Page 46 of Taming
Ouch. John needs to watch his tone.
Seconds tick by before logic seems to settle in.
“He … didn’t hear you?” Rime’s voice is nothing short of amazed.
“Well, it wasn’tthatgood, to be honest.” The lie is spoken casually even when my weak knees nearly give out as I bend to pull up my skirt.
His breath is against my cheek when I stand, his body heat washing into me.
“Yeah, I know you’re ridiculously hard to please, but your pussy isn’t. I know what it feels like, sounds like, and tastes like when a woman comes on my mouth.”
My breath catches, unable to even think after the words he just spoke. Before my poor little mind has a chance to even think of a reply, the door swings open and Rime stalks out, his firm ass basking in the sunlight as he strides right up to the Prince.
The arrogant dragon dick is in for a rude awakening.
The Prince’s gaze turns toward the open closet, looking right at me but not seeing me from beneath my magic. Quietly, I sneak out. Rime is still staring eye to eye with the Prince.
I bet the beautiful dragon has never felt overlooked in his entire gorgeous life.
He’s about to find out what that feels like.
John is just walking through the open door as I wander outside.
Rime turns his head one way and then the other as the Prince stares through him. I have no more hiding left. He’ll realize it soon enough.
This is my goodbye.
This is how my story ends with these dragons. And what a sendoff he gave me. Well done. He is my favorite after all.
A scowl tilts his lips, and it’s like I can literally see everything in his little, slow-turning mind.
The way his jaw tics holds my attention for a moment before I finally meet his eyes. I stand in the warm sunlight just outside the castle doors. He stands in the center of the room, sending glaring hate toward me from several yards away.
“You’re the fucking mage?”
A gnawing sort of guilt sinks through my stomach even as I push a smile in place against my lips. I force the magic within me, demanding that it surface. I need it now more than ever. I hold my middle finger up, and my lips press together as I blow him a mocking kiss.
Just before inky smoke wafts around me, pulling me away from the mess I’ve made in an instant.
Chapter Sixteen
The Mage
When I land in my shack, I start dumping money into my satchel. The thing looks empty and small, but the inside of it expands with magic with every fistful of money that I toss into it. I sit on my knees attempting to put every parchel I have inside. Money slips from my fingers and I scramble after it. My knee slices against a rusting nail as I trail after the mess of money.
Kain and Chaos stand around me passing each other confused glares as I race through the house like a madwoman.
His roar is heard before he’s seen. The sound of it chills the air. My heart sinks as I realize how many thousands of parchels I’ll have to leave behind.
His bare feet are storming across the room, and I have to physically race away from him to try to get to my bag. It topples over before I can reach it, spilling out crisp money against the wooden floor.
“Rime, what are you doing?” Kain takes a single step between me and the deadly man ahead of me.
Rime looks from me to the bag I keep staring at.
“This is what you want, right? Money is the whole fucking thing that probably got you into this mess. You’re so fucking pretty but your selfishness is ugly, Arlow.” Rage stings his every word, and when he grips the bag and holds it high and taunting above me, I lunge at him, pushing past Kain to try to reach the only thing that’s keeping me here.
He has no idea how deep my selfishness really is. I’ll choose myself again and again and again if it means we’ll live through this all. Because I’ve already lost one person I cared about. I can’t let anyone else near enough to allow that to happen again. Selfishness is the only thing I have to keep the people around me safe.
