Page 44 of Silent Jay

Jay:If you have a way to check on my real old life discreetly, that might give us some clues. If you don’t, then I need to exist here and observe.

Jay:My watcher will slip up eventually.

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, hating all of this. My mate’s eyes twinkled, and a smile pulled at the corner of her mouth.

Some of the tension in my gut eased. “You’re enjoying this?”

She flushed and wiggled adorably.

Jay:I shouldn’t be. But, well.…

She stopped typing and studied me. A squeak came out of her throat, and she clenched her fists.

Jay:This, being here, caught between you and Tyson in a mystery I can’t escape.

My earlier anger flared to life. “You’re not caught between us. I don’t know what that punk said, but I’m your mate.”

She put her hands up in a peaceful gesture, and I took one of them, sliding her long fingers between mine. Feeling her skin calmed my anger. I swear power washed over me like I couldn’t imagine, but the feeling left me just as fast as it came.

She typed slowly with one hand, but I didn’t let her other go. I never wanted to let her go.

Jay:The Hunt woke something up in me. I’ve not been myself, just existing, not really living. As sudden as this is, I think I needed this.

I kissed her hand. “You feel alive here with me.”

She nodded, and a tremor ran through her body.

Dumping my laptop on the floor, I pulled her into my arms. “We’ll figure this out together.”

She smiled before cuddling into my chest and pressing into me like a kitten, her body relaxed and trusting. I purred and wrapped her in my arms. We would figure this out together.

CHAPTER TWENTY

TYSON

If I fucked Tia hard enough, enough times, I could move past all of this.

Thick curtains turned my bedroom into a dark cave filled with sweaty air and the sounds of slapping bodies. I drove my cock deep into Tia, who lay face down with her ass perfectly lined up for me. Her swollen pussy gripped my erection, chasing away every emotion but hot desperate need.

“Harder, baby,” Tia moaned.

Her voice grated against my ears, but I followed her directions because it was easier than facing the truth.

Tia dipped her thin waist. “Spank me, baby, hard. I’ve been a bad dragon.”

I obeyed and pounded her harder as if I could turn her into someone she wasn’t. Sex made my blood rush, but it didn’t chase away my thoughts. I closed my eyes, and Wiggles’ smirk filled my mind. Her squeaky laughter mixed with the slaps echoing around me. I came hard and fast, my release blinding me for one blissful moment.

“Baby, look at me,” Tia said, craning her head to see me. “Keep going. I’m close.”

“I said don’t talk,” I growled, pulling my spent dick out of her and rolling to the side.

She sat up and slapped me hard. I didn’t even try to get my scales up; I just let the pain tingle my cheek. I deserved that and more.

“Fuck you, Tyson,” Tia spat. “I’m not just a body.”

“You’re not,” I said, knowing the right words even if they were a lie.

I’d spent my life saying the right words, yet to my mate, I hadn’t been able to find them. What was wrong with me?

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