Page 96 of Silent Jay

Dragons were not pack creatures in any way, shape, or form. Maybe if I had my magic, I could find a way to force them to work together. If I had my voice, I could explain. But I didn’t have either. It was time to rip the Band-Aid off.

‘I need to have sex with all three of you.’ I scribbled on the pad of paper.

Rehan narrowed his eyes. “Come again, Love?”

I turned the pad back around, and Tyson snarled. “Where’s your phone, Wiggles?”

I held my palms up.

Tyson turned to Rehan and jabbed a finger at him. “She left it with you before my fire ceremony. Where is it?”

Rehan blinked. “She just said she needs to have sex with all of us. Who cares where her phone is?”

Tyson turned red. “I read it too. Watching her write is tedious. She types faster.” He growled. “I want to know what the feck is going on.”

Og cleared his throat. “A curse traps Jay’s magic. Earm, she figured out that sexual acts with each of us are, ah, breaking it.”

I hope.I added silently. Otherwise, I was out of ideas.

“Sexual acts?” Tyson crossed his arms over his chest. “She’s got my mark on her. You nor Rehan have touched her.”

I chewed on my bottom lip and eyed Tyson innocently through my lashes. I definitely had Og’s little swirly tree on me, and it definitely wasn’t innocently sitting on the side of my neck like Tyson’s flame.

The fire prince leaned toward me and narrowed his eyes. “What did you do?”

I pushed my tongue against the side of my cheek repeatedly to make it look like a dick poking it and set my pen to the pad. ‘Kissing Rehan freed some of my magic, so I went a bit further. It was science!’

Og laughed, his chair shaking against the ground.

“Science?” Tyson pulled on his hair. “You blew both of them for science?”

I nodded and wrote: ‘Yes. Mostly. Look, I’m a thousand years old, not some innocent little girl.’

Tyson shook his head. “There’s no way you’re a thousand years old.”

I let out a breath. Well, at least I knew my initial assessment still held. If I couldn’t prove it, I was up shit’s creek, at least with Tyson. I peeked at Rehan and Og. Og smiled at me like I was the prize of his collection while Rehan watched me thoughtfully.

“Look at me.” Tyson darted forward and cupped my cheek.

I gazed into his molten dragon-slit eyes. Instead of anger, they wavered with uncertainty. “Did my kiss help your magic?”

I pulled my cheek out of his grip and splayed my fingers between us, growing a little fire dancer juggling fireballs. Fire within fire. Tyson had to unshift his eyes to keep the bright flames from burning his dragon vision.

He cocked his head to the side. “So, sucking me off now would help you?”

“It would.” Og cut in.

Tyson snarled and glared at the earth dragon before returning his attention to me.

I’d not realized how far forward I’d leaned to be in Tyson’s personal space. He smirked, and I banished my fire dancer and sat back, trying not to lick my lips. Rehan tasted like a tropical white chocolate cocktail, while Ogden tasted like ginger-spiced chocolate. What dessert would the fire prince give me?

Tyson’s gaze lingered on my lips before he returned to his pacing—each step as deliberate and careful as a Siamese cat. I uncrossed my legs and stretched them out in front of me.

Yes, I wanted my magic back, but it was more than that with Tyson. Unlike Rehan and Og, Tyson was a young soul who had two paths in front of him. One filled with the anger and resentment he showed to the world and one filled with the care he’d shown Betty. Despite his offensive front, Tyson reached out first to make peace with Rehan. Every time our situation tore apart his reality, he threw a temper tantrum, then grew from it. I wanted to keep helping him become his best self.

“We want more than just, ah, um, mouth play?” Og's statement sounded more like a question, and a blush stained his cheeks.

Rehan sat and pulled out his ponytail to run a hand through his long, dark blue hair. “What do you mean more than that?”

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