Page 32 of Jay's Silence

“They can’t do anything,” Ogden said, trying to soothe Tyson.

“That’s not the point,” Tyson snapped. “If they’re going to bed, we’re all going to bed. I don’t want to see this shite.” He stomped to the lights and flicked them off. Leaving the windowless room in the pitch dark, not even my dragon sight helped, and I was grateful I had already moved to my cot.

Jay’s giggles filled the darkness, destroying Tyson’s attempt to ‘not see shite.’ Too soon, they turned into something more sensual. The rut I’d prayed wouldn’t take me rushed forward.Heat and need clouded my mind, making my skin pinch as my body partially shifted. My imagination went wild.

He can’t touch her. He can’t touch her. He can’t touch her.I silently repeated over and over, desperately trying to keep ahold of my rational mind. A fantasy of kicking Rehan’s ass morphed into pushing them off the cot and straddling both on the floor. I wanted. No. I needed.

The darkness rimmed with red.

Something hard poked my shoulder.

“You still with us?” Ogden asked.

I snarled, and Ogden jumped onto the bed, pinning me down with magic and brute strength. His green eyes bore into me. Two dark green runes glowed under his ears. The room went deathly silent. Jay and Rehan’s giggles vanished.

“She should be with all of us because she wants it,” Ogden said. “Not because of some curse.”

I wasn’t in the right mind to soothe his fears. My dragon teeth filled my mouth, and my dick pressed into Ogden’s thigh. I needed to fight or fuck, now. Ogden shifted his hips, and pleasurable pressure bent my erection into my stomach. My rut slid to the fuck side. Ogden crawled down my body. I jerked, ready to throw him off me, but whatever magic kept me pinned, even against my dragon strength, held.

Cold fingers pulled at my belt, and my dick sprang free, only to be enveloped by warm moist heat. The unmistakable feeling of a tongue swirled down my shaft before hitting the back of a throat. Pleasure and pressure became my world. I moaned, my rut finally finding an outlet, and I fisted the air.

The mouth on me pulled up, rougher and harder than I’d ever felt, before sliding down again, this time deeper with more force. I moaned and jerked my hips so hard the entire cot rose with my actions.

“Mmm,” Ogden purred. “Berries and marshmallows, Jay was right.” He paused.

I let out a whimper of need.

“You like this,” Og purred again.

He pushed my thighs apart, settling between them, before plunging again and again. This wasn’t the soft exploring of a woman but the efficient knowledge of a man who knew what he liked. I grunted with the force of his lips, squeezing and sucking with confidence which drove me mindless with pleasure. I strained to hear each slurp and gasping breath as his hands pressed into my thighs hard enough to bruise. Too soon, my body tensed, and I came hard, my limbs lifting off the bed despite Ogden’s magic holding me down. A year’s worth of pent-up need and jizz slid down Ogden’s throat. I panted, no longer straining against the bonds while my dick twitched and emptied.

The red around my vision eased but didn’t vanish. “More,” I demanded, my dick already hardening again.

“There’s the prince in you.” Ogden kissed my flat stomach and fisted my cock. “Let’s see if we can get you through tonight. We need to have control around Jay, and you, my exceptionally beautiful brother, are rutting.”

My dragon roared, hearing Jay’s name, and I turned my head in the direction in which I knew she slept. But only darkness filled my vision and silence my ears. Og ran his tongue from the base of my dick to the tip, and hot lust once again became my world.

I woketo the lights of the room springing to life. The click of the light switch echoed after the unnatural silence that accompanied most of my night. I felt somehow refreshed and satisfied at thesame time. My dragon slumbered, barely aware of my human mind.

Slowly, I sat up. My balls ached, and my dick flinched from even the slightest friction against it. The night hadn’t been a dream.

I glanced at Ogden, whose gaze rested on the door. A quick examination of the room showed my mate missing, though I felt her nearby. She must have been the one who turned on the lights before heading to the bathroom.

The door swung open, and platters of breakfast food filled the table. My stomach growled. I was starving.

I pushed to my feet and took two steps toward the table before freezing in place. Sky stood by Jay’s cot. My father’s loyal assistant. The same dragon who’d done nothing while my father tortured me but cleaned me up and made sure I shifted to heal the damage.

Sky inclined her head like we were old friends and finished dropping a pack with a bright red piece of roll-up paper on the top. Without a word, she exited.

Everything that happened hit me hard. My dad tried to lock me away again, but he hadn’t been successful. I had friends to thank for that.

Oh fuck.

Ogden.

My dick twitched, feeling his efficient lips working me through my rut… which was not controlling me, though I could still feel it, like a storm in the distance. I should still be rutting. Ruts lasted days. My stomach twisted unhappily. I’d lost track of how many times Og blew me. And it shouldn’t matter. One night wasn’t enough—especially one night with a tattoo-covered warlock experimenting with his sexuality.

My heart stopped. Og wasn’t my mate. Jay was.

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