Page 85 of Silent Jay

She licked my dick like a popsicle, and I groaned in pleasure. My foggy brain wanted to shut down as every muscle in my body turned to liquid. I languished in the feeling, casting out my right hand to pull her into my side. I wanted to run my tongue along her neck, taste her essence, and mark her so she’d be mine forever.

Mate.The single word filled my mind, and my dragon tried to rise to the surface.

Clarity dissipated the fog between one heartbeat and the next. She wasn’t my mate but my prisoner. I hadn’t gotten herconsent. What if she thought she needed to do this to get free? Rehan, my friend, was her mate, and I’d just forced her.

I sat up and pushed her off my lap. My dragon dick, which I could never transform into a human one, stared me in the face. Shame burned my cheeks.

Most dragons could shift at will, every part of themselves. I’d been born different because of my heritage or my magic; I didn’t know. I’d come out of my human mom with a third scaley appendage that would never be human. Unfortunately, it was too large for a human and a micro dick for a dragon. I couldn’t win.

Only a few people knew about my problem. The one dragon shifter I tried to bed as a teen was unimpressed. My pants had gone back on, and my life of shame had begun.

Jay licked her lips and turned her palms up toward the ceiling. Her face scrunched up, and her arms shook, but nothing happened. She scowled and cracked her neck.

Was she asking her god for help? Was this what women did after sex?

I had no idea what to do.

Jay opened her mouth to speak, and a squeak came out. She balled her hands into fists and dramatically fell back against the bed, scratching at the dirt on her chest. “Squeak.”

Rage boiled up in my stomach, erasing my shame and giving me purpose.

This woman,my potential mate, was cursed and trapped on an island full of shifters. To make things worse, now I’d taken advantage of her.

Dragons weren’t like this.

I wasn’t like this.

I stood and hauled her to her feet. Although I wasn’t the strongest dragon by far, I was still a dragon, and I used my strength to sling her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes.Fuck the consequences. She wasn’t staying in my dirty lair for another moment.

Tearing out of my space, I reached down to my thighs and traced a set of runes inked onto my skin. Warm power infused my muscles, increasing even my dragon speed to a blur. In moments, we stood in my cave. I set her down in my bathroom, and she blinked at me, still dizzy from my run.

“What’s mine is yours.” I pressed her heart. “Shower. Only if you want. I’ll be back as soon as I can, I promise. I’m so sorry.”

I didn’t wait for her to respond, but moments later, the sound of my shower running eased my guilt. Food, wine, flowers, I didn’t know what else women needed. Why did it have to be the middle of the night? With the sound of running water feeling like a countdown timer, I ran around and filled my little kitchen with embarrassingly little. I eyed my meager spread of leftovers and the porcelain flower I’d grabbed off my wall. Shit.

My phone rang. That had to be my handler calling.

Taking Jay out of my lair meant her mates knew she was in water territory. However, they wouldn’t be able to cross the border without evidence or probable cause. Only I knew Jay’s location. For now, I planned to keep it that way.

I let my phone go to voicemail, but the stupid device rang again. If I didn’t answer, they’d send someone in person, and that would be very messy.

I took a calming breath and hit the green button. “Ogden’s phone.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? You don’t need to answer the phone like that?” Opal said. I pictured my bubbly handler, probably chewing her watermelon gum and pampering her birch horns.

I did my best to sound normal. “Every time, probably? Did you need something?”

Opal sighed. “You know that human who has fire and water all flustered?”

“Ah, yeah.” I prayed she couldn’t hear the shake in my voice.

“Apparently, water just felt her pop up in our territory,” Opal said.

I frowned. Only water felt it. So either Tyson’s mark wasn’t working, or Tyson hadn’t admitted to marking her. “And you’re calling me because…”

Opal laughed. “You’re one of the council’s advisors, Oggy. I know you skip most meetings, but you must stay informed about goings-on.”

I wrinkled my nose at the nickname, but I’d let her call me that so many times I couldn’t do anything about it now. “Does water want something from me?”

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