Page 86 of Cursed

And I falter.

I recognize that cry from being burned myself. I stop and fall off his back.

Shade snuffs out the flames with his shadows and quickly turns on me.

But before he can attack, Quade’s wolf crashes into him, snapping at Shade’s neck. The incubus’s tendrils wail on my wolf.

I call to Landis. “Feed on my emotions!” I have enough fucking emotions right now to power an incubus city.

His cubi power devours my raging emotions, and his strength is recharged enough to pin Shade’s shadowlimbs to the floor.

Quade’s strong jaws clamp down on the incubus’ neck.

He rips Shade’s throat to shreds.

Through our mating bond, I sense he’s taken this death on himself so Landis and I wouldn’t have to.

I appreciate the gesture, but I know this battle is far from over. I might have to kill or even use my fire to get my mates out of this alive.

The guards blast past Arden’s root blockade. Three of them attack Landis, Quade, and me.

Another three charge at Rourke and Branden, giving Drake a chance to get away from his son.

Rourke shouts curses as his father slips through his grasp. His body ripples with his dragon so close to the surface. He slashes at the guards surrounding him, but they bat away his attempts with magic shields.

Quade charges at Drake in a hopeless attempt to keep him from snatching me.

“No!” I scream and direct my shadows to protect him, but I’ve been depleted again with my attack on Shade.

I draw more energy to myself, gathering it.

Drake knocks Quade across the room with a backhanded swing. Thank Goddess, he didn’t eviscerate him with his claws. But my mate is panting, unconscious in the corner now.

It’s as though Drake sees us as gnats to be swatted.

Who am I kidding? He probably views us as exactly that—inconsequential.

Landis feeds on my emotions again, but he’s not recharging quick enough to help.

Arden’s root snags at Drake’s ankle.

But the older dragon shifter sets it aflame without breaking his determined stride, burning it off effortlessly. Drake snatches me with his clawed hands.

I struggle to break free. His talons dig into my arms. I stop to draw in energy.

His dragon’s sulphuric brimstone breath hits me as he whispers, “I have you now, whore. At least now you’re of more use than just being holes to fuck.”

Well now he’s just being a dick.

The energy swirls chaotically in my body. With a screech to the heavens that is more banshee than human, I unleash a sonic boom.

Drake must sense my strike, because he shifts into his full dragon form as I do, attempting to protect himself from whatever I had planned.

Fortunately, his hulking body absorbs most of my magical blast and my guys are unharmed.

Injured, Drake’s dragon collapses on top of me.

I don’t make it out from under him as he falls. At least it’s only my legs pinned and not my body crushed by his massive weight.

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