Page 77 of The Forbidden Dragon King
I must never forget that these aren’t only Aurelius’friends. They’re his protectors, some of the most dangerous dragons in the kingdom.
When Wraith’s gaze narrows, dropping to the scratches and bruise marks on my wrist, my pulse speeds up.
I stumble.
Aurelius half rises from his seat, holding himself back with difficulty.
His hand curls into a fist; the morning light catches on his gold ring. “Be careful, Spark. Put the tray down. Serve us, then go and take the day off. You need more rest.”
Lucius huffs. “When was I allowed to rest after my heats in the academy? Caligo whipped me that one time I dared to sleep in.”
“Spark isn’t a soldier.” Aurelius’ eyes darken
“She could be.” Lucius tilts his head. “What if she…?”
“Spark is my pet.” Aurelius slams his hand down on the wooden arm of the couch.
I jump, but Lucius only shrugs like it’s a victory. “So grumpy, Relius. It sounds likeyou’rethe one who needs more rest.”
War tweaks Lucius’ right nipple in punishment. “Be respectful, Omega.”
Lucius only moans in pleasure. “Harder.”
I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing.
Lucius truly knows how to play these Alphas.
“Stop encouraging Luc,” Vicious’ voice is low and dark, “or I’ll take him back to my guild and show him pain that he won’t enjoy.”
Lucius’ eyes widen. He sits up straighter.
I collapse to my knees with a wince on the hard marble, dropping the tray with a clatter onto the low marble table that rests between the couches.
I snatch the honey to stop it from spilling.
Pitchers of milk and wine are already laid on the table next to golden goblets and platters.
“I hate you,” Lucius mumbles without heat, crossing his arms.
I don’t miss the way that he’s trembling.
“Kidnap him for your guild’sgames,” War growls, “and I’ll cut your throat with a rusty spoon.”
“Inventive death threats before breakfast, my favorite.” Aurelius sighs, reaching for a flatbread. “Nobody is being kidnapped oranything else. Why is everybody grumpy this morning?”
“The entire Spy Guild is abuzz with the reason foryourindisposition.” Wraith’s voice is soft, hardly above a murmur, but it surprises me that the moment she speaks, everyone in the room is intently listening to what she says. “Is your knot sore? What about your wrist?”
War chuckles.
My cheeks heat.
I focus on taking the dishes off the tray and laying them out on the table.
“Fuck off.” Aurelius takes a savage bite of his bread. “You just have knot envy.”
Vicious laughs. “Why would we have that, Relius, when we have tongues…?” She twines further around Wraith, before lifting her fellow Beta’s hand in hers and licking up and down her fingers, as if it’s Wraith’s pussy, circling the tips of her fingers, slowly and lovingly. Her intense gaze never leaves Aurelius’. “And finger’s…?”
When Vicious pulls Wraith’s fingers apart and fucks her tongue in and out in between them, as if she’s thrusting into her pussy, Wraith’s eyelashes flutter.
