A puff of smoke comes from a small snout. His eyes go wide. He stumbles back, cracking the last of his shell, breaking it into tiny pieces.
“You have done well.”Orion.
I have no patience for the God any longer. Now that I have my young, I’m done with him.
“Yes.”I know my child is a magnificent creation.
“Youngling, come,”I say the words through our minds. Us dragons have always had the ability to mind speak. We choose to talk to people we find worthy. Dove is the only person I’ve found deserving in this world.
My child, in his gangly, purple glory, trots over to me diligently, side-eyeing Orion. He will recognise him as a being of power. More powerful than us dragons or any other creature in this land. Thus is the way of the Gods.
Turning, I brush past Orion, encouraging my young to follow. He will be unable to use his fire until he is at full maturity. First, he will learn the art of flying. He needs to understand balance and grow strength in his wings.
I have waited centuries for this moment. Once I have fulfilled my promise to Dove, we shall leave this place.
thirty
Rivern
OncethemerrealisedI wasn’t going to open my eyes and fall for her magic, I was knocked unconscious.
And once again, I wake up to another splitting headache.
I’m growing less and less fond of the mers.
I know Dove needs them to set Fury free, but do we truly need him free?Here I am, going along with this crazy scheme as if it doesn’t bother me that my bonded is in danger. When in truth, it’s becoming increasingly clearer that it’s Fury who needs a swift head-knocking.
We all presumed that this would be easier … No one expected to be strapped down naked to a bed. Least of all me. The only person I want tosee strapped on a bed is Dove while I lick her from head to toe. My cock jolts at the imagery.
Maybe we don’t need Fury. I’ll take the wolf because he’s proven to be useful. Fury, though, has caused my bonded too much harm.
Why can’t we leave him on that island?He’s bonded to Dove. Surely, that won’t affect her long-term unless the old stories are true—the ones about bonded pairs becoming sick when they are too far from each other.
There’s no way I’ll intentionally put Dove in harm’s way, so that only leaves me with one course of action—follow through with saving the God.
Maybe he will come in handy with all of that power.
“Goddess, save me,” I groan.
Dove.That’s who I need to focus on—saving her before anything or anyone else hurts her. She is my number one priority, so, before opening my eyes, I seek her out—my love.
She’s there, alive.
For now, that is enough. There’s a chill down the bond, however, I can’t do anything while plastered to a bed, which only serves to aggravate me more. My body is on high alert.
Fingers trail down my chest, landing on my lower stomach. My eyes fly open. I snap my teeth at the pink-haired mer who tried to catch me under her spell. She is looking at my cock. She eyes it like she hasn’t seen one before, chattering with the other mer females standing at the foot of the bed, watching my naked form.
What is going on?
My cock only lusts after one woman. It makes no sudden moves for the women surrounding us. If anything,the hand moving on mystomach is causing a creeping feeling of insects moving under my skin—itdisgustsme.
Moving my legs and arms in unison, I jerk upwards, making the shell bed I’m on groan at the movement.Goddess,finally, some give.Maybe if I keep doing that, the bed will break. The green rope might be indestructible. Surely, this shell is not.
I start my jerky movements, shifting my arms and legs upwards to put a strain on the joints of the bed frame. My ankles and wrists scream silently in pain. That doesn’t stop me. I keep going, my passion for finding a doe-eyed, sharp-witted woman pushing me forward.
The pink-haired mer stands abruptly, ushering someone from the side of my enclosed bed.
“Goddess, what now—?” I would recognise that almond-coloured torso anywhere.
