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With a shrug, he replies, “I couldn’t help but to be curious.” A different kind of possessiveness stirs in me. He better have left before she started moaning my name and coming for me.
“Don’t worry, once she agreed to her punishment, I left.”
A huff of an acknowledgment leaves me although the irritation stays. “Like I said, you’re a prick, Galen.” I smirk back and lean deeper into my seat now that my dick is raging hard again. Fuck I need her. I lick my lips remembering her sweet taste from this morning.
“Anyone want to fill me in?” Cyrus questions.
“Drago’s pet is dismayed because he failed to mention she was in heat.”
Cyrus looks at me like I’m mad, his expression of both shock and disapproval. “Drago. You attempted to breed her without her knowing?”
A pang of guilt hits me, but they fail to understand our needs. “No. It’s not like that.” I let my arm fall to the table and it lands with a heavy thud. “I intended to wait and see if she went into heat again next month.” I frown at my brothers. “I wasn’t planning on sleeping with her.”
“You have more control than I do brother.” Hearing Cyrus’s confession has my eyes narrowing in on him. He throws his hands up. “You know I didn’t touch her.”
“So you have your mate and now I get mine from this deal.” Galen says, clapping his hands with a firm grin on his face.
“I don’t know that she’ll let me bed her again.” I run a hand down my face.
“You two have screwed yourselves.” Cyrus looks between the two of us. “You take a woman without her knowing, who, sorry to say it Drago, may never heat again. And you,” he turns his attention to Galen, “want to kidnap a woman and possibly start a war over someone who might be able to carry dragonlings.” He shakes his head, his eyes worried. “What the hell is wrong with you two?”
I huff a laugh. “There’s more to life than just fucking. Haven’t you ever wished for a mate?”
“The idea is intriguing, but you know how this is going to end, don’t you?” He stares at both of us with a grim expression. His pessimistic view is not contagious at this hour.
“When did you become such a depressing asshole, Cyrus?” I ask him from across the table.
“He’s been doing that lately.” Galen talks only to me as if Cyrus isn’t in the room. It makes me grin. We used to do that when we were kids to piss Cyrus off. Years before that, when we were just children, we’d convince him he was invisible because we so often ignored him and talked about him like he wasn’t there. I chuckle and keep my eyes on Galen.
“It’s unfortunate he has no intention of finding a mate. I imagine it’s his lack of confidence in the bed chambers that keeps him to himself.”
“Fuck off.” Cyrus shrugs and leans back in his seat like he’s not affected. Which is a telltale sign that we’re getting under his skin.
Galen talks right over Cyrus, “Poor women have no idea. I bet he leaves them all disappointed.”
“You two are disgraceful. You know that?” Cyrus speaks but Galen speaks over him.
“Probably best that he doesn’t procreate. We inherited the best of the genes after all.” He continues, “Wouldn’t want our future generations to be little Cyruses running around.” I all out laugh at Galen’s words, but it comes to an abrupt halt as Cyrus rises onto his feet.
Cyrus yells, “There won’t be a next generation! We’re fucked. We’re all fucked!” He breathes heavily, his face red as his eyes flash reptilian. “Ever since the purge we’ve been screwed over.” He takes a heavy seat and draws his dragon back in. “We’re the last dragons; there will be no more.”
“What the fuck Cyrus?” Galen voices exactly what I was thinking. My throat is tight with the notion that there is no hope.
“I’ve tired of this depressing version of you,” I add on. We both look at him with a mix of irritation and concern. He’s never been like this in his entire life.
He huffs as if he didn’t just lose his mind. “Then stop bitching about mates so I can get back to the fun in life.”
“We want mates, Cyrus,” I stress. “I crave one more than anything.”
He looks me dead in the eyes and answers, “Well then you want something you can’t have.”
“My mate is in my room right now and she will give me dragonlings.” My voice holds no conviction; even as I say the words, I doubt them. Cyrus cocks an eyebrow at me as though I’ve proven his point for him. “She will.”
“And when she doesn’t?” Cyrus asks as if it’s inevitable.
My heart sinks at his question. A beat passes before I tell him, “She’s heated stronger than any woman ever has before.”
“How many years did we spend trying to find appropriate companions?” Galen and I look at each other with our lips firmly pressed into a flat line. Cyrus continues without either of us answering him. “Too many fucking years. Courting women and waiting to see if their heat would hold.” A black air of depression settles between us. “Why not try it my way? Huh? Least I’m having fun with it and there are no broken hearts or grief. Only enjoyment.”
