Page 80 of Beautiful Beast

I took the softness between my fingers and held it. Weighed it the same way they did with my breasts. It was pleasantly heavy, and that same unspoken need to taste it gripped me.

It was just as soft on my tongue as I imagined. More. I wanted more of it.

Suck us here.

Could I fit the two orbs in my mouth? Now that I touched them, they felt separate yet whole. I tried, Endre’s cock heavy above. Yes, I could fit them both. My mouth had never been so full, but I liked the feeling. Loved the way he looked down at me now with nothing but black fire.

I sucked.

Endre’s hands gripped my hair. His fingers dug in with a nearly painful grip and a growl rolled from his chest. The eyes looking down at me flashed yellow, pupils morphing into thin, reptilian slits and back again. His beast was so close to the surface, and that wild, untamed and untapped part of me wanted to know what would happen if he let it out.

Wondered what would happen if they were less careful with me.

I moved, releasing him and instead touching the tip of his cock once more. Tasting the tip of him. Watching his muscles flex and harden as he held himself back from fucking my mouth. I squirmed as I knelt, trying to relieve the desperate desire between my legs.

He was so big I didn’t see how I would even take half of him in my mouth, let alone all of him. I’d never seen any other men bare, but surely not all men could look like this? Perhaps it was common among dragons. From hearing the whispers, I would be grateful for it.

Sinking deeper, I closed my eyes at the sound he made. Like he was in pain and he never, ever wanted it to stop.

“Endre.” Zovai’s tone was different. “Flyers to the northeast.”

My dragon’s eyes snapped open, fully golden. Sirrus, still behind me, had me up and away in a flash and into the dress they’d peeled off me the second we touched the sand. I didn’t have any shoes—we hadn’t bothered.

I peered out from behind Sirrus, curious. I saw nothing, but I didn’t have a dragon’s eyes. Trousers appeared on their legs, and I gasped. “I didn’t know you could just make things.”

“He can’t,” Sirrus said quietly. “It’s an illusion.”

“Why?”

Endre had already made it clear he didn’t care about people seeing him undressed. Stated he would have walked to my room naked. So why now?

“Stay behind me,” Sirrus said. “No matter what. Understand?”

Fear I hadn’t felt since my first day arriving rose in my chest. I stepped closer to his back, leaning my forehead against his spine. “Yes.”

I peeked once more, not moving from where I stood, and this time I saw them. Dragons coming straight toward us. One with golden scales that shimmered in the afternoon sunlight as the dragon became larger and more visible. It appeared molten, and it was beautiful. The other was harder to see, and so far, I had not seen a dragon like them. Their body was brown and mottled. Not shining. Like they could disappear into rocks and not be noticed. I shuddered.

The dragons around me weren’t pleased by the approach. This wasn’t mere possessiveness. If anything, they grew more tense with every thrash of wings.

Black sand flew into the air as the dragons landed hard in front of us. They shifted. The golden dragon changed into his human male form. Long dark hair and stark features like I’d never seen. Pale, like he’d never seen sunlight, with hair so deeply blue it rivaled black. The shifting color in his lower body was indeed gold. But that was all I saw before he turned in a whirling motion, clothing wrapping around his body in a wave. It didn’t feel like an illusion. Now I could see the difference.

The other I’d barely been able to watch because I’d been so entranced by the sight of gold. His human form was male as well, and for all the world he could have been a soldier in the Gleiran army. Close-cropped hair and a plain face. Was this a dragon from a different place? A kind I hadn’t yet encountered?

When they bowed, I froze. As royalty, I’d been bowed to every day of my life. I knew the bow of someone sincere compared to a bow of mockery. This was a bow of utter disrespect, and the smile on the golden dragon’s face when he straightened proved it.

“Your Highnesses. Greetings.”

“Relkym,” Zovai said tightly before acknowledging the other, plainer male. “Pelbas. You’re a long way from home.”

I noticed both Endre and Zovai had converged. Closer to Sirrus and I, but also intentionally drawing the dragons’ gazes to them on either side. Away from me.

“The Elders, upon hearing disturbing reports that you failed in your duty, sent us to ascertain the truth,” Relkym said. “And to tell you in no uncertain terms that you are to fly to Doro Eche with no more delay. If you do not appear before them in two days’ time at dawn, they will order you by force.”

Endre unleashed a snarl that echoed off the mountaintops. “You’re out of line.”

“Tell that to the Elders.” Then the dragon sniffed. I tucked myself back into Sirrus’s shadow. I’d barely been looking an inch, and I didn’t think he’d seen me. It didn’t seem to matter. Sight wasn’t needed to hear the sneer in his voice. “And it seems the report is true. Show us the human.”

“If you think you have the power to command us, Relkym, you need a reminder of who we are,” Sirrus said with icy coldness. I knew what he could do with that coldness, and at the moment I was grateful.

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