Page 211 of The Forbidden Dragon King
I never wanted them to.
Is this my fault?
I stagger forward, hacking at shadows.
Why can’t I be numb again? Why did Freya have to make me feel?
When you’re emotionless you can’t feel pain.
Grief, despair, rage.
“You’re burning up, love,” Daire’s concerned voice says above the screams. “Your pheromones are stronger too.”
Pulled out of my anguish, I sniff.
A strong rose scent wafts from Freya, stronger than it should be. Her body is like a furnace against mine.
I’m too hot too, close to falling into full rut.
I push a moth away from my face and swing around to face Daire and Freya.
They’re both pale.
Freya’s face is tear-stained. I touch the back of my hand to her forehead. Then I tip her chin back and lick her scent gland.
“You’re in heat.” I grab Daire by the hair and drag him closer, sniffing his throat. “And you’re falling into rut.”
“Aye, just like you are.” Daie meets my gaze challengingly. “Now you know how I felt, when I saw my forest burning on the Rite of Spring. How can we fight in this state? The three of us together are triggering a powerful reaction in each other. This isn’t going to be an easy one to ride out.”
I swallow.
Within minutes, we won’t even be able to walk, let alone fight.
Intoxicated by Freya’s scent, drawn to her irresistibly, I shudder.
My eyelashes flutter.
Last time I felt like this, I ended up collapsing in my study.
If I collapse now, then we all die.
Fuck.
“What do we do? I want to bond with both of you. I hoped…” Freya’s voice is small. “We’re dead, aren’t we? Just like my parents were killed at Orm. I’m going to be massacred in the same way. I fucking hate vampires. I wanted revenge for my parents, and now they’re going to take the two men who I love and my life too.”
She loves me…?
Daire looks just as pleased, as if he cares more about the love than the fact that we’re about to die.
Freya’s chest is rising and falling, as she draws in desperate, furious breaths.
When Daire meets my gaze, his expression is hard.
He looks like he’s struggling to get out the words; he’s moments from falling into full rut. “We haven’t tried everything yet. How doesHadrianfeel about his Omega being stolen from him? Losing his mates, pack, and kingdom?”
“What the fuck are you playing at?” I growl.
Unexpectedly, a cloud of bats swirl from the fog. Their eyes are a glowing wine-red. They shrilly squeak, descending on us like a shroud.
