Page 18 of Queen of the Cursed Egg
CHAPTER 12
Mina
I’m almosta month earlier than I wanted, but I feel the first tendrils of my heat starting—a molten ribbon unfurling deep within my core. My skin prickles with heightened sensitivity, every brush of fabric against my flesh sending shivers down my spine. I know who I want to father the first two eggs, and I’m going to make it happen by any means possible. The two males who feel they don’t deserve it most. Ziggy because he’s a displacer beast and I’m a dragon, our species never mixing; and Abraxis because he feels he’s messed up too much.
I grind slowly on Ziggy, feeling the burning heat in my chest intensify with each movement. The scent of his skin—earthy and wild—fills my nostrils as our bodies slide against each other, slick with sweat and desire. In the last several months, I’ve read how the cycle works, poring over ancient texts by candlelight until my eyes burned. The first egg is usually created in the initial hours of the first day of the cycle, the knowledge both terrifying and exhilarating. I want Ziggy to have one of the first eggs. He is the light in the darkness that has been my existence, his presence a balm to my soul. Even now, he’s so gentle with me, his calloused hands exploring my body withreverence. I feel how much he loves me with every touch and through the deep, resonant purr in his chest that vibrates against my skin.
Lee moves behind me, the heat of his body radiating against my back before he even touches me. He places a hand on my lower back, his palm cool against my feverish skin, pressing me down onto Ziggy. The cool lube touches my rosette as he massages it in. Balor, Vaughn, and I have been experimenting with plugs and toys so that I can handle more than one mate at a time. Maybe, just maybe, that will make my cycles more tolerable, the maddening heat less consuming. That is if the books are wrong and I cycle again after this time.
The initial push of Leander pressing his length in makes me stop moving, the stretch and fullness momentarily overwhelming. I breathe slowly, resting my head on Ziggy’s chest, inhaling his comforting scent as he kisses me softly, his lips tasting faintly of cinnamon.
Several tense moments pass, and I relax, my muscles unclenching one by one. “I’m so full,” I pant softly as I lick Ziggy’s chest, tasting the salt of his sweat on my tongue. “Move slowly.” I turn my head in a way that Leander can’t see the scales on the back of my neck, their color a telltale sign of my heat. For my plan to work, I need to hide it a little longer, the secret burning inside me like a flame.
As the guys move, I feel every nerve come alive, electric currents shooting through my body. They are everywhere, their heartbeats pounding against mine, their breathing harsh in the steamy air. Every stroke feels like my very soul is being pulled from my body, the pleasure building like a storm about to break. My core flutters as they move with more confidence, and I’m definitely not going to last long, my vision already blurring at the edges.
“She’s so tight...” Ziggy purrs as his hands tighten on my thighs, his fingers leaving faint impressions on my skin that I know will bloom into bruises later—marks I’ll treasure.
“I’m not gonna last long like this. The view alone!” Leander says as he leans forward and nips at my back, his teeth sharp but controlled, the sting of the bite sending shivers down my spine.
I purr just as deeply as Ziggy does as I try to move between them, my voice echoing off the stone walls of the hot springs. The push and pull is almost dizzying, the contrast between their bodies—Ziggy’s thick muscle beneath me and Leander’s toned frame behind—creating a perfect balance. I can’t decide who to reach for or anything coherent to say. Between the start of my cycle and two of my gentlest mates manhandling me, my brain is mush, thoughts scattered like leaves in a windstorm. The slap of skin on skin echoes in the hot springs, almost muffling the moans that escape my lips, the sounds primal and unrestrained.
Something passes between the two of them—a look, a nod, an unspoken agreement—and they lunge at the same time. Their teeth sink into my skin, one at my shoulder and one at my neck, and I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me, stealing my breath and sending sparks behind my eyelids. My core crushes down on their lengths, and I can hear and feel them cum almost simultaneously, their groans of pleasure harmonizing with mine. Each pulse reignites the maddening desire that is burning in my chest, the fire spreading through my veins like liquid fire.
Leander pulls out first and flops onto the side of the hot spring, panting hard, droplets of water clinging to his sculpted chest. “I have never...” He motions to Ziggy and me still tangled together, his voice thick with spent passion. “Ever shared a female with anyone before.” Lee reaches out and touches my thigh, tracing intricate designs along my skin, his fingertips leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.
“It’s definitely up there on my most memorable moments,” Ziggy says as he turns my face to kiss me, his lips soft and demanding all at once, tasting of salt and something uniquely him.
I laugh softly; the sound bubbling up from my chest, knowing the secret I’m hiding—the scales already changing color on my skin. “It’s definitely a moment I will never forget for the rest of my life.” The moment I know I am taking my life into my hands, the risk is both terrifying and thrilling.
“I think trying for the first clutch may surpass this moment,” Leander says as he closes his eyes and flops onto his back, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath.
