Page 60 of My Guardian Gryphon

Tension twisted in the back of my neck. I rubbed it and winced. Roshanna’s talented mouth on my dick was distracting me from most of the pain as Lily was taping over one of the especially deep gashes.

“Forgive me, Master,” Lily said, bowing her head. “I caused you discomfort. Should I fetch a whip?”

I caught her chin between my thumb and forefinger and raised her face until I could see her dilated eyes. My little half-masochistic-half-sadist wanted to be punished, needed it. She’d thumped my wound on purpose, hoping for some attention from my whip.

“Go to the play mat and kneel there until I return.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you want us to bandage her, too, Master?” Iris glanced up at me hesitantly from the floor at Rose’s side. My brother’s wife was equally carved. Her clothing hung in long, torn strips around her bloodied body. I’d gotten the upper hand in the compound, and Cal had teleported in and out, slicing up her legs with the dragon steel blade until she’d shifted back to her human form, unable to stand upright with so many wounds incapacitating her.

Plus, there was the poison. I hadn’t told Cal, but the dagger he’d been given was coated in a film of dragon fire. The chemicals or magick or whatever anyone wanted to call what happened inside a fire-breather Drakonae were deadly to Lamassu. Dragon steel—the hardest steel on earth or Veil—was melted and purified for the first time beneath the heat of a dragon’s breath, but during the later smelting and shaping, most of the residual poison was removed. To truly have a poisonous weapon, a finished steel sword had to be held in the fire of a Drakonae for a few seconds.

“No, don’t touch her.”

“What about the dagger in her chest?”

I smiled and shook my head. “If you pull it out, she’ll bleed to death in a few minutes. I need her to last longer than that.” Rose’s heart still beat, slowly, but it continued to do my work for me— pumping the poison through her body. Every thump thump weakened her more. Finally I had the great Rose Hilah in the palm of my hand. She hadn’t told me where the portal dagger was. In fact, she’d seemed surprised that I thought it was in Sanctuary. Imagine that. Her good little soldiers weren’t sharing everything with their great leader. I’d stabbed her, slowly and carefully, making sure the tip of the knife nicked her heart before shoving it the rest of the way in at an angle I knew wouldn’t kill her right away, knowing the blade of the knife itself was slowing the leak inside her chest.

Lamassu were resilient. Her self-healing abilities would keep her alive long enough to give me the pleasure I’d been cheated out of so many thousands of years ago.

Iris bowed and backed away from Rose’s still body.

Then she helped me into a fresh shirt, and buttoned it, leaving the top one undone just the way I preferred.

I ran my hand through my damp-from-a-shower hair and shuddered, feeling my balls tighten as my body prepared to climax. I reached down and grabbed a handful of Roshanna’s long, silky black hair and pounded her mouth, shoving my dick halfway down her throat. She gagged softly, but continued to massage my balls with her talented fingers as I shot my cum straight down her well-trained throat.

Once I finished, she licked my dick clean and tucked it carefully behind the zipper of my slacks. She pulled the zipper up and fastened the buckle on my leather belt, all the while licking her lips. When she finished, she bowed her head.

“Thank you, Master.”

“You did well and pleased me. You’re dismissed, Iris, you too.”

Roshanna rose from her position on the floor at my feet, and she and Iris scurried through the side door of my suite into the small adjoining room they slept and lived in.

“Cal.” I spoke loudly, making sure the Djinn on the other side of my suite door heard me. “Enter.”

The tall Djinn appeared a moment later. He also had bathed and changed clothes. His cream colored tunic and pants were free from the bloodstains that’d covered us both from the fight outside Sanctuary.

“Report?”

“The camp was all but destroyed, Master. The remaining Djinn are patrolling the town, looking for an entrance to the vault you said would be within the city limits, but as of the last update I received, there has been no success locating it or the portal dagger.” Cal kept his voice even and calm. A difficult task when he knew the news he delivered was not what I wanted to hear. Rose hadn’t given me anything, regardless of the cutting and stabbing and torture. The bitch was tougher than she looked.

“Fetch Rahim to carry her. We’re going to the tomb.”

“Yes, Master.” His reply carried the slightest sigh of relief.

The dagger wasn’t going to walk out of Sanctuary on its own. There was time. Their barrier was down and many had died, for nothing. Their leader was bleeding to death on my floor. Soon the town would descend into chaos. It was only a matter of time before they revealed the location of the vault, and with it, the dagger she was determined to keep from my grasp.

Cal blinked away, returning a few seconds later with younger version of himself. Rahim was Cal’s brother. Both men stood at an intimidating six-and-a-half feet tall with dark hair and shoulders that could carry grown men without a second thought. They were strong and quick and loyal to a fault. Though that probably had everything to do with the fact that I had their sister and youngest brother locked away safely in a quppa box.

I did love a tightly knit family. Emotions made people weak. Family made them even weaker and easier to manipulate.

“Master.” Rahim bowed low.

“You take her, and be careful not to jostle the dagger next to her heart.” I waved at Rose’s body.

“Yes, Master.”

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