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:I didn’t start shit,: motherfucker retorted. :Tell the dragon to shut the fuck up, or I’ll stuff his fucking mouth for him.:
:You want a piece of me?: I glared at him with murderous rage the way only a dragon can. :Come at me, motherfucker, and I’ll rip your fucking arm off and beat you with your own goddess-damned limb.:
Rik heaved a sigh like a giant-ass landslide. :Now you’ve done it. Our queen has taken notice.:
Malicious glee and anticipation sweetened the fire burning in my veins. About fucking time.
“Is there a problem?” Shara asked.
“No,” motherfucker said at the same time I growled, “Fuck yeah.”
“Are you fighting over Daire?”
Motherfucker laughed like she’d taken a bite out of his funny bone. “Not at all, Your Majesty. In fact, I think the dragon’s more offended about my lack of interest in the warcat than Daire is himself.”
“Mehen? What’s wrong?”
I didn’t want to look away from motherfucker in case he took it as a sign of capitulation, but her bond tugged deep inside of me. Swinging my head toward the chairs where she sat.
Eyes fucking shining like she swallowed the fucking moon. Her color high. Her lips parted, giving me a peek of her tongue. Her fangs. Not all the way distended but very interested in whatever the fuck was going on between us.
Which only stirred my lust to a fevered pitch.
“Do you have a problem with Sekh?”
“I fucking hate him,” I retorted with all the dragon fire burning in my gut.
“The feeling is mutual.” Though motherfucker sounded fucking bored out of his skull.
Her shoulders fell, and I felt like fucking shit for putting that look of disappointment on her face. Because she thought our mutual hatred meant we wouldn’t fuck for her entertainment.
When that was exactly my fucking goal. Luckily, motherfucker was on the same fucking page.
“Someone’s feeling grumpy today,” he said in a mocking kindergarten-teacher tone that grated my teeth together. “We should play nice while our queen is watching, dragon.”
“Or maybe you should start fucking bleeding all over the fucking floor.”
“You first.”
Guillaume stepped over like a fucking referee. I gave him my meanest sneer. “Hope you brought your biggest sword, knight. Not that it’ll fucking help keep your fucking head attached.”
His lips twitched. “I won’t need my biggest sword to shut you up, dragon. But for some unfathomable reason, our queen actually likes you in one piece, so I won’t make a dragon-hide saddle today.”
He jerked his head toward the chairs, and the rest of the sweaty sword-and-knife wielders went to join our queen.
“We’re going to set some rules?—”
“Fuck your rules,” I retorted. “Though I promise I won’t kill anyone.” I paused for dramatic effect. “Today.”
Ignoring me, Guillaume continued. “To protect this convenient training area, if you shift, you automatically lose. Claws and teeth are fine but no full beasts. The support pillars can’t take a hit from your tail or the general’s horns.”
“Fine,” I muttered. Not that I intended to shift, though as a king, I couldn’t guarantee my control would keep the dragon contained. If they thought I was feisty in the fucking bedroom, they definitely didn’t need Leviathan trying to fuck our queen.
“What does he need to say to tap out?” Motherfucker asked. “Uncle?”
“I’ll fuck you and your uncle.”
Guillaume rolled his eyes. “No maiming. No one gets injured badly enough our queen has to heal you to save you. Otherwise, anything’s game. You’re Blood, so fucking act like it.”
