Page 11 of Thorulf

Jade looked up as they passed beneath impressive portcullises, then stopped short in awe when they entered the courtyard. While sure, the massive clear dome overhead and the castle were amazing, she was far more taken with the sheer number of male dragons roaming around. Some were in human form, others dragon. All raw, primal masculine scrumptiousness.

“Ohno,” Maya groaned, glancing from Jade to the dozens of male dragons that had stopped short at the sight of her. “Jade, you’ve got to get control of yourself. This is no place to—”

“Welcome,” came a deep voice before a familiar extra yummy Viking and his new queen approached. “It’s good to finally meet you, Jade.”

“You too, Leviathan.” She nodded hello to his wife. “Hey, Destiny.”

She’d only known Destiny briefly in Maine but liked her. She hadn’t seemed wary of Jade like most females were. But then she was a powerful self-confident, demi-god dragon with killer looks.

“Welcome, Jade.” Destiny smiled in return, then gave Leviathan a look. “I think we better make things clear to our males.”

“No need,” Jade began, more than fine with all the attention, but it was too late. Leviathan sliced her make-Thorulf-jealous jackpot down to slim pickings with a few select words. “Jade is here for a Sigdir. Her union with him will make us all that much more powerful.” He narrowed fiery eyes on the numerous males edging closer, his tone threatening. “If I hear she’s with any other dragon, you’ll answer to me.”

What the hell? Who was he to rip away all her fun?

“Ja, a Sigdir,” came a second deep, booming voice before yet another handsome-as-sin Viking made his way through the crowd. With longish black hair, devilish good looks, and a naughty troublemaker disposition, he could only be Vicar. Built much like Dagr and Thorulf, he swaggered her way with the kind of confidence she liked in a dragon. “So good to finally meet you, Jade.” His gaze did a slow, appreciative stroll over her. “I think we’ll get along well.”

“I think you’re right.” Pleased that potential fun had returned, she offered him an equally slow, sensual smile that typically made men simper at her feet and eyed him over just as boldly. “You must be Vicar.”

According to Maya, Vicar suffered from split personalities. One was his more civil Sigdir side. The other, which she knew she talked to now, was his Múspellsheimr side. A personality born from his previous life. His more primal, ruthless half, in tune with dragonkind’s homeworld. A vicious place of brimstone and fire.

If all that wasn’t exciting enough, he was the perfect candidate for payback since he was Thorulf’s brother. If flirting him up didn’t piss Thorulf off, what would? That in mind, knowing full well Thorulf was almost here, she took advantage of the situation.

Better yet, she took advantage of Vicar.