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Chapter One
Freya
Sexual tension is the worst.
There was nowhere I could go to escape it. I mean, you’d think a nice glass of cold milk and chocolate chip cookies would do the trick, but cookies made me think of Jude, and this kitchen made me think of his body and his lips on mine and all the fun times we had cooking in this kitchen together and…yeah.
“Something wrong with my baking? You’re hurting my feelings, mate.” Jude walked in, not a shirt to be had, and took the cookie from the counter where I had placed it in my overthinking mode.
It didn’t help my constant lust that I was surrounded by three of the most drool-worthy males on the entire planet.
“I didn’t even try it,” I said, putting the cookie down. The hunger going on inside me had nothing to do with cookies or chocolate.
Jude immediately gripped my waist and hefted me onto the counter. The cold marble sent chills through the back of my thighs but did nothing to quell the ever-burning fire inside me. In fact, having his hands on me, even an innocent place like my waist, had everything inside me begging for him to touch me, more, more, more. “You still have that fever,” he said, pressing the back of his hand to my forehead.
“No shit. It won’t go away.”
“And cookies and milk won’t help.” He raised his head and pretended to shout to the others. “We’ve lost her, guys. Fever is up, and she’s not eating cookies.” Jude looked at me, that sparkle of mischief in his eyes growing into a blazing star by the second. “Where should we bury you?”
I made sure my face fell and put on my best serious expression. “You’re making fun of me. You’re making fun of my pain and my hurt. How could you?”
Jude pulled back and ran his fingers through his hair. “Freya, I’m sorry. I was just trying to lift the mood. We’ve all been so tense. Shit. I would never make fun of you.”
“Gotcha,” I said and kissed him despite my own resolve to stay away until I’d made up my mind about mating them fully.
Jude reeled back. “I can’t believe you. Joking around at a time like this!” He was laughing the entire time he said the words. “You know what happens to females who play jokes on their mates, right?” His tone became lower and darker somehow as he leaned over and put his lips to the rim of my ear as he spoke.
“No.” My words came out in a whisper. “What happens?”
“Well, bad behavior deserves punishment. I guess it depends on the infraction. A day without dessert. Or…maybe a spanking.”
They were driving me to madness, slowly but surely. My thighs were on fire. My core would burst at any moment and just dry hump Jude’s crotch in a heartbeat, I was sure of it.
Nothing but my overthinking mind stopping me from spreading my legs and demanding he take me right then and there.
“Yes,” I murmured. The word tumbled from my mouth, maybe from my dragon as she was demanding to be mated right there as well.
“Hmm, I’ll keep that in mind, that is, if you ever decide to give in to that throbbing inside you, the commanding need for your mates.”
“I…I need a shower,” I said, desperation lacing my voice, but I made no move to actually get up and leave the living cage of his arms.
“A shower? So you can touch yourself and think of me?” He sighed, hard, and his warm breath along my hot skin almost had me orgasming right there, fully clothed and fully wanting.
“You’re not making this easy,” I answered with a whimper.
“Trust me, Freya, you gorgeous, dangerous female, it’s hard all the time for me. Go on. Avoid me. Take your shower. One day you will beg for me, and I will be more than happy to oblige, my mate. Over and over and over again.”
Chapter Two
Freya
Things were getting more intense all the time, between the highers and lessers, and I found myself smack dab in the middle. I’d never been close friends with any of the lessers, besides, Hilda of course, but neither had there been a lot of acrimony between us until now.
Since my moving into the apartment with the royal dragons, even the casual pleasantries had been replaced with things like deprecating stares and grunts. I understood that they felt I’d left them behind, but they all knew it wasn’t my decision initially. I wasn’t sure what they thought I should have done about it. In fact, I did run away. Not successfully…
I tried to avoid paying attention to what people said to me, hoping in that time the lessers would get over it and begin to either treat me decently or at the very least ignore me. And when they didn’t get better, I promised myself not to respond. My doing so would only get them into trouble and, while they weren’t being kind, neither did I feel they should be placed in a position to lose the few things they had—which was the way the elders usually punished lessers who did just about anything that bugged them.
My feelings for the three royals had come a long way since I first was handed over to them. But the lessers didn’t know that. How could they? The formal matings had not taken place, and it wasn’t as if I hung on my betrotheds when outside of our private rooms. I was still too unsure of my place to do anything like that.
