Page 10 of Devoted to the Dragon

Blaring club music, enough to stun and aggravate even my wolf instincts, pulses through the room. No doubt the music is meant to rile up our wolves and force them to the surface.

The robes come off, and the men and women dance.Their hands roam over oil-slicked skin as they pinch their nipples, rub their cocks, and tease their clits. Guttural moans sound, one after another. The scent of omega swells, permeating the air in a rush of sex and pheromones so thick I can taste it.

My dick goes hard, and my teeth ache. I force myself to look up, tearing my eyes away from the debauched sight only to see small tendrils of purple smoke coming from the witch’s candles.

That shit is spelled. But with what?

Alpha pheromones, spicy and close to the peppery tang of rut, waft into the mix.Wolves howl, some of the alphas in the room already jerking their cocks.

I rip off a section of my shirt and stuff two fabric balls in my nose, trying to dampen the overpowering scent. Looking around the room, I find the spot farthest from the cages but still back from the crowd of recruits. Already I can tell some of these wolves won’t make it out of here.

The piercing sound of a snarl draws my eye as two of the recruits shift, biting and snapping at one another as they try to get into the cage of a woman finger-fucking herself to the beat. The guards don’t hesitate,fucking shootingthe wolves with some kind of darts.

Guess that’s two less fuckers I’ve gotta beat.

The wolves fall to the floor as another fight breaks out, this time with half a dozen wolves.

I take my shirt off and tie it around my mouth and nose.It’s gonna be a long night.

Chapter 5

Randi

Iforce the bar up and over my head, my muscles quivering during this final set. No matter how much I work my body, my mind trips on repeat over the feel of Fennik’s lips on my skin. The memory of his stubble raking along my neck makes my nipples tighten and my core clench. I want him to take it further, to feel him pounding into me, his big hands anchored to my flesh as his teeth sink into my neck.

I’m wet with the thought of his claim. My personal gym reeks with the sweet, sticky scent of my arousal mixed with sweat.

I’ve lost my fucking mind.

I’ve managed for decades to keep from giving in to the pull of attraction between us, but this morning, those finely crafted walls have been obliterated. If I didn’t know better, I would think my body is preparing to awaken, that my omega designation is finally going to present.

When I returned last night from my funeral flight for the feral wolves, I made myself come twice before I felt sane enough to try to sleep, and I still tossed and turned. But awakening isn’t possible, not for one mate, and my dragon has claimed none.

She is puzzled by my reactions, her force heavy at the front of my mind as she prowls on high alert. She senses something coming but not what.

I set the weight down and make my way over to the heavy bag hanging in the corner, not even bothering to wrap my hands before letting loose.

Spicy amber and frosted pine