Page 62 of Jay's Silence

I stood in the spray, trying to remember what had happened. A large pair of tits which, despite being everything a man could ask for, I wasn’t interested in, flashed across my mind. I remembered the taste of something sweet and spicy coating my mouth, and then the world went blurry. Like I was watching everything through a wet window. I hit the tile with my fist, suddenly angry. I’d messed up.

Someone knocked on the bathroom door. “Hurry up, there are five of us sharing one bathroom.” Whale Bait's voice.

I stomped out of the shower and ripped the door open, ready to take my anger out on Rehan, only to find the dragon now surrounded by a red aura. I pulled back, breathing hard. Why was I even calling the glow an aura? Where the feck did that word come from?

“Why the feck are you glowing red?” I asked.

Rehan looked at me like I was crazy and pulled me out so he could go in. The smell of Wiggles, Ogden, and sex coated his skin. My dragon whined pitifully, and my world tilted. It wasn’t angry. Feck. But I was furious. I turned before Rehan could shove me the rest of the way out and grabbed a towel off the heated rack.

I wrapped it around my bare waist, looking for Wiggles' approval, but she wasn’t looking at me. She’s gotten up and sat cross-legged, in a pair of ill-fitting blue pajamas, next to Lux,who was awake but still lying miserably in the bed. The Pretty Bird also rubbed his head unhappily.

A goddamn grey, streaked with red and yellow, aura glowed against Wiggle's skin.

“Morning,” Og said. I turned my head to find the dirt dragon lit up like a giant orange glow stick. He sprawled on a couch in baggy grey sweatpants, with his legs spread to accommodate his enormous dick. Or remind us all he had it.

I scowled. “What the feck is going on?” My stomach gurgled like I’d drunk too much whisky last night, and growled at the same time. “Do we have any food? Preferably something greasy?”

Wiggles pointed to a bag of take-out on the desk, and I helped myself to a burger and fries.

“You got dosed with Pixie Dust at Club V.” Wiggles frowned. “You, well, all of us really, have been asleep for most of a day. It’s the afternoon. We’re at a hotel in England. My guy had passports, phones, and money delivered.”

“Asleep,” I muttered between fries, not looking at Og. “Three of you were not sleeping.”

Wiggles wrinkled her nose. “That’s correct, but it saved your scaly hide.”

I slowed my chewing, my heart thumping. “Your magic?”

Wiggles shook her head. She still didn’t have her magic. Fecking relief flushed my system. She was still tied to us, er me.

“Why am I seeing colors?” I asked Wiggles.

She raised an eyebrow. “That I don’t know. The Pixie Dust is out of your system. You should be back to normal.”

Normal. A childhood memory tried to come up from the bowels of my brain, and I pushed it away.

“…see more magic now,” Wiggles hadn’t stopped talking, and I focused on her words. “With my improved magical sight, I was able to isolate the dust in your blood and burn it. Which onlyworked because you’re a fire dragon. Otherwise, I would have melted your insides.” She smirked. “Hot, right?”

I swallowed and narrowed my eyes at her.

In a flash, she stood and was at my side. I barely registered what was happening before she slapped me hard on the cheek and pushed my food to the side so she could straddle me on the little office chair. It groaned under our combined weight as she pressed her lips to mine and kissed me hard.

I wrapped her in my arms, desperate to kiss her back but not ready for more pain.

The door to the bathroom opened.

“Og,” Rehan barked.

Out of the corner of my eye, the other three princes placed their hands on her shoulders. My dragon sang as I finally dared move, capturing her lips and running my tongue across her teeth until she opened and let me take control.

She was amazing, so soft and warm and perfect. The colors around her bloomed into dark reds and pinks. I tried to stand, intent on carrying her to the bed and continuing this, but she pulled back.

“Why?” I groaned, my half-erect dick peeking through the towel.

“I hit you because you were dying.” A tear tried to roll down her face, and she rubbed it away. “And I kissed you because you didn’t. Don’t get used to it. This isn’t a thing.”

I grinned like the idiot I happily felt like. Wiggles fecking loved me, whether she admitted it or not. While I stupidly basked in my stinging cheek and Jay’s fantastic body, still standing over me like the fecking queen she was, Lux shakily sat back down on the bed. I had a vague memory of him inhaling pixie dust as well. As he wasn’t a fire dragon, I’d bet Wiggles couldn’t burn the drugs out of him, and he was ten times worse than me. His aura was a mess of dark greens, brown, and black.

My gaze locked with Wiggles, and I realized I felt bad for the guy. A pang of guilt for drinking both sports drinks made me dance unhappily. A sensation I wasn’t used to at all. Rehan, leaning against a wall, drew my attention. The water dragon’s steady gaze didn’t leave Wiggles. Behind him, Og returned to his couch and his big-dick posture, which didn’t bother me as much as it should.

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