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Chapter Seven

“ G eva, what are you doing?”

Geva mentally smiled at Issa’s admonishing tone. He loved pushing her buttons, but more than that, he loved testing the limits of the rules he was bound by.

“Just trying to keep things interesting,” he said, pushing another long lungful of red smoke out and sending it into the air of the temple.

Breathing was one of the few things their bodies could still do during their centuries-long hibernation, and this was the first time he’d had a reason to use the seductive powers of his smoke in forever.

He could sense them all out there, men and women alike.

Three females and four males had arrived earlier that day and had spent several hours exploring.

One was clearly the Catalyst, whose particular purpose was to have his dragon nature awakened so he could become the conduit through which they all sent their power to awaken their queen.

The others were the mates Fate had chosen to awaken Geva and the rest of the Dragon Court.

Geva wasn’t particular about who his magic affected.

It was probably cruel of him to use it this way while their pleasure was blocked by the temple’s magic, keeping them from reaching orgasm until they began the ritual.

But he was tired of waiting, and he was just bored enough after all this time to test the wills of those six humans to find out how far they were willing to go.

Could he provoke them into an orgy with each other before they even opened the doors to the Court’s chambers?

He was prepared to send another lungful of his breath out into the temple’s atmosphere when he heard her voice just on the other side of the heavy door to his chamber.

He halted, holding his breath instead, his body tingling from the proximity and the rough, lust-filled sound of her voice.

Her need was palpable, and it made his already fully erect cock pulse with all five hundred years of pent-up desire.

“Erika, please open the door …” He made the plea as strongly as he could, hoping it would reach her through their connection.

“Does your begging mean you finally admit she’s real, and that she’s fated to be yours?” Issa asked.

Geva growled. “I just want her right now. I need her, and you know it. She’s perfect for me.

Can you hear her? Her hunger is as strong as mine …

stronger … Sweet Mother, is it possible a female like her actually exists?

One woman with a desire strong enough to match my own?

If it’s true, she’ll want what I want. Even if we are perfectly matched, she’ll crave the same adventure other playthings provide. ”

Issa let out a dreamy sigh. “That is the ideal, isn’t it? One soul mate to fulfill us, but who understands our needs as well.”

Geva remained silent, his attention sharply focused on the sounds outside his chamber. He heard her frustrated arguments after she gave up on pleasuring herself. If she would just open the door and find him, he could give her what she wanted. What she needed.

But her voice retreated and the door remained tightly shut.

“No. Come back. Erika!”

With a silent yell of frustration, he expelled another breath filled with his seductive power. This time he infused it with every ounce of his desire for her, hoping it would reach her and bring her back to him soon.