Page 60 of Scion of Chaos

I startle when his voice emerges, rumbling and resonant from somewhere deep in his chest. “You can talk like this?” I ask.

His central head—his largest, and the only one that looks like a proper dragon head, complete with beautiful green-black horns—tilts and lowers to my level. All the others twist and writhe above me, reptilian eyes blinking, forked tongues darting out to taste the air.

“Like I said, I’m not just any dragon—I am a creation of Chaos. He made me in his attempt to seduce the Mother Dragon, to birth a new race with her. I was meant to be a gift, to show the majesty of what they could create together, but she rejected me. She rejected him, and Fate was offered the honor instead. And now he’s mated to the Mother Dragon’s daughter, so I suppose that’s justice.”

“I suppose it is,” I say with a smile. I reach out, and he lowers his head farther, stretching to let me touch the end of his nose. He’s smooth and butter-soft, his eyelids dropping when I stroke my palm up the center of his snout and back down. He lets out a rumble of pleasure.

“You are the first female in thousands of years to touch me.”

“You deserve to be touched. Everyone deserves to be touched, if that’s what they crave.”

I reach out with my other hand and slide both along his lower jaw. He tilts his head, the shift disconcerting because it’s bigger than my entire body, but I can still sense the young man within him. A warm gust of steamy air puffs out of his nostrils, sending ripples across the water. He tilts his head when I step back, and one of his enormous eyes takes me in. I’m perfectly reflected in the dark pupil—every last, naked inch. Even though I’m mostly submerged, the water is clear enough that nothing is left to the imagination.

I take another step back. “Do you like what you see?”

“Yes. But I liked being inside you more. If only my brother were here so I could borrow his body. I would love to fuck you again, to feel you shatter the world when you come.”

My body becomes a furnace of need again. The ache between my thighs had subsided, but returns now with a vengeance.

“I think we can find other ways to satisfy each other, don’t you? I’m willing to try.”

His big eyes brighten perceptibly. “You would…experiment… with me?”

My belly does a flip in anticipation of what I’m about to do. I glance back at Asterius, who’s sitting on the ledge, simply watching. He’s no longer hard, but his hungry look suggests that won’t last long. I take a good long look at him anyway—at his large, muscle-bound body, brown skin glistening with moisture—at his angular face, so human in some ways, but so primal in others—and at his majestic horns, arcing up toward the high ceiling. The shower still streams down onto the stone behind him, splattering against his back.

He’s waiting for me, but I’m still processing this situation. I’m about to climb him like a tree and fuck him while a creature conceived by Chaos watches us. And I’m so fucking turned on by the idea that the ache in my core borders on painful.

The second I turn and wade back toward Asterius, he sits up straighter, his cock rousing as if it had been patiently waiting for me to make a move.

He starts to stand when I get close, and I shake my head. “You just sit right there.”

“As you wish,” he says. “And what should Typhon do?”

I look back at the monster behind me. He watches with focused interest, his big central head stretching forward. “A creature as big and beautiful as he is can do whatever he wants.”

29

Vesh

“They could at least have magazines or something,” Erika says, pacing the room for the third time. “I’m not very good at just sitting. How long is this going to take?”

“It takes as long as it takes.”

“We’re on a timeline, in case you missed it.”

“Time is irrelevant here. We’ll be fine.”

She relaxes a little, then sits with a huff, staring out the big window at the scenery. Nothing but uniform rows of white-flowered trees stretch into infinity among a field of luminescent, lavender-tinted grass. She makes a sound of disgust, then looks at me.

“I hate the smell of lavender. Are you sure you didn’t bring me to Hell or the Underworld or something, and this is my punishment?”

“The Underworld isn’t this boring.”

She lets out a snort. “Good to know.”

We sit in silence for several minutes before she breaks it. “So what’s your plan for beating them once we get the key?”

Her question jolts me out of my musing over what I’ll find when I get back to the prison. Nemea will want lessons, and perhaps I can convince her all the lessons require edging like last night’s did.

---