“Okay,” I whimpered quietly, tenderly wrapping my hands around him. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
“I’m fine,” he said. “Nothing that won’t heal. How are you?”
“Okay, I think.”
He pulled back, but only enough to be able to kiss me. I rose on my tiptoes, drinking in the heat of his mouth. His hand squeezed my ass, and I moaned slightly, rubbing against him.
The battle lust was fading, replaced with a raging need to be mounted and taken by my mate. He was the one I would submit to. The only one.
“Hey, um, you know she’s getting away. Right?”
I glanced down at Milly, who was pointing onefrail hand at the door. Bryna was crawling her way down the hallway, and I noted the angle of one of her legs.
“Did I break her leg?” I asked. “I don’t remember doing that.”
Caz grunted. “Wasn’t me. So must have been you. Your dragon is vicious.”
“Don’t you forget it,” I warned playfully.
“She’s still getting away,” Milly said.
Caz waved her off. “I wouldn’t worry about it.”
“Why not, mate?” I purred, hanging off his side sensually, uncaring. I needed to be fucked. Now. My dragon agreed.
“Calm,” Caz whispered. “Soon. I will take you home, and I will spread you on the desk in my study at the top of the citadel, and I will fill your pussy with my cock until you scream my name. But you have to wait.”
My dragon whined unhappily, but I stood a little straighter nonetheless.
“Good girl,” he rumbled in my ear, his warm breath running down my neck, bringing shivers and bumps with it.
“I’m right here,” Milly said dryly, interrupting us. “I can hear everything you’re saying. Just because I’m halfway starved to death doesn’t mean my hearing doesn’t work. So knock it off. Will you?”
“I will never tire of my mate,”Caz said, as if that settled the case. “Ah. There we go.”
A clatter of footsteps came down the stairs and Dirk appeared at the head of a squad of scale-clad dragons from the palace. He stumbled to a halt at the carnage in the hallway, looking around.
Only now did I see the results of Caz’s work. The dragon impaled to the ceiling, several more in pieces. Two more frozen completely solid. The rest … I didn’t see any sign of them.
“Damn. That’s hardcore,” Milly said in the silence as Dirk hoisted Bryna up to her feet in the hallway.
She spat in his face. He headbutted her unconscious.
“Come on,” Caz said, bending down next to Milly. “Let’s get out of here. Shall we? You need some medical care and a good meal.”
“I agree,” Milly said. “But I think you’ve got the order of operations mixed up.”
I choked back a laugh. If Milly could still crack jokes, she was going to be okay. Ella was recovering at the chalet. Bryna was in custody.
Together, we started down the hallway toward Dirk and the guardsmen.
“Did we do it?” I asked quietly. “Is it truly over now?”
“No,” Caz rumbled as we passed Bryna’s unconscious form. “The changes have only just begun.”
Forty-Six
Casimir
