We rise up together from the water, which drips down from our hair.
I stare into Aurelius’ eyes, as I kiss him desperately, sucking and biting like the wild wolf that I am.
I claw at his back, and he tightens his hold on my hair, baring my neck.
Water streams down his horns and gleaming crown, as this deadly king bends his head before me to lick down the bond mark that he savagely bit onto my neck.
Pleasure sparks through me, and I whine.
Slick gushes from my pussy.
I bite my lip, sensing my Alpha’s joy and desire through the golden collar of our bond.
His all-encompassing love.
“You won’t be in this alone,” Aurelius whispers against my neck, nipping and sucking along my skin and making me shiver. “Bonded dragons never are. I can appear to you in your dreams. I will be with you.”
Relief rushes through me.
He always planned this.
“I haven’t forgiven you.” I press closer to Aurelius, however, kissing down his jaw. “Don’t expect anything but a kick in the balls from Daire.”
“I can live with that, as long as you both live.” Aurelius draws back from me, his expression suddenly serious in a way that makes my stomach swoop with dread. “Lan will arrive at the end of the week. My uncle is arranging it now. That gives you only one week to train with Wraith in the Spy Guild. She thinks that you will be a natural spy to infiltrate that nest of lying rats.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Maximinus’ Study, Draca Kingdom
Daire, Alpha Shadow Fae King
“Sweet fae.”Maximinus’ quill scratches across the parchment. He is seated behind his large desk, which is cluttered with relics, talismans, and powerful items of arcane, ancient magic that set my teeth on edge. The burning sun bathes the opulent room of frescoes and gold and silver statues of dragons, which feel a shade too alive. Maximinus looks more like a scribe than the bloody sadistic sorcerer he truly is. “Why do you always persist on making me do this to you?”
I ruffle my bedraggled feathers from my place kneeling naked in front of the desk. “Do what…?”
When Maximinus flicks his wrist without looking up at me, the iron in my veins, with which he poisoned me as soon as I came to the Shadow Court, flares to life.
I had to bloody ask.
I scream.
Shadow tendrils creep up my throat and then down the backs of my hands.
Iron surges through my bloodstream, sick and wrong.
“Boss,” I gasp.
“Hmm?”Scratch, scratch, scratch.“Poor thing, that sounds painful.”
May the Shadow Devils choke him on his own knot.
“Fuck.” I thrash on the floor.
My back arches.
A conspiracy of ravens swoops down to the window in alarm. They rap on the glass with their strong bills, trying to reach me.
My ravens raise their voices in musical, croaking songs.
