Soon after, another contraction started. Weak, but enough to encourage her.
“Every lifetime…” she whispered.
Before she bore down to push. One last time.
The Solution
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“You will cease this action.”
Orpheus… Fenrir Prime… stood there staring down at me with those glowing green eyes.
Suddenly, the heat—well, it didn’t totally disappear. But it ratcheted down several notches. Like someone had turned the dial from “burning me alive inferno” to “three fire emojis followed by an eggplant.”
My mind cleared, just enough for me to barely think. And for the picture of what I must look like with my core streaming slick into Diarmuid’s lapping mouth and my hand closed around Aengus’s spent length, like I’d been planning to tear it off and jam it inside of me.
“Leave us,” Fenrir Prime said to the variants.
And to my absolute horror, Diarmuid raised up from my sloppy core, and Aengus pried my fingers from around his dominant length.
Without any hesitation or protest, they moved toward the cavern’s wooden interior doors like the automatons they claimed not to be.
Leaving me alone with the one dragon I had specifically forbidden from touching me. The only one, as it turned out, who could end this.
I panted after Aengus and Diarmuid. Maybe I could…
“Do not Reverence them, Dorie. They obey my orders because they understand what you do not. Variants do not issue viable seed. Only I can get you pregnant.”
I blinked. “Excuse me?”
“I am your prime,” he repeated slowly, “and therefore the only one who may satisfy your heat.”
“No… no!”
Panic fluttered in my chest.
“Have you noticed that your heat cycle has calmed enough to allow us this conversation?” His expression remained a cold mask in the wake of my denial. “That slight abatement is because of my presence. On a primal level, your flame is registering the match of mine.”
Panic morphed into rage. “Was this your plan all along? Wait until I was so desperate I’d have to give in to becoming your breeding experiment again?”
His expression hardened, but then something behind his eyes collapsed, and he said, “This is entirely my fault.”
He reached into the pocket of his god tech pants. When his hand came back out, there was an object in it.
No. My whole body seized when I saw the black disc.
It looked exactly like the one he’d used to render me unconscious the first night in my cavern prison.
Why did he want me unconscious? What would he do when the Reverence Pause wore off?
“Don’t touch me,” I cried out, scrambling into a seated position.
The reasoning part of my brain screamed at me to run. But the heat had rendered my limbs too weak to even get out of the bed.
“Dorie, it is not what you think.” He held up both hands, the black disc glittering under the light. “I have no wish to hurt you.”
“Really, Knifey McFenrir?” I tilted my head with a disbelieving look.
