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The massive dragon crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s not about what you said. I agree with your logic. However, you’re making decisions without us again. Steering our future away from you.”

Tyson suddenly let out a roar, which shook the walls. He flexed his chest and pointed at me. “I. Don’t. Want. To. Share.”

I blinked, almost unable to understand the toddler words coming out of his mouth. He turned, punched a hole in the door frame, and stormed off with a t-shirt swinging from his back pocket. A moment later, the door to the hall opened and slammed shut.

Maybe increase the donation?

“Lux, go with him,” Rehan jerked his chin.

Lux bolted up from his nest of blankets and barreled out the door, hot on Tyson’s tail.

Rehan stood and slid to my front, trapping me between himself and the TV, now flickering with the blue sky of the tropics. A flock of birds soared across the screen. The colors shifted across Rehan’s angry, dragon-slit gaze.

Shit.

Yeah. Shit.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

TYSON

Iwas angry. For days, maybe weeks, if I was being honest, I’d been building up this fecking orgy I shouldn’t want. I was a prince of fire. Wiggles should be mine and mine alone.

The feel of the Shark’s thrusts, making Wiggles gag on my cock assaulted my thoughts, followed by the Tree Ent’s dick, sliding down her throat. Her moans while both of us touched her made me as hard as fecking steel. I wanted to hear those moans again.

Until this moment, I hadn’t admitted it. Now that Jay was pulling back, if I really wanted to share, I would have to be honest with myself and act.

But I didn’t want to share… I shouldn’t want to share.

I ripped the shirt out of my back pocket and pulled it over my chest, making the woman behind the reception desk in the lobby jump. I ignored her and virtually tore the front door off its hinges as I exited into the packed streets of central Dublin.

Viewing other men in the same way I viewed Wiggles wasn’t happening. But the outline of Og’s dick in her throat burned in my thoughts. The first time in the Dirt Worm’s cave, I hadn’t watched. I’d been grateful Jay covered my eyes. Except I hadn’treally. I spent hours envisioning what it might have looked like because I wanted to see.

I like watching more than I wanted to admit.

Except I just admitted it to myself.

What did I want?

A wildfire of humanity consumed the world around me. Noise, smells, and raw, magicless energy bounced off the colorful fronts of wall-to-wall pubs, accented with dark stonework. I joined the flow of the crowd, skirting around street performers and men thrusting advertisements into people’s hands.

I was spit out into a courtyard, and a dark sign with a dragon on it caught my eye. The dragon’s tail was cleverly shaped like an arrow, and it pointed down the steps to a dark cave-like door. I pushed the couple in front of me out of the way and went in.

If possible, it was louder in here than outside. A band consisting of fiddle, standup bass, and a guitar player singing into a microphone kept the place rowdy. People packed the tables, eating and drinking, while even more filled in corners. Dark beer and gravy hung thick in the air, and I followed my nose to the dimly lit bar.

My first authentic pub. Excitement cut through my anger, and I looked for Wiggles, only to remember I left her back at the hotel. Except I hadn’t, she wasn’t mine. She wasn’t something I could leave somewhere. She was a person who was more interested in getting her magic back than me.

A spark of bitter self-pity sputtered.

That wasn’t fair to Wiggles. When Rehan put out my fire, I knew how to fix it and who to be angry at. I would have fought Rehan and his fecking wizard of a grandsire if they kept my mate or my fire from me.

Now, I didn’t know who to be mad at.

I took a deep breath and released it along with my momentary pity party. Jay’s fire was out, and she didn’t know why. I would have set half the world ablaze by now, but my girl kept her head and searched for answers. Instead of helping, I stormed out because I hadn’t gotten what I didn’t want.

I leaned on the bar and thumped the sticky top. A sudden awareness of my actions made me deeply uncomfortable.

“What can I do you fahr?” a man asked behind a row of beer taps, jerking me back to reality.

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