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I would never force her, except I just did. Beating the ground again, I cursed. How had I messed all of this up so much?
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
JAIYANA
Rehan clutched me tight to his chest as he landed on a moonlit sandy beach on his hind legs. His rage made his blood pump and vibrate the very air around him. The moment his grip loosened, I slipped to the ground and backed away, somehow still holding the stupid heels that matched my dress.
I touched the side of my neck, feeling Tyson’s mate mark seared into my skin. Anger, hurt, and confusion mixed. He rejected me. Having kids was my only function in his eyes, and I couldn’t do that. What was he thinking?
The humidity in the air swelled. Tiny droplets of water formed and floated like frozen rain before flying toward the water dragon, now shrinking into his human form. In the glow of the moonlight, he morphed into the naked powerhouse of a man who pinned me to a wall what felt like a lifetime ago. His dark hair cascaded around his shoulders.
In two powerful strides, he stepped to my side and pulled me into his arms. “That shouldn’t have happened.” He pressed his lips into my temple before wincing in pain, cupping his balls with one hand.
I tried to pull away, but he released his junk and squeezed me to his chest.
“No. You’re worth the pain.” He grunted. “My mate mark should have protected you; I should have protected you.”
I took deep breaths and held my trembling hands together. It had been a very long time since I found myself powerless in a situation. Memories of my younger years, especially the Renaissance era, before I cut off all my hair and pretended to be a boy, circled. For a lot of history, men took what they thought they deserved, and I’d lived through all of it. Unwanted hands and advances were things women learned to deal with, and fortunately, that was the worst of my experiences.
But this had been different.
Yes, he’d forced me, and it was wrong. But the rush of need his mark flooded my system with was something I’d never felt before—more than that. I’d been at his mercy, pinned to a tree with his hard-on pressed against my skirt. Instead of punching him in the face and running, I leaned into him, embracing his mark.
He mate marked me, a second bond tying me to a dragon.
He’s in love with you.
He’s a moody toddler and fucking bipolar.
…
Yeah, no comeback for that, bitch.
Tyson scared the piss out of me, but that was mostly it. I truly believed he wouldn’t have gone further than he did unless I asked for it. A shiver of equal parts fear and need made my knees tremble.
Would I have asked for it?
I don’t know.
I reached up and ran my fingers across the drying blood on my neck before squeezing my eyes shut. Tyson’s need todominate me, to use me to overcome his anger, as unhealthy as I knew it was, had been hot as fuck.
Yeah, it felt good to be needed, not to be the strong one.
Yeah, it did.
I opened my eyes and pushed away from Rehan’s embrace. He stepped back, watching me like I was going to break. My core still pulsed with need. The magic of two mate marks and days of Tyson’s teasing left tingles across my skin and my imagination running wild. My gaze wandered down Rehan’s built, very naked figure, taking in every sculpted muscle quivering with his own emotions.
This wasn’t the time or place.
You take the fun out of everything. Bang the hot naked dragon on the beach in the moonlight!
Sand will get everywhere.
So what? Ever heard of a shower?
He’ll get shocked before we can do anything fun.
Fine, be lame.
