Page 72 of Quiet Burn

“Oooh. Do tell, bro,” Salem coos as he bats his lashes. “Did the stick in his ass shift a bit and now he’s even grumpier?”

I frown at the panda, rolling my eyes. “Stop it, Salem. This is serious. We think it’s possible they placed a… enchantment on him. The kind that prevents… leaks.”

Anton chuckles at my attemptnotto say the real term lest it be overhead somehow. “Exactly. Though we have no idea how to test for it other than speaking to Jas very carefully and hoping he knows how to tell us without violating it.”

“Anyone know how we’re going to get one of theleasttalkative and proudest dudes we know to admit he let someone put a magical leash on him?” Oriel asks. When no one answers, hegroans low. “Well, that’s fucking super. Another day, another obstacle, I suppose.”

It seems like that’s becoming the norm, not the exception—which is not good news for people headed for death matches.

While the othershead back to their rooms, I make a beeline for the Prince’s. I know he’s going to be in amoodwhen he gets here and I want to make sure he vents his frustration before the entire group gets together. Salem took O to help him with our dinner because Xerxes insisted he needed to work with Kit on the new uniforms or something. I don’t think Annie believed him, but he offered to pitch in on the food to give them time.

Hopefully, Jasper doesn’t return with Slash in tow; I don’t want to argue about how to calm the royal sensibilities with his general.

Closing the door to his suite behind me, I get to work. First I pour a Hellfire & Brimstone bourbon in his favorite crystal rocks glass, then I set up the room quickly. Jasper enjoys the classics more than fancy shit, but I’ve learned when to put a little more ‘oomph’ into the set-up. Today isnotone of those days; no, today will be a quick and dirty affair to help him soothe the need for control that has been stripped from him.

So I strip, folding my uniform neatly and placing it on the chair I know he’ll look at to see if I’ve followed the rules. Walking to the side table, I place the bottle of lube within reach before I setup pillows. I have no idea whether he’ll be too far into his dragon to worry about positioning or not, but it doesn’t hurt to have all his preferred shit just so. Sometimes, making Jasper happy as a demon, a shifter, a Dom,anda person is as simple as making sure his world lines up perfectly in private because it’s chaos publicly.

I look at the virtual assistant on the opposite nightstand, noting the time. He should be here soon, so I drop to the pillow by the bed, getting into the familiar position as I wait.

No, it’s not humiliating to be submissive, nor does this mean I enjoy degradation.

The door swings open, banging against the wall as the fuming dragon hybrid stomps in. He pauses when he sees me, his golden eyes pinging around the room until they land on me again. A small smirk graces his lips and I have to hold back a sigh of relief. That means he’s pleased by the effort and I definitely wanted that to be the case. As long as our brief tryst bleeds the rage out of his system, our group dinner will be spared his fury.

“Zavvie,” he growls low and it makes my entire body shiver.

Ducking my head, I put my gaze on his shiny black shoes. “Yes, Sir.”

Another pleased sound escapes his throat and this time, I know the dragon is riding him hard. The sound of his jacket hitting the armchair makes my lips curve up, and I stay still as he continues his routine. This specific set of steps will help him with the feeling of helplessness and comfort me as long as I let it. Right now, he’s unbuttoning his oxford and rolling up the sleeves; I don’t have to see it to know what the Prince is doing and in what order.

“You poured my drink. Good boy,” he rasps and my dick jumps against my thighs.

Jasper Eversore is terrifying when he’s angry, but when he praises you? You feel it from head to toe.

“Thank you, Sir,” I murmur low as I keep my spine straight despite his fingers drifting over my skin as he passes. He likes to tease, even briefly, to see if he can trip me up, but I’m used to it. As long as someone doesn’t come bursting in here to break my concentration, he won’t succeed in getting me to fuck up my standing orders.

Jasper chuckles and I hear the glass meet the wood as he sets it down. “You get better every time, Zavvie. Now turn around and suck my cock until I can focus again.”

I spin quickly, settling in before I lean in and take his giant dick in my mouth without preamble. The Prince likes to grab my head and fuck my mouth hard, which he does within seconds. His hips buck as he grunts and groans, pushing in deeply so I’m drooling as I suck and scrape him with my teeth eagerly. I listen to every sound, savoring his pleasure as my own, but also to know what will help me bring him to the edge faster.

“Goddamn, you’re taking it so well today,” he mutters as his fingers tighten in my hair, pulling enough to make me moan around his shaft. That vibration pleases him and so he tugs again, snarling happily when I moan more. “I’m going to fuck the living shit out of you, my foxy boy. Would you like that?”

Fuck, yes, I would, especially if he’s feeling this generous.

Of course, I can’t answer, so I trail my tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock in response. He grasps my head hard, thrusting a few more times until I’m drooling andbreathing hard through my nose. His dick ridges with the bumps I associate with his half-shift, and the shaft in my mouth gets bigger—a sure sign it’s time for him to stop unless I shift, too. When the vibration kicks in, I suck harder, licking his hot precum eagerly until he finally yanks himself away. His eyes are blazing with fire in their depths as he spins me again, positioning me on the bed.

Hopefully, this is enough to calm his dragon before we have to meet up with others—otherwise, I’m not sure what will happen.

Devil Inside

Kit/Kat

Xpulled me along to their room insistently once we were out of the elevator. I haven’t been to the room they share with Anton yet—I’ve only seen Zav’s and Jasper’s so far. I’d find that odd, except that we now gather in the dorm I share with Salem, so everyone sort of comes to me. I don’t know if that was by design or not, but it really does reduce my anxiety to be in my space.

But now we’re headed for X’s and I don’t know what I feel about that.

“Um… X? What… Why are we going to your room?”

They huff in annoyance, squeezing my hand as they tug me toward their door. Once they press their palm to the reader, the door opens to what appears to be a picture perfect, magazine-shoot ready room in contrasting metallic hues of all colors of the rainbow accenting a white and a black room. It’s not shocking, given what I know about the two of them, but I’m still gaping as we head inside. The door clicks shut behind me and that brings me out of my reverie.

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