“Or maybe they suspect, and they don’t have any proof.” My words came out like a growl. “But look—we’re proof. We just need to get out of here to show people.”
“We need to get to Hadriel and Leala,” Hannon said.
“Or Weston, the wolf alpha.” Vemar rubbed his slightly bearded chin. We hadn’t been called up for a party recently, and everyone was looking a little worse for wear. They didn’t bother grooming us if no one but the officers would see us. “I’m never fond of dealing with wolf alphas, but if anyone knows what’s going on with the wolves, it’s that guy. No one farts without his permission.”
I released the smothering hold I’d put on my bond with Nyfain, and relief and love washed through me. I echoed it, closing my eyes to relish the feeling of him deep inside of me, then thought of his body deep inside of me, causing another ache that pooled heat into my core and tightened my nipples.
“Bedtime, I think.” Vemar pushed to standing, stepped over Hannon, and closed the cell door behind him. “Strange Lady has that look in her eyes. She needs quiet time where she thinks no one can hear her moan.”
My mouth dropped open. I worked my jaw, willing words to come out to deflect, but I didn’t have a clue what to say. It didn’t happen often, but occasionally I let myself fall into the feelings from Nyfain when I wasn’t in pain, experiencing pure pleasure from the bond. From him. It eased some of my longing to see him again.
“Quick, let’s all go to sleep so she won’t be embarrassed.” Lucille smirked at me. “Just think of how embarrassed she’ll be when she is crowned princess and she knows her guards all listened to her climax.”
“If all this is true and he’s truly the one who holds her claim.” Tamara gave me a poignant look.
Lucille rolled her eyes, because yes, there could be no doubt whose scent it was. Whose power blended with mine. Still, I was common. I wasn’t officially a dragon until my first shift, and as long as I was stuck in this dungeon, I would never shift. The courts adhered to a certain protocol, and I didn’t tick any boxes. It was a problem for a later day.
I was not happy with this conversation so near Hannon.
“You guys,” I hissed. “My brother is here.”
“Please leave me out of it,” Hannon said, turning his head the other way.
I was determined to hold out just on principle, but when we were all locked back in our cells in the darkness and I lay on my bed of uncomfortable straw that did little to soften the hard stone…I did give in once again. I let the longing wash over me.
Desire spread through my body. I spread my legs and slipped my hand into my loose pants, careful to make absolutely no sound. An answering need flowed from the bond. Nyfain’s desperation to touch me again was so strong that it nearly took my breath away. I stroked my finger through my wetness and rubbed it around my clit, sighing at the glorious sensation. Through the bond, I felt him stroking his cock. This was basically bond sex. We might be an incredible distance apart, but it wasn’t so far that we couldn’t make-believe-fuck each other.
I pressed the heel of my palm to my clit and plunged two fingers into my pussy, barely stifling a groan as I did so. I licked my finger and thumb of my other hand and lightly pinched my nipple, adding that sensation to the growing mix. My mind drifted deeper into the fantasy, images playing behind my eyes.
Nyfain’s fingers took over for mine, plunging into me, stroking me just right. The tip of his cock dragged through my slick folds and paused at the entrance. Pleasure whispered across my flesh.
Heat turned to fire. Desire turned to desperate, aching need.
His big body lay over mine, all strength and muscle, and I ran my fingers down his broad back. This faux-reality had restored his gorgeous golden scales, two lines down the sides of his back. I stroked my fingers down them, causing him to buck into me wildly. I arched, cutting off my moan just in case it bled into reality, and wrapped my legs around his trim hips. I dragged my fingers down those scales again as his lips trailed along my jaw and then settled on my lips, opening my mouth so he could swipe his tongue through.
Fuck me, Nyfain, I thought, rocking my hips up. His slammed down, his cock driving down deep, filling me up in a way that felt like home.
He thrust on top of me, his perfect ass moving within my constricted legs. His kiss deepened, consuming, sweeping me away. His hard chest rubbed my nipples.
Pleasure surged through my body as he pounded into me, his hips slapping against my flesh. His kisses desperate. His love filling me up and flowing over, fusing with mine.