Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Calm. Down.
His vision blurred, but soon he was able to steady the beast.
Still, his cock began to grow, painfully hard against his thigh. And the ache of violent hunger spread through his entire body like a sweet venom he did not want a cure for.
It was all liquid gold and lava mingling in his veins.
He wanted to put his mouth on that mark and drag his tongue across it until she shivered and frost crystals formed in the air.
He wanted to press his teeth into the place where the seal met her collarbone and taste the cold that lived just beneath her skin.
What would that sensitive flesh between her thighs taste like? The lusty nectar of winter?
The thought almost made him roar and wake his brother and her.
He wanted to slide his hand beneath Korin's arm and find the dip of her waist. Pull her back against his chest. Let her feel exactly what she did to his cock.
My mate. I must touch her too, even though she told me not to. . .I must. . .
His hand moved before he could stop it.
His fingers hovered above the curve of her shoulder. Close enough to feel the cool mist of her elemental power rising off her skin.
His Pyrathryx heat met her Cryovareth cold in the narrow space between them, and the air shimmered—actually shimmered — like a mirage forming over desert sand.
Fire reaching for ice.
The last Cryovareth in existence, and his beast wanted to devour every inch of her.
His jaw clenched so hard his fangs ached within their gums.
Don't. She already hates me. I cannot deal with any more rejection. It would. . .kill me. . .
Pyrran remembered how Sol had screamed when he’d taken her up to the highest level of the sky and tossed her out. He remembered the fear of death in her eyes as she fell.
As she clawed at the air, begging for help.
Fool. How could I have been so stupid?
Pyrran pulled his hand back and curled his fingers into a fist.
For the first time ever, his dragon whimpered inside his chest.
Do not worry. I will fix this. . .somehow.
He would earn her forgiveness first.
He would kneel if she asked.
Bleed if she required it.
Wait as long as her heart demanded.
Sol stirred in her sleep again, and he could feel her dream catching heat and causing the temperature in the space to rise.
Sex was playing out in her mind now. Pyrran just wondered if she was dreaming about all three of them together or just her and Korin.
Sol’s lips parted, and she made a soft sound—half sigh, half moan.
Pyrran's entire body went rigid.
In his sleep, Korin groaned and his hips pressed forward to answer to their mate's need.
Her arousal rose in the air.
Gods above.
Pyrran breathed it in and his cock throbbed. He wanted to move closer. Wanted to press his nose to the curve of where she was warm and wet.
He wanted to lick her there and make her moan as she woke up.
He wanted to fuck her.
Wanted to roll her onto her back, spread her thighs, and bury himself so deep inside her that she'd forget every stupid thing that he’d done.
I could just wait for the full ripening. Would that be enough?
It was already beginning, and whether she liked it or not, he was her mate and she would be wet for him too.
Her body was preparing itself for her mates.
Stop. Think of how to fix this before the ripening. There’s got to be a way.
Slowly, carefully, Pyrran pulled himself out of bed. The mattress shifted slightly, but Sol didn't wake.
Korin pulled her closer, and she burrowed deeper into his warmth.
The ache in Pyrran’s chest deepened.
She'd been sleeping for days. Waking only briefly to drink the tea they brought her and eat small bites of food. She’d let Korin clean her once before she drifted back into sleep.
That was normal after a first shift. The body needed time to recover and adjust to the new form.
Sol might sleep for a few more days.
And when she woke, she'd need comfort, warmth, and the presence of her mates to reassure her that she was safe.
But Pyrran couldn't give her that.
Not yet.
Not when she still flinched every time his hand got too close.
I need to earn her trust and. . .perhaps I have a way to do that before the ripening finishes.
Knowing that he would have to shift into his beast, Pyrran didn’t even dress.
This has to be the way.
He quietly left the room and entered the hallway. It was carved from the same black volcanic stone as the rest of the mountain. Veins of gold ran through the walls and ceiling, glowing faintly with their own light.
Treasure lined the corridors—coins spilling from chests, jewels scattered like carelessly tossed pebbles, ancient crowns resting on pedestals.
This was their home. Their kingdom. And now it was hers too.