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“So fucking bleed, motherfucker,” I growled.
Motherfucker dipped his head but didn’t lower his burning gold eyes. “As I said, you first.”
Shara’s bond was still tight with worry and upset, not fucking wet and roaring hot. “How cute. Our queen’s actually worried about your wellbeing.” To make our intent very clear for her, I pulled my T-shirt over my head and threw it on the floor. Then moved my hands to my fly. “Let’s go, motherfucker. Someone’s about to fucking beg.”
Even if it ends up being me.
34
SEKH
A little payback time. A fucking violent fuck. A whole lot of blood. Fuck yeah.
I bent down to untie my combat boots so I could kick them off. Pants and shirt next.
“Only thing better than a hatefuck is fucking our queen,” the dragon drawled as he shucked his pants.
“On that we can both agree.”
And if we were extremely lucky, we’d get to fuck her again too.
Not that I was complaining but she had a lot of Blood, and a whole hell of a lot on her mind right now. They didn’t realize how fucking crazy it was for her to be up and functioning after bleeding so much to heal the thrall back to some semblance of life. She’d fed on me deeply enough even I’d needed to feed. Un-fucking-believable.
He sauntered closer, eyes glittering with malice despite the quirk of his lips. Hands loose at his side, no claws yet. Green scales sprinkled across his shoulders and chest. His prison had been outside of this world, so I hadn’t Seen his suffering, but I could measure the time he’d been out of my sight. I’d also noted how many queens went to free Leviathan—only to never return.
Only Shara fucking Isador had been able to free him and live to break him to her will.
He’d lived as a dragon for so long the beast never completely left him. After thousands of years of solitary confinement, he was lucky to still be sane. Mostly. “Should we pretend to play nice first?”
Our young queen’s bond still vibrated with concern about our little demonstration. She feared I was about to rip his head off—rather than rip him a new asshole.
I locked my palm around his nape and hauled him against me, sealing my mouth over his. Grinding his lips against his own fucking teeth until I could taste his blood. A punishing, brutal kiss, sucking on his mouth to steal his very breath from his lungs.
Not to be outdone, he jammed his tongue into my mouth and opened his jaws wide, grinding back on me just as hard. He grabbed handfuls of my hair and jerked, trying to get leverage by twisting my head to suit him. Not that I’d fucking budge an inch.
So he settled for chowing down on my bottom lip instead. Though he’d never taste a drop of my blood unless our queen allowed it.
I shoved him back a step and looked directly at Shara, letting my eyes blaze with heat as his blood dripped down my chin. “This is all for you, Your Majesty.”
Eyes wide and dark, she stared at the blood and flames licked over my skin. Then her eyes flared, her mouth starting to open, mouthing a warning, though I didn’t need it.
I allowed him the opening to take his best shot before I took the upper hand. I wasn’t into humiliation. Though if he wanted me to wipe the floor with his ass before fucking him, I would. Gladly.
His closed fist slammed into my lower jaw, turning my head with the force of the blow. His breath grunted out with effort. He really had put his fucking back into the punch.
Shaking my head—in amusement, rather than pain—I turned back to face him. “You should’ve taken note of the effect our alpha’s fists had on me, dragon.”
Mehen shook his hand, trying to get feeling back in his busted knuckles. “I saw him pound your face into the fucking dirt.”
“Which I allowed because I wanted our queen’s blood on the ground. Punch me all you want but know you’ll break every bone in your hands on the sphinx who stands guard for all time.”
Behind us, Rik grunted in agreement. “I punched him as the rock troll and didn’t manage to do more than give him a black eye for an hour.”
“Fine,” Mehen growled out. “Let’s see how much you’ll bleed.”
Scales shifted under his skin in a sinuous wave as his claws shot out. He paced around me, shoulders wide, arms cocked at the elbows, claws ready to swipe and rend. I didn’t bring mine out yet.
Feinting toward my abdomen with his right hand like he intended to eviscerate me, he threw his left hand around in an arc, slashing at my face.
