint refuses to release it fully, but it’s there.

The palace staff scatter as we pass, mouths open in silent questions no one has time to answer. Another roar follows, closer now, edged with a shriek of tearing metal.

Sinner’s shoulders tighten as he strides beside me.

“Where?”

“Southwest,” he bites out. “Near the boundary leading to the portal to Rathe U.”

Rathe U…

“Tell me, Lord Dickship. Am I to be impressed?” Haide fucking curtsies, that small smirk teasing the corner of her lips when she gestures around the room.