“I am so bloody hard for you right now, my Spark.” Daire leans over me, kissing Freya.
I watch the languorous way that he cards his fingers through her long hair, holding her in place.
They look beautiful together.
They fit.
My King and Queen.
And all it will cost me is everything.
I moan, arching. My wings spread beneath me, heating up. They scorch and blacken the wingbones.
Freya glances down at me, before she breaks away from the kiss. “Oh, fuck.”
She drops over me, laying her forehead against mine. I curl my claws over her back, deliberately ripping her dress down theback, pulling it off her shoulders to touch as much of her skin as possible.
“He’s burning up.” Freya scans my face. “He’s going into rut.”
“His eyes are doing that swirly, amber thing.” Daire lies next to me, pointedly resting his sharp teeth against my throat in warning. “Is Hadrian here?”
“Not yet.” I take deep breaths of Freya’s pheromones, as she purrs and nuzzles me. “He’d have burned Sheut to ash in s-s-s-earch...”
What was I saying?
What was…?
I try to say the word again, but I can’t work out how to form it. My fangs elongate even further.
“You’re going feral.” Daire’s fangs imprint themselves against my skin; it grounds me.
I hump against Freya, desperate for relief. “Once b-bonded…a d-d-dragon…” What was I saying? I growl, before trying again. They both patiently wait for me. “A d-dragon s-s-shouldn’t be s-separated from their m-m-mate.”
“Idiot.” This time Daire says it more fiercely. “Then Aurelius, Hadrian, or whoever the hell you are, we’d better fuck.”
I manage to huff a laugh. “Romantic.”
“I’m angry with you right now, dragon. But hate sex can be sexy.”
I narrow my eyes. The fae wants hate sex?
My amber eyes swirl. Ancient darkness rises through me.
Shadows wind from me like a thousand tiny threads. They rip Daire’s robe, shredding it from his athletic body. He yells in shock as he’s bared.
I grin, viciously, as I claw at Freya’s robe, dragging it off to reveal her delicious curves.
I allow out the savagery inside as the rut overtakes me.
My tongue darts out to wet my lips at the sight of Freya’s beautiful breasts and peaked nipples.
My Omega.
My love.
My true empire.
How do they not know that I am Emperor Hadrian, the last and only emperor to have conquered every kingdom in the Shadow Realms?
