Savage rounds on me, his nostrils flaring, his eyes purely wolfish as he gets on his knees and sniffs at the apex of my thighs and my lower stomach. Instinctively, I bury my fingers in his hair, until both Lyle and Scythe come on either side of himand wordlessly do the same. I sigh up at the ceiling because I thought I was the one under the spell of the treasure haze, but if I’m feeling irritated, then it must be fading away…only to be replaced by my three mates crashing out at Ghoul’s taunts. Lyle presses his face into my side, inhaling deeply.
“See?” I coo. “There’s no hatchling in there.”
It’s odd to see Scythe on his knees, rubbing his face into my side in a way that tickles. But when he looks up at me, any giggle, any response to being ticklish fades away. Those navy eyes, dead serious, bore into mine. He gets to his feet, the other two following. I take a step back at the fury in their eyes. The sheer possession. That all-consuming hunger. My breath catches as they stalk me, my heart racing with anticipation. I get the urge to run. To be pursued by them.
Oh yeah, the treasure haze has well and truly worn off.
Then the entire building shakes with the force of a dragon slamming into the roof, and it only takes seconds for a naked Xander to cut off my exit from behind, his eyes lighting up the room. “Tell me it’s not true,” Xander snarls, smoke streaming from his nostrils.
I turn around. “I?—”
But that’s all it takes for Scythe to seize me by the waist. He takes me to the pack bed. Setting me down, he pushes my thighs apart to look at my core. All four of them gather at the end of the bed to stare down at me. My four towering, angry giants.
“Ours,” Scythe’s shark whispers, before giving me one long lick from ass to pussy. I cry out at the abrupt pleasure. “Ours to suck,” he says before nudging my labia open with his lips and tonguing my insides in a way that makes me arch my back.
My lion appears by my side, a firm hand around my throat as he whispers across my lips. “Ours to fuck.” He claims my mouth with scorching lips and tongue, the combination of both lionand shark’s mouths on me nearly forcing me off the bed in my writhing.
My wolf’s fingers find my chin and force my mouth against his. “Ours to play with,” he growls before nipping at my lower lip.
Xander appears at the head of the bed, and I’m lifted up, completely off the bed, a tangle of limbs around me as the dragon buries his hand in my hair and tilts my head back, dragging his lips up my neck. “Ours to possess,” he snarls softly.
I come with a simpering gasp, gushing onto Scythe’s face. But they’re not nearly done with me—not for hours more.
Chapter 43
Ghoul
Is it my fault I’m ready to kill someone tonight? Definitely not.
That little interaction with the Boneweaver pack was worth the look on those faces as I’d gloated my latest comeuppance on Aurelia’s mates. I growl darkly to myself as I arrive at Naga mansion. Pottering about in the foyer, Charlotte glances my way, disturbed. But then her eyes flick expectantly past me, and my mood grows fouler still. I flick at her with my fingers. She’s much like a fly—flitting around me incessantly, unwanted.
“Where is she?” the fly squeaks.
“My fiancée has had enough of public displays,” I say, striding past her. “I don’t want people giving her the evil eye.”
Charlotte makes an ugly face. “She had just the one!”
“And it was enough.”
She shakes her head. “You know our people need to see her to boost morale.” I glower at her, and she sticks her jaw out. “I’ll be sure to take it up with my brother.”
“You do that.”
“And I’ll have the next batch of girls ready tomorrow night.”
So much for my fucking reprieve. I give a mocking bow with both arms sweeping out. “If my king wants me to have a harem, I’ll besoglad to oblige.”
“Such a chore.” General Adder sidles up next to me with his hands in his pockets. “To be breeding so many women every week.”
I brush at my shoulder like I’m proud of myself. “It’s for the cause.”
Charlotte bristles because she’s lost more breedable serpents than she can count due to my so-called style. “I’ll be sending a physician to your house to check on Miss Brown.”
Fury makes my shadows rustle around me. Power fills my eyes, and I watch the hairs on her arms stand on end. “I’ll be the first to know if she is unwell,” I sneer. “She ismybride.Myproperty, andmineto care for.”
She wrinkles her nose before turning on her heel and leaving. I walk through the house until I get out the other side and into the backyard. It’s a broad expanse of grass, covered by military vehicles parked for our nefarious uses. It’s empty of other souls for a few rare, sweet moments. My shadows twitch with agitation as I look up into the infinite void. All things began in the shadows, and so all things end in the shadows. The very air has changed, the void dancing in awareness of what is to come. Darkness approaches, and I am the one who will bring it. They will call me by my real name in the end.
“Are you ready for the truth, snakelet?” I whisper. “How long I’ve waited to show you.”
