“Mine,” Bas growled, eyes shining before another wave of pain had him shaking.
Bridget touched his face. “Yes, I’m yours.” She didn’t know what to do, but the touch stopped him shaking.
Valentine swore under his breath. “I’ll be right back.” He ran back into the house, and Bridget hoped Cosimo had more of an idea of how to help.
Bridget stroked Bas’s sweaty hair and tried not to panic every time he shook or groaned. The air around him was getting hotter and hotter.
“You really weren’t kidding about the dragon thing. Just because you weren’t impressive enough, huh?” she said.
Bas gripped her hand tighter, the claws on his hand even longer. “Mine. Mine. Mine,” he chanted.
“Yes,” she said again. She might not understand what was happening, but that was one thing she was sure of. She would be his for as long as he wanted her. It felt like he was imprinted on her mind, body, and soul. There would be no scratching him out from under her skin when this was done.
Bridget’s ears buzzed, and the hair on her arms rose. She whipped around in time to see a door of light open and a hugefae male come through. He had black and silver hair and bright red eyes.
“Where is he?” he demanded.
Bridget was on her feet in a blink, standing between the stranger and Bas. “Who the fuck are you?”
“I’m the boss.” The fae moved aside, and a woman came through the light before it shut behind her. She had red hair and was wearing flannel pajamas with tiny dragons on them.
“Hello! You must be Bridget?” the woman said cheerily.
Bridget’s overprotectiveness faltered. “You’re… You’re Quinn Draxos.”
“Another reader?” the big fae huffed.
“Don’t pout because people recognize me more than you,” Quinn said.
“Taran… Oh.Taranis. I didn’t put it together when Valentine gave me the phone,” Bridget stammered. She was staring at King Taranis himself. And she wasn’t wearing pants. Fuck.
“Yes, it’s me. I’m very impressive and famous, I know. Now, move aside, little one. I need to see to Basset,” Taranis said, and Bridget got out of his way. Bas wouldn’t let her hand go, so she moved to the other side of the sunbed.
Quinn sidled over to her. “Sooo, what brought this on in the middle of the night?” she asked sweetly.
“We were having sex. Good sex. Great, amazing sex, andbam. Pain and claws, and I don’t know how to help,” Bridget said because she was in the babbling stage of panic.
“These things happen when sex and dragons are involved.” Quinn reached over and put an arm around her shoulder.
Quinn Draxos is hugging you. Don’t freak out.Bridget’s life had become seven shades of surreal.
“Don’t worry, Taran will help. Bas will be okay. Isn’t that right, honey?” Quinn continued and gave Taran a pointed look.
“Of course, my heart,” Taranis said without looking up.
Bas growled, and Taranis growled back as he pushed Bas back down. It was weirdly dominant, and Bridget tensed.
“It’s okay,” Quinn said, rubbing her shoulder.
The back doors of the house opened, and the Greatdrakes men poured out in various shades of pajamas.
“I have painkillers!” Apollo declared, holding a handful of vials.
Cosimo had an extra robe made of thick red velvet that he held out for Bridget. “Here, you must be freezing.”
Bridget put down the blanket and put on the robe that dropped way past her feet. It smelled of Bas. “Thanks. I… He won’t let go.”
“No shit, you’re his mate,” Apollo replied and then pressed his lips together tight.
