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“I’m sorry—mywhat?”Addie asked, almost laughing.

“Whatever you call those garments covering your sex.” Sparki pointed to her panties—which, to be fair, were also visible beneath the sheer black silk dress.

“Really?” Addie felt even more self-conscious. “I really don’t think?—”

“Youhaveto,” Sparki told her. “Look, I’m up for the Choosing Ceremony too this year, you know. It’s my one and only chance to be crowned the Queen of Night. But I want you to have a chance too—please, Lssa Addie?”

“Well…all right.” Addie didn’t like the idea of being completely bare beneath the dress, especially in mixed company. But she supposed it couldn’t be helped. If she wanted to observe the Queen of Night Ceremony—and also possibly get a chance to witness the Thirst Quenching ritual—she was going to have to bite the bullet and get naked under the black silk garment.

Reaching up under the long skirt of the dress, she snagged the side of her panties and pulled them down. She was glad that she’d done some personal grooming the day before coming here—her nest of soft curls, a shade darker than the hair on her head—was a neat triangle that barely covered her mound.

Once she’d folded her underwear neatly, she smoothed the dress back down.

“Okay, I’m ready—I guess.”

Sparki clapped her hands.

“Now you lookperfect!Oh, I can’t wait to stand in the circle with you as the cup is passed around!”

“The cup?” Addie asked uncertainly.

“You know—the cup of Sheelash’s Bounty. It reveals which maiden is worthy to become the Queen of Night,” Sparki explained. “Come on—it’s almost time for the feast! I hope the tiresome threesome have gotten your bodyguard dressed,” she added.

Her mention of Drago made Addie suddenly remember that the nobles of the Vargan Court weren’t the only ones who would be seeing her half-naked—or at least, naked under her dress. The big Drake Kindred was going to see her too. And a quick glance in the mirror revealed that he would be seeing alot.

Her large, puffy nipples were poking obscenely at the sheer black material, which seemed determined to mold itself to her every curve. The skirt of her dress clung to her too, so much so that even the slit of her pussy was on display.

Oh my God, this is a mistake! I need to put my bra and underwear back on!

But before she could reach for her undergarments, which she had folded neatly and laid on the corner of the marble sink, Sparki grabbed her arm and opened the bathroom door.

It was too late—Drago was going to see it all.

6

DRAGO

Drago was striding back and forth in the roomy bedchamber, trying to get used to his new “feasting clothes.” He had been allowed to keep his boots and flight leathers on—the tight black leather trousers were like a second skin to him and he was glad to keep them. But his uniform shirt had been taken and he’d been forced to put on a strange kind of leather harness instead. The black leather straps that criss-crossed his bare chest were studded with silver and took some getting used to.

He’d also had to endure the cold hands of the three skinny ladies-in-waiting putting the leather harness on him. It made him wonder if all Vargans were as cold—or as horny—as the three of them. They kept trying to slip their icy fingers into the waistband of his flight leathers to get hold of his shaft—and Drago had to keep pushing them away.

He had no interest in fucking around when the woman who washis Fated Mate was in the next room. Even if he had, he suspected that having sex with one of the annoying ladies-in-waiting would be like sticking his dick in an icicle. They were all so long and thin and cold—not appealing at all, as far as he was concerned. He liked his women curvy and warm—like Addison.

“Fuck this fucking thing!” he was muttering to himself and tugging at the black leather straps of his harness when he heard the bathroom door open. He turned at once. “Addison, do you think—” he began but the words died on his lips.

Addison was standing there in the doorway wearing a sheer black dress that showed her assents—allof them. His eyes widened as he took in the shape of her large, prominent nipples displayed through the thin, silky fabric. It also clung to her lovely wide hips and the tender V between her legs, outlining the puffy lips of her pussy and the curls on her mound. Gods, she was fuckinggorgeous!

“Hey—my eyes are up here, you know!” she snapped and Drago realized he’d been staring at her like a hungry male might stare at a juicy steak. Not only that, but the sight of her naked body under the thin gown had riled up his Drake. The beast within him was alert with interest, seeing what he considered to be their mate through Drago’s eyes and feeling his sexual hunger as he looked at Addison.

“Forgive me,” he said quickly, lifting his eyes to her face—which was a shade of deep, embarrassed red. “I just didn’t expect you to be fucking naked under your dress.”

“I’m not naked!” Addison exclaimed, her cheeks getting even redder. “And anyway, at least I’m not dressed like I’m ready to make a BDSM porno!”

“A what?” Drago frowned, not understanding her words.

“I think I’d better leave now,” the shortest lady-in-waiting said diplomatically, stepping out from behind Addison. “The two of you look amazing though—you’ll be perfect for the feast tonight! I’ll come back and get you once I’m finished dressing myself.”

She slipped out the door, leaving the two of them alone. Addison at once crossed her arms over her chest and went tosit on the bed, where she also crossed her legs. Both gestures irritated Drago.

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