Page 168 of The Forbidden Dragon King
Yet now, he also feels like family.
Is there a way that this game can end without his blood on my hands or mine on his?
I’m slouched in a line in the parade ground with theother dozen cadets, who are a mix of Omegas and Alphas, next to Freya. Her hair has been caught back from her face with the uniform’s dragon clip like mine has.
My smart wolf actually found a way to gain us entry as cadets. Sometimes it’s as if she can read my mind.
My blood runs cold at the thought. What if she can read it through the bond? I don’t know how these golden threads work.
What if she can sense the pain running through my veins from Maximinus’ poison? What if she knows that I can’t properly see her beautiful face?What if she heard my thoughts in the cell about dying?
I stroke over the soul mark, then think as hard as I can.
My wings are fully working again. I’m wrapping them around Freya and flying her into the blue sky. We’re both naked under the hot sun. I’m rutting her, as fae fuck in the Spring Rite, free and savage. My thighs piston hard, as she claws at my back. Her tight pussy feels like heaven around my thick cock. I kiss her, as I spin her, matching the speed of my deep thrusts, faster and faster…
“Why are you smiling?” Freya sounds suspicious, breaking me out of my happy daydream.
She can’t hear my thoughts, or she wouldn’t be asking that.
Relief surges through me that my secrets — all of them — are safe.
“Am I?” I turn to look at her.
The downside of my test is that my cock is now achingly hard in these leather breeches.
“I can sense how you’re feeling through the bond,” shesays in a singsong voice, before glancing significantly down at my crotch. “You’d better be thinking about me.”
“Of course I am, love. You look stunning in all that leather. Did you find a way to hide my feather inside your uniform?”
“I did. Guess where I hid it?”
My smile widens.
My wicked wolf. I can guess.
“You won’t be smiling like that for long,” the dragon Alpha on the other side of me sneers without turning his head.
He’s standing so straight that it looks painful.
But then, Freya and I are the only ones who aren’t standing in perfect parade rest. The dragon shifters are clasping their hands behind them. Their eyes are locked straight ahead.
I turn my unimpressed gaze on the shifter next to me, who appears to be a year or so younger than Freya. His golden hair is long and caught back like mine is. He’s handsome in a cruel way with icy blue eyes and high cheekbones,
Startled, I realize that he reminds me of a shorter, younger Aurelius. Except, this arsehole is only playing at being dominant. He’s a shade of the military leader that Aurelius is.
“And why is that then?” I ask, disinterested.
The cadet is struggling to keep his gaze fixed ahead of him, as if he’s desperate to break position and turn his head. “You’re a savage fae. A bandit. I’ve heard all about you. It’s a disgrace for you to wear that uniform. Nodragon will ever want a wolf or a fae to ride them. When you fail this week, I’ll enjoy watching a criminal like you rightfully sacrificed to the Shadow Gods.”
I hold back the snarl.
Shadows flutter around my wings, as I break from the line to circle in front of him. “And what does being sacrificed to the Shadow Gods mean?”
“Frightened?” He sniffs. “You should prepare yourself. I can extend even a courtesan pet like you this courtesy, despite the fact that you should never have been allowed to enter this academy. It’s laughable that you’re pretending to have more worth, now that you’ve been defeated, than spreading your legs. I enjoyed watching you being dragged through the streets in your golden cage, while being pelted with rotten cabbage; it suited you. Now, being sacrificed to the Shadow Gods means being dragged to the lands beyond even those of the Shadow Elves to the merciless mermen. Then being bound to the cliffs and left as an offering for the gods to devour.”
“Oh good, nothing to worry about then,” I mutter. I ignore the humiliation of the rest of the bastard’s speech. I led an army. I know that he’s using this chance to make himself appear the strongest member of the group by tearing me down as the weakest. To him, he’s the hunter, and I’m the prey. I’ll make him regret that. The cadet stiffens, as I study his face. “And who are you, kid?”
Finally, the cadet’s furious gaze snaps to mine. “I am a noble silver dragon, Ignatius Messalla. The King’s cousin.”
