Page 87 of I Dream of Dragons

“Never?”

“Never.”

“You seemed so confident before I took over from Jai.”

“I hate showing fear,” I say in all honesty, and why am I admitting this to him? “I don’t want to appear weak.”

“Not even to Jai?”

“Not even to Jai.”

He’s gazing down at me, and it’s Jai but not, and my mind is confused, but my body is ready. “Human men like their women to be weak.”

“Your intelligence,” I mutter, “is wrong.”

“My intelligence isn’t wrong. But you may be right. I doubt Jai would care for a weak female.”

“And you know him so well now? You admitted you don’t.” The head of his cock is still pressed against my opening and I’m trembling.

“Enough talking,” he growls.

Growls.Like Jai does when he’s angry or aroused. They share so much—so many behavioral traits, gestures and expressions, and that little growl. Do they even realize?

And it’s Jai I see as he bows lower over me, his mouth brushing my neck, his cock pushing into me. It’s Jai, and it’s Phaethon, and they are one.

Oh Gods, he’s inside me. Splitting me apart. Filling me up. It hurts, and it feels amazing at the same time. I want to push him away.

And haul him closer.

Deeper.

He sinks into me, piercing me, becoming one with me. His hands are braced on either side of my head, but as his cock pushes into me, he lowers his body over mine.

One more inch… and another… and one more…

Phaethon’s head snaps up, lips peeled back, lightning flashing through his black eyes. He does look inhuman for a fleeting moment, like a savage animal perched over me, the black swirls on his cheekbones darkening, light blazing in the pits of his eyes.

I think I see shadow wings stretch over him, blotting out the night sky.

Further, draks and darakins are circling, their vibrant colors muted, their screeching distant, barely reaching me through the thumping in my ears.

He moves, and I gasp. At some point, I slid my hands around him, under his jacket, under his shirt, against his muscular back, and now my nails are digging into his flesh. Scratching. Gouging it.

His flesh is locked with mine, every thrust of his powerful thighs driving his cock in and out of me, stroking me so deep inside I’m losing my mind.

I never thought… I never imagined…

Sorry, Mars. Sorry, Jai.For discovering this pleasure, having this revelation with a creature that should never have been in a man’s body.

Sorry and not sorry, lost in the rhythm, the case after a release, the course of it threatening to break and remake me anew.

His breaths are blistering my neck, his powerful body moving over me, inside me, so seductive, so erotic I can’t stop touching him, running my hands over his back and tight backside, feeling his muscles shift and bunch.

Feeling his cock thicken and harden more as he slams it over and over into me.

His breath hitches.

My breath catches.