“I know you said you wanted to only have two eggs the first time. Who are you going to have father them? The ancients? Or an ancient and Abraxis? Or Balor?” Ziggy asks as he pets my cheek, his touch gentle as a whisper, getting me to look him in his eyes—those mesmerizing pools of malevolent green that somehow hold so much kindness.
“You and Abraxis,” I say without hesitation, my hands framing his face as I stare into his eyes, feeling the strength of my decision solidify within me.
“You,” he pauses as he curls up to kiss me, his breath warm against my lips, “don’t look at me as an evil abyssal creature. You look at me like I hung the sun and the stars for you.” A gentle smile crosses his lips as his eyes search mine, looking for confirmation of what he already knows.
“We’re in the same boat, Zig.” I press a kiss to the tips of my fingers and touch them to the tip of his nose, the gesture playful yet meaningful. “I’m half green dragon, one of the most hated, untrusted species in the world. Yet you had no problem hanging out with me and taking care of me before we were mates.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see Leander wink at me as he grabs his clothes and leaves, the fabric clinging to his damp skin. He knows Ziggy and I need this time together, his intuition as sharp as ever.
“I understand better than anyone here, except maybe Balor, what it’s like to be shunned,” Ziggy says softly, his voice barely above a whisper, the pain of old wounds evident in his tone.
I nod, letting his words sink in, savoring the connection between us that goes beyond physical pleasure. When I feel his length fall free, I roll off of him, the water welcoming me back with its silky embrace. The fire in my chest isn’t as intense as it was thirty minutes ago, temporarily sated but still smoldering beneath the surface, waiting to flare again.
In theory, I can choose to shift now and remain as my dragoness and have my first egg, the transformation already tingling at the edges of my consciousness. Or I can hunt down daddy number two, then shift. The choice is obvious in my mind, my plan crystallizing with each passing second.
Option number two it is. Now I just need to get Abraxis alone, my body already humming with anticipation as I imagine his reaction when he learns what I want from him.
The next afternoon,I have on my leathers. The supple material creaking softly with each movement as I use the high collar to hide the scales on my neck. The rough texture of the scales underneath the smooth leather creates an uncomfortable friction against my sensitive skin. I already feel calmer after yesterday in the hot springs with Ziggy, the memory of his touch still lingering on my skin like a phantom caress. Ziggy and I made love three more times before he finally tapped out and took a nap on one of the chairs by the water, his chest rising and falling in peaceful slumber while I watched, memorizing every line of his face.
Now I watch the sparring arena below from my perch on the cliff’s edge, the cool breeze carrying the scents of sweat, leather, and earth up to me. I’m waiting for my moment to strike, my muscles coiled with anticipation, my heart thundering against my ribcage. The minute I shift, the vibrant magenta color of my scales signaling my heat will be seen. I just need his drake to overrule his human brain and couple with me in the air, instinct overwhelming reason. Abraxis defeats his third opponent with a powerful sweep of his leg, the impact resonating through the air like a thunderclap. He stands in the center of the training ring alone, his chest heaving, sweat gleaming on his bronzed skin.
I leap off the cliff, the rush of wind tearing at my clothes and hair as I shift mid-air. The transformation ripples through me with searing heat, bones elongating and skin hardening into scales with a series of satisfying pops and cracks. My wings snap open with a leathery sound, then fold in so I dive quickly, the ground rushing up to meet me before I pull up sharply. Before Abraxis can react, I snatch him up in my taloned hand, his body warm and solid against my scaled palm, and climb up into the clouds.
His fists bang against my talons, the dull thuds barely registering through my armored skin, and I let go, watching with narrowed eyes as he plummets. I hover as I watch his human form fall for about twenty feet, a dark speck against the patchwork landscape below, before his black dragon explodes into existence in a flurry of midnight scales and powerful limbs. His eyes are glowing like molten gold, and I have a feeling his drake is in the driver’s seat.Good. The primal part of him that won’t resist what I need.
I let him chase me over the countryside; the wind whistling past my ears, making sure he’s riled up to where his human side can’t stop him. I duck and weave through clouds, feeling the moisture condense on my scales and trickle down like tears. He looks pissed, his jaws snapping at my tail whenever he gets close enough, the heatof his breath scorching the air between us.Even better.Angry sex with Abraxis is amazing, raw and unrestrained.
His drake comes up from under me with a burst of speed, his wings creating powerful gusts that buffet my body, and grabs my front legs with his taloned hands. The pressure is just short of painful, his claws scraping against my scales with a metallic screech. I know his wings can’t hold our weight, the muscles in his left wing weaker from an old injury. So I fight to stay on top, my larger wings beating furiously against the air. His tail whips up, the sinuous appendage wrapping around mine like a vise, the rough scales creating a delicious friction. Then I feel it—the hot, insistent pressure of him penetrating me several times before locking in place, filling me completely.
