Page 90 of Silent Jay

No.

I shut down my inner voice and pulled away from Og. Stepping around the shattered plate, I found our notepad fromlast night. ‘Put some clothing on, and let’s see what we can do about freeing my magic and voice.’

Ogden turned bright red before scales clicked together like Ironman out of the Marvel Movies to form a full suit. I sighed. Tyson would have dropped his little hammock and danced to make me squirm uncomfortably. I didn’t know what reaction I preferred. I mean, I should want him covering up. We both needed to focus, but I pictured riding Og’s dick, and my inner lips fluttered. It wasn’t just the size. It was the ridges and that knot at the bottom. When I’d blown him, the knot had expanded in my hands. How would that feel stretching my entrance as he exploded inside me?

I licked my lips. It was so rare I found something I’d never experienced before. Instead of letting my imagination work me into a hot mess, I bent down to clean up the plate.

“No, you don’t.” Og rushed to my side and threw me over his shoulder. “Those are sharp, and you have bare feet.”

‘I’m not made of glass!’ I squeaked, bouncing as he carried me back to his sleeping area.

Og deposited me on his bed. “Stay here.”

I raised an eyebrow at his assertive tone.

“Or not.” He furrowed his eyebrows, and I rolled my eyes. “Look, I’ll clean that up and get breakfast. When I come back, we’ll spend the day figuring out how to free you.”

I took a deep breath and wrapped his sheet around my legs.

Og growled. “Good girl.” He flushed. “Er…”

Before he took it back, I swatted him away from me, grinning. There was a dominant dragon in him. He just needed some help finding it after so much time alone.

I watched his form disappear into his cave mouth, leaving it completely open. A stupid grin pulled at my cheeks.

He trusts you. Don’t mess this up.

I probably will.

While waiting for him to return, I did my usual push-ups and sit-ups, preparing myself for a day of magical experimentation. The smell of rich Spanish cooking filled his cave, and my mouth watered. Ogden set out a spread of Tostada de tomate y aceite de oliva, a Spanish specialty of freshly baked bread and a tomato sauce, telling me it was his favorite. We gathered in his little reading area, each holding a brown recyclable take-out bowl.

“All dragons have access to their elemental magic,” Og explained. “Our power exists as easily as breathing and takes little effort to control. However, raw magic, the power from the Ley Lines, isn’t something all dragons have access to.”

I raised an eyebrow and pursed my lips. Tyson’s complete unawareness of magic pushed that statement home. But the disconnect made an uneasy shiver run up my spine. Elemental or using pure energy, both magics came from the planet, from the world around us. My thoughts drifted to the dragon's fertility issues, though I still didn’t know the details.

Not our business. Like super not.

Right.

I looked at the little pile of papers I’d written last night. With a thought, I lit them on fire.

Og grinned. “Tyson’s magic?”

I took a bite of breakfast with a satisfied nod.

“And you have Rehan’s water to keep the flames under control, balance,” Og sighed happily.

I chuckled.

The earth warlock grew a wall of dark rock out of his cave floor. He pulled a piece of chalk out of his pants pocket and began sketching ways to remove curses, skirting around the part involving binding himself to me for the rest of his life. Now that I had his magic and brain to pick, seeing if there was another way out felt like the right thing to do.

Although my evidence for needing his mark was solid, I hadn’t tried any conventional methods of curse breaking. I chewed on my bottom lip. I still had no access to my magic. I felt exactly like I had when I woke up at the start of The Hunt, weeks ago, except with access to Rehan and Tyson’s elemental magic. My confidence in my curse theory wavered… but my eyesight. Every time I escalated with one of my mates, it got better.

I kissed a girl, and I liked it, yeah.The Katy Perry song popped into my head. I let it play, replacing the lyrics with ‘dragon,’ and cherry chapstick with all my new favorite desserts.

“What are you thinking?” Og tossed his chalk up in the air and caught it.

I’d skipped my kiss with Og and just dove right into the BJ.

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