Page 25 of My Dark Obsession
“That can't be right.” I stormed over and snatched the book from his hands and opened it.
Empty.
The book was empty.
I flung each page over, but it was all blank. No ink in sight. Nothing.
“Mo Chridhe, only the Book Master can read the book.” Rí gently laid his warm hand on mine where it clutched at the empty book.
“Now get out,” the man snapped as he rose from his chair and finally looked at me.
He stared into my eyes, waited just one second before saying, “And shut the damn door. You're letting the cold in.”
Was the old man hiding something? Or were there really no records of me? I had so many questions, and all were unanswered.
We left the building and walked back through the wisteria trees towards the blurred portal.
Rí mentioned there were more ways to find out who my birth parents were, that he would figure something out.
I didn't listen. Instead I looked to the clear sky now turning pink as the sun set, the cool breeze slightly tugging at my long black hair.
My stomach churned. Another day without the twins.
Eight
‘My Fated Mate-Coniunx Mihi Destinatus’
Rí
Amaya sat in my armchair opposite the fire. She looked so small; the high-backed chair swamped her.
She stared into the flickering flames with a blank expression. Not a word had been spoken between us since the Bookkeepers office.
I knew she must have been struggling. So much had happened to her in such a short space of time.
My dragon was constantly on edge. He fought me every second to take over and meet our Mate face to face.He clawed at my insides to be let out, and I wanted nothing more than to shift and take to the skies. But our wee Mate was more important than anything me or my dragon could possibly want.
We had been alone for so long. Yes, there was the bar, the entire shadow land in fact, but I was the last livingdragon, alone and so very angry. I hadn’t allowed myself to shift and fly since I found out I was the last.
I was part of a flight, the biggest one known to the supernaturals, hundreds of us flying through the air, hunting together, sleeping together. Then I was alone. And now we had a Mate. My dragon was letting me know he was awake, and he was ready to spread his wings once more.
I worried if I let him out, he wouldn't take it easy with her, and easy is what she needed right now.
She wasn't one to communicate; I had learned that much.
I was fucking it all up. I knew that.
Sighing, I poured myself another one of my homemade whiskies and drank it in one.
My parents were amazing together. They loved each other deeply and it showed. Dragon shifters were possessive, so when they mated with another dragon, it just worked. They found their Circle bond easy.
This wasn’t easy.
We naturally ran hot, easy to anger and we craved our Mate’s touch. I had to keep stopping myself from running my nose and mouth along the line of her perfect neck. Her scent would be stronger there and fuck I wanted to taste it.
I wanted nothing more than to rub my own scent on her, I wanted to mark her as mine, to sink my teeth into her neck as I slid my cock into her warm wet pussy. I wanted her screams of pleasure; I wanted all those emotions she hid from the world and I wanted them now.
I had been hard since the moment our marks sparked to life, the constant ache and hunger within me. I was ravenous for her.
