Aye, wildly fucking. In fact, I’m still in our Omega.This time, Daire’s reply is in his mind, but I hear it too. Long distance dirty talk; I like the possibilities.Want me to tell you how incredible our Omega’s tight pussy feels wrapped around my cock? I bet that you wish you could feel how warm and wet she is. What? I hope that I didn’t make you fly into a mountainside…
Daire’s dick twitches, already valiantly stiffening inside me like he’s ready for a second round at the idea of teasing Aurelius while fucking his Omega.
Exhibitionist.
Yet my brow furrows.
Aurelius can talk by telepathy to Daire and me because we’re his dragon riders.
Our three-way telepathy is a depth of connection that’s greater than sharing pheromones or even emotions through bond marks.
We’re truly in each other’s minds. No one else can communicate with each other like we can or know what we’re talking about.
It’s our secret world.
Yet something is nagging at me.
Aurelius, why didn’t you transform into your dragon form and contact us this way, rather than through the Dream Bond?I demand.
Because telepathy between a dragon and his riders is only possible within a certain range. A dragon should never be parted from his riders.Aurelius replies.
My eyes widen.
I struggle to look past Daire’s shoulder at the clear sky. My heart beats frantically.
I can’t see anything.
Not yet.
My voice is low.You shouldn’t have come. You will be fucking killed if they catch you.
So will you, my Spark. Why would an Alpha King expect his riders and consorts to risk what he wouldn’t?Aurelius’ cold voice is determined.Meet me at Mount Eternal. It is a place where the Bloods’ enemies were entombed in ancient times, sometimes alive. Queen KalaKant was rumored to have resurrected the tradition. Lan will allow you to go there alone to pray for the spirits of your ancestors because the fucker believes in that bullshit. The Shadow Humans don’t venture there because the antlered fuckers fear the vengeful ghosts, who they believe haunt the caves. I may be risking death by flying into the heart of my enemy’s kingdom, but you have no idea what I would be risking if I didn’t.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Mount Eternal,Blood Kingdom
Aurelius
I roarat the antlered fuckers below who dare to hurl their spears at me from the rich fields of farmland between fig and date trees.
How dare Shadow Humans challenge me, the feared Golden Dragon?
Burn them, Hadrian whispers inside me, louder in dragon form as he always is.Melt the skin from their bones for their insolence. Raze this city in a surprise attack. Fly our mates out of danger back to our kingdom. Then you will become the feared emperor.
I swoop higher into the cloudless sky, twisting my sinuous neck.
I won’t.
If I conquer Lanlin like that, becoming Hadrian, then I will have lost.
My belly is filled with flames. My sharp-toothed mouth tastes of ash.
The Shadow Humans’ spears bounce off my golden scales, which glow under the hot afternoon sun as brightly as a second sun. The iron-tipped weapons are as harmless as gnats bothering a crocodile.
I narrow my serpentine eyes at the Shadow Humans far below.
Brave deer.
