Nix blinked, and she scowled at Bael. Standing, she asked, “You really just showed me that?”
“It worked, didn’t it?” Bael remarked.
“No one elsetouches you. Any of you,” she announced in an enraged voice that stroked over Thierry’s cock.She cares who we touch. Maybe she did like Thierry. Maybe she would fully accept him as her mate.I want to be linked to her. He wanted her heart and her mind. Her trust.
She was an enigma when it came to trust.
I want to know all of her secrets, Thierry thought to himself.
Bael must have shown her the men with another woman. That pissed Thierry off as well.
“Yeah, channel that rage, baby,” Bael egged her on. “Now, think about all the tension flowing right to your back.” He slipped behind her and palmed her bare back. “Right here.” Hemassaged under her shoulder blades and stole a surprised moan from her lips.
“Feel the anger, so warm,” Bael rasped. “Righthere.”
He dug his fingers into her back muscles harder, and her legs trembled. Her face scrunched into pained pleasure as he kneaded her back.
“Just think about if we hadn’t been able to tell it wasn’t you. Another woman touchingyourmates. Her hand, her mouth, on our cocks.”
The fire burned hotter and brighter over Nix’s body. Being a creature of Hell, the incubus touched her freely, not burning. Her fire would not hurt any of her men. After all, fire did not destroy stone.
Thierry stepped closer to her, watching the flames with wide eyes.Dragons do not do this. They breathed fire; they did not light their own bodies aflame with it. Thierry stood very still as the dread seeped into him.
No, he thought.She couldn’t be.
“Feel all that hot rage penetrating your back righthere.” Bael firmly massaged her. Unable to help himself, Bael leaned forward from behind her and ran his serpent tongue up the back of her neck.
She shivered, and he groaned and rocked his hips behind her, rubbing his erection to her bare ass. “Bael.”
“I want you to expel the anger righthere. Release all that build-up from your shoulder blades right now. Just think about if that bitch had fucked your mates—”
Nix’s flames jumped from her skin and lit up so brightly that the men had to squint at her before their supernatural eyesight adjusted. “AHHHHHH.”
Wings ripped out of her back, shoving Bael to the ground behind her as he laid back in awe.
The men simultaneously stopped breathing. The breeze rustling the tree leaves was the only sound that filled the forest.
“Dear Gods…” Thierry rubbed a hand over his gaping mouth as her wings unfurled and fluttered.
“Oh,” Nix moaned at the feeling of freeing her wings, but she still stood in human form. A half shift. Only the most powerful shifters were capable of that.
Lit with flames, she stretched out her stunning vermillion-colored wings. Nix tried to crane her neck to look behind her.
“She’s…” Ryker trailed out, stunned.
“Those are not dragon wings,” Thierry stated in a low voice. Did his tone mask the dread he felt?
“What do you mean?” Nix asked, trying hard to see her wings behind her. She spun around, trying to catch a good glimpse.
Making up her wings were fluttering feathers the color of burning orange lava. They sparkled under the flames encasing her.
Ryker started slowly, “Dragon wings are—”
“Membrane,” Thierry finished the sentence.
Bael slowly rose from the ground behind her and muttered, “You have…feathers.”
“What does that mean?” Nix asked, not sensing the shift in the men. Not understanding the rising tension as they realized what she was.
