Page 23 of Guardian of the Cursed Egg (Dragonis Academy #2)
Every deliberate stroke ignites a fire beneath my skin, each nerve ending alive and screaming for more.
The room is thick with the scent of musk, leather, and something distinctly otherworldly—a blend of power and possession that makes my blood thrum.
Across the room, Callan leans casually against the counter, but his glowing eye betrays the predator beneath the calm facade.
It burns like an ember, tracking every movement, every gasp, every shiver.
“Apparently, I have a kink,” Callan drawls, his voice smooth and teasing as he lifts a glass and pours a deep amber liquid. The clink of glass against glass barely registers over the pounding of my heart.
Leander shifts behind me, his hand tangling in my long green and silver hair.
The sharp tug as he wraps it around his fist sends a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to my core, and I moan as he pulls my head back.
His rhythm changes—harder, faster, each thrust stealing what little air I have left.
Heat pools low in my belly, coiling tight, threatening to snap.
My chest heaves as I try to pull in a breath, but the intensity is overwhelming, like the very air is being stripped from my lungs.
Sensing my nearness, Leander uses my hair to bend my neck forward, his lips brushing my skin for only a second before his teeth sink in.
The sharp pain blooms into molten ecstasy as he breaks the skin, and the world shatters.
I detonate around him, my body tightening and pulsing as waves of pleasure ripple through me.
Every inch of him is claimed, drawn deeper as I spiral higher, my cries echoing in the charged air.
Somewhere in the haze, I catch a glimpse of Callan, his glowing eye locked on us as he tips his glass to his lips. The heat of his gaze sears through me, promising that this is far from over.
Leander’s length slips free, leaving a trail of heat and a slick gush down my inner thigh.
The mingling scents of sweat, musk, and desire cling to the air.
It’s a heady cocktail that keeps my dragoness prowling close to the surface.
He releases me slowly, his lips pressing a tender kiss to my shoulder, then dragging languidly over the wound at the back of my neck.
His tongue flicks out, warm and rough, sending shivers racing down my spine.
“I still need to mark you,” I pant, my voice a shaky rasp as my body trembles under the aftermath of his claim. The fire within me hasn’t yet cooled, a molten ache still simmering in every nerve.
Callan steps into my peripheral vision, offering a glass of water with a straw.
The coolness of the liquid as it trickles down my parched throat is a stark, almost shocking contrast to the heat still radiating through me.
My lips tingle as I pull away from the straw, my breaths still shallow and ragged.
“That’s why I’m here.” Callan’s deep voice rumbles close, his tone edged with command.
He uses the side of his curled index finger to guide my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze—his one good eye gleaming with possessive intent.
Before I can respond, he takes the glass from my hands and spins me with a firm yet fluid motion.
My senses reel as he catches both of my wrists, pulling them behind my back in a grip that leaves no room for escape.
“Offer her whichever shoulder you want marked—or your neck, whatever you prefer,” Callan directs to Leander, his words a low growl that vibrates against my ear. The cool press of his chest against my back contrasts with the warmth of his grip on my wrists, sending a ripple of heat through me.
Leander steps closer, his scent—earthy and faintly icy—filling my nose and settling in my chest like a balm. His lips brush mine with a tenderness that threatens to undo me. His hands cradle my face, rough and calloused but achingly gentle, as he tilts his head to offer the left side of his neck.
My dragoness surges forward, roaring in my mind, her hunger clawing at the edges of my control.
My breath hitches, coming in ragged gasps as I fight to temper her primal demands.
The left side of his neck gleams with a faint sheen of sweat, the pulse beneath his skin thrumming in a steady rhythm that beckons me.
I press my lips to the spot first, savoring the warmth of his skin beneath me.
My human teeth graze him lightly, almost reverently, before the shift happens.
Without warning, my teeth elongate, sharp and unyielding, my dragon’s fangs sinking into his flesh.
His blood bursts onto my tongue, hot and coppery, its richness flooding my senses and settling the tempest within me.
My dragoness purrs in satisfaction. Her edge dulled, her hunger sated—for now.
I draw my tongue over the wounds, sealing them with care, my lips lingering on his neck before I pull back. His blood still lingers on my taste buds, a reminder of the bond forged in that moment.
Callan releases my wrists, his hands brushing against my hips as he steps back.
He swats my ass with a playful smack, his deep laugh vibrating through me.
“Let’s have some dinner before rounds two through who knows how many.
I worked up an appetite just watching you two.
” His grin is wicked as he waggles his brows, his teasing lighting a spark of amusement in my chest.
I chuckle, my lips curving into a sly smile. “You really need to watch Abraxis and me if you want to see enthusiastic mating,” I laugh, my dragoness rumbling in agreement.
The heat between us hasn’t abated entirely, but the promise of more hangs heavy in the air as we prepare for what’s to come.