Page 107 of Silent Jay

Although we were the only two in the room, the sister stood with a stack of papers in front of her, pretending I didn’t exist. Her shoulders looked tight under her layers of white, and a single nub of one of her horns pressed against her headdress. I bit my lips together to keep from giggling. She was either as uncomfortable as she looked, or hiding something. I had to know.

I looked around for something to write with and slid to the chalkboard. ‘I’ll just be here for a few days.’

Sister Abby's gaze flicked down my body, resting for a heartbeat too long on my chest.

I looked down and realized Tyson’s fucking red bra showed through the white button-down. Great, this woman probably thought I was a horrible influence on her students. Honestly, if I could talk, she wouldn’t be wrong. I’d never lost my vocabulary from my time as first mate on a pirate ship.

I picked up the chalk. ‘Look, I’m not here to hurt your kids. The guys want me out of the way until we can fix me.’

Sister Abby’s perfectly contoured jaw dropped. “There’s nothing wrong with you!”

I stepped back and cocked my head to the side. Right. I had all my limbs. How deep was I going to dig this hole? I ducked, trying to convey apology or remorse or, I didn’t even know, dig my way back up.

Scales twisted around Sister Abby’s eyes once more and her pupils dilated. She took a deep breath as if to say something before biting her lips shut. Her robes crinkled where she gripped them with both hands, one creamy skin and the other metal.

“I mean.” She grunted and leaned against her desk. “I don’t know you, but we’re all so fast to assume the worst of others.”

I bit my lower lip and put up a hand. We really were. Even as an immortal enchantress, I was quick to judge. Poor Chad, back at my gym. He couldn’t have been dumber than his cereal box. Maybe.

‘We are.’ Putting down the chalk, I stepped to the priestess's side and wrapped her shoulders in a one-armed hug, as much to put her at ease as to comfort myself.

CHAPTER FORTY

LUX

The most beautiful creature I’d ever laid eyes on wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close, filling my world with her scent. A haze of need blanketed my thoughts and stiffened my dick, which I was currently pretending I didn’t have.

I was in trouble – a lot of trouble.

After years of abuse, I’d finally run from my dad. I’d drifted until I found the sisters of the air temple who took me in and gave me a home, with one major stipulation. I had to live as a woman, denying my dragon and very nature.

Until this moment, it had been easy.

My relationship with my dragon was unique, probably because of the pain we’d lived through. His aggression caused so much of my dad’s rage. Now, my dragon stayed back, letting my rational mind make decisions which protected both of us. Furthermore, the air temple was populated with older women existing in shapeless robes. Our charges, to me at least, were sexless, growing bundles of joy who needed the love and support I never got. My dragon occasionally grumbled, but we both remembered living under Leberecht.

I had a peaceful life here, but one of denial and self-sacrifice. One my dragon didn’t like, but didn’t have anything else to hope for.

Jay changed all of that.

My dragon surged forward, urging me to pull Jay into me, begging me to cup her neck and tilt her head so we could taste her sweet lips. My thoughts fogged as red hazed my vision.

Rut.

The word echoed in my head. I’d been naïvely thinking there would be no consequences for denying my basic needs. Violence, anger, and uncontrollable aggression my human half didn’t want to have anything to do with simmered under my skin. The moment I laid eyes on Jay in the tent, I felt a pull to her. These last weeks, she never strayed far from my mind. Putting my number in her phone had let me control my dragon, trick it into thinking I took action.

But now she was here, literally in my arms. If I didn’t act, my base instincts would pull me into a world of thoughtless need. I couldn’t afford that. But if I acted, this woman would discover my secret and destroy the life I’d meticulously cultivated.

She squeezed me, and my cock turned into a painful rod under my priestess robes.

A year. I hadn’t even jerked off in that time. It felt wrong when I spent every day surrounded by kids and slept inside a sacred temple. I should have gotten over it and given in the moment she took over my thoughts, but I hadn’t.

Rut.

A haze of anger and pure sex charged through my body, clouding my thoughts and threatening the edges of my sanity. Licorice, brimstone, salt water, and earth filled my nose. She smelled like love and joy. My headdress lifted as my horns grew. I could feel my tail tightening my layers of white.

I needed to fight and fuck, in that order.

Completely unaware of the danger she was in, Jay released me and turned. My arm brushed against her breasts, outlined perfectly by her red and gold bra. My gaze zeroed in, imagining freeing her breasts and burying my cock between her perfect heat.

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