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“They’re cleaning up. Once the mind-link was established, it was over. It appears only the mated have a mind-link, but with that alone, we can communicate much better. Mated couples are stronger and feed off each other for strength. Tajah’s power grew. She was able to shield the Fang, the prospects and the unmated members got in some good fights, but a lot are wounded.”

“We need to go help.” I stepped away from him so we could get dressed.

Anaki grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. “They will be fine. We will rest. We are still recently mated. I don’t want you around a bunch of unmated males right now. You still haven’t gotten your dragon yet.”

I stomped my foot. “I’m not going after anyone. I’ve only got eyes for you.”

Anaki smirked and wrapped his arm around my waist to lead me back to the cave. “I know that, Mama, but you just lost family. You and Luis are tired and need to process. Locke has given me orders to keep you safe and do what is necessary.”

I let out a low grunt, trailing behind him as he moved to the entrance of the cave. He grabbed my hand when I wasn’t paying attention, and he suddenly moved me in front of him and pinned me against the cave wall. The cool, jagged rock pressed into my back as his eyes locked onto minewith an intensity that made the air feel heavy. “Even if that means rubbing your pussy to make you compliant,” he breathed into my neck.

Butterflies fluttered in my belly. When I felt grief, I knew my Anaki would make me feel better. That was what I wanted right now. A release, a break from all the pain.

“It’s like you know me.” I moaned.

He hummed. “That I do.” He cupped my pussy on the outside of my dress with his palm.

“If I rub your pussy like a magic lamp, do I get three wishes?”

I pressed my lips into a thin line, trying not to laugh. “Maybe.”

He touched my forehead with his. “You wanna know what my wishes are?”

I bit my bottom lip.

“One would be, you would come shower with me. Right now.”

I raised my eyebrows at him and smirked.

“The second you would let me fuck you there. Not sure what way, though, and I think I would have to ask nicely if you would call me a good boy when I do it.”

I snorted and banged my head on his chest.

“And the third would be to let me transform into my dragon and let me curl around both you and Luis while you sleep.”

My eyes softened.

“So I know you are both protected, safe, and warm. Then after, I will make the biggest breakfast casserole you have ever seen and try my best not to feed you too much in front of Luis, because it does gross him out. I can’t make many promises on that, though.”

I giggled. “And these are your wishes?”

My fingers gently combed through the soft strands at the nape of his neck, twirling them absentmindedly as I nestled closer. “Then I guess you better rub my lamp then.”

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Anaki

Elena would not have time to mourn for Abuela while Luis was here. I knew it when she ran up and wrapped her arms around my neck.

As pathetic as it was, I was elated she found me as her safe space. I was jealous she calmed so quickly when Luis stopped her from shifting, but maybe she needed two men in her life. At least it was her son and not another male.

My dragon scoffed at that. He still thought we were enough, and in time, we would have calmed her down. He was cocky, but I figured most animals were as much.

Elena had sorrowful dreams as she slept. It was strange how this mind-link worked. It was like I could go into her mind at any time. It was invasive and could be way too much at times. I tried to stay out of it as much as I could, but she was very loud, and the cries in her dreams for her Abuela to come back to her were heart-wrenching.

Idris towered over them, his eyes fixed intently on their faces. His index finger traced a slow path down his cheek, as if he were deep in thought, whilehis tongue flicked across his lip with a deliberate, contemplative gesture. “You are much better looking than your sister. I’m surprised everyone is putting up such a fuss over that cunt.”

“Don’t speak of her like that!” Elena said as she sat in the dirt. The only way I could tell it was actually her, and not Abuela, was in her eyes. The pleading, the desperation. She knew what was about to happen, and there was nothing she could do.