I’ve been aching for what feels like hours now—thoughIknow it’s not that long.MyDrakeis aching too—and eager to be part of this.WhenIlook down,Isee it’s his shaftIhave in my hand.
Long and thick, it’s covered with tiny silver scales and humped with ridges along the top and underside.Thecrown is almost as broad as my fist—difficult to fit into any woman who hasn’t been properly prepared first.
Not thatI’veever let a lover see this part of myDrake—Ikeep him hidden as much as possible since most people fear him.Butalso, he’s never shown this kind of interest in a woman before.Noneof my lovers has ever gotten much of a response from him.ButwhenIwas nearElowen,Ifelt his interest—and the immediate feeling of possession and ownership flowing from him.
You have to be careful with dragons—they’re prone to hoarding, especially when they think something is precious.Andthe feelingsI’mgetting from myDrakeright now tell me he thinksElowenismorethan precious.
I wonder if he thinks that because her pale blue eyes are like sapphires and her curly red hair is as shiny as rubies.ButwhenIhave that idea,Ifeel a rumble of negation from him.Elowenis precious because she’sours,he lets me know—she must be kept safe at all costs.
This surprises me even more.MyDrakeis what they call an “AshDrake” or a “CloudedDrake.”Meaninghis scales are tarnished and he doesn’t have the ability to express himself or speak his thoughts and feelings which can make him dangerous because he can’t be reasoned with.Thesefeelings of possessive protectivenessI’mgetting from him about the curvy little priestess are the clearestI’veever gotten from him.
“You really like her, huh?”Imurmur, still stroking the thick, scaly shaft in my hand.
I get back a single word from him.
MINE.
Fuck.Istop stroking for a moment.Hetalked—he actually spoke!Allmy lifeI’vebeen ashamed of being a second-classShifter—one tied to anAshDrake.Butsomehow being withElowen—even thoughIdidn’t actually fuck her except with my fingers—has made the being inside me able to talk.
Well, he said one word—but that’s more thanI’veever heard from him before.
What is it about the little priestess?What’sso special about her?
I don’t speak this thought aloud, but myDrakeapparently hears it.Iget back a picture from him ofElowenlooking up with her pale blue eyes and her soft pink lips.ThenIget another picture of her spread across my lap, panting and needy and me pumping my fingers deep in her tight pussy.
Fuck…Iclose my eyes and start to stroke the huge shaft again.Eventhough it’s myDrake’s, we share the pleasure—just as we share it whenIstroke my own shaft.
I jerk off thinking of the little priestess moaning for me asIsucked her nipples and made her come.
I come with her name on my lips and asIshoot burning hot seed across my belly,Iwonder ifI’llever see her again.
13
ELOWEN
I get back to the temple just in time to duck in the back door of the dorm and change my soiled robes for fresh clean ones.Ifeel guilty asIdo so.MaybeIdon’t deserve to wear clean robes—not after whatIdid withTheron.
I don’t see any of my dorm mates around andIwonder where they are.Haveany of them managed to survive the curse or circumvent it likeIdid?Didany of them find a male as kind asTheron, willing to help them without changing the color of their eyes?
It’s almost time for theEveningmeal when they start trickling in.AndIsee at once that not a single one of them was as fortunate as me.Lorelei,Hortence,Terylin,Shantilla—all of them have large, rounded bellies under their robes and all have green eyes—mostly bloodshot from crying.
Last to come in isMirabella.Shelooks at no one but only goes straight to her cot.Nobodyseems inclined to talk—Isee a few glances shot in my direction butI’msitting with a pillow over my stomach.Idon’t need to flaunt the fact thatIovercame the curse when none of them could.
Then, the moment we’ve all been dreading happens.SisterAgathacomes through the front door of the dorm and claps her bony hands together.
“Alright, girls,” she says sharply.“Nowit’s time for…”Shetrails off and her faded blue eyes go wide.“MercifulGoddess—what has happened to you all?”she demands.
Again, no one says anything—at first.ThenLoreleisays,
“Mirabella made us go to a witch’s house and steal wish flowers.”
“What?”Mirabella’sgreen eyes flash.Apparently, she’s decided there’s no use using the magic eye drops when they can’t hide what she’s done.Orwhat’s been donetoher, more accurately.“Don’tyou lie,” she snaps atLorelei.“Youwanted to go get the wish flowers too!”
“No we didn’t—you made us!”Shantillasays.Sheturns toSisterAgatha.“Mirabellamade us steal the flowers and then the witch came and caught us and put…”Hervoice wobbles.“Puta curse on us.”
“A curse?Whatkind of curse?”SisterAgathademands.
“It made us go out to the town to find men!”Hortenceexclaims.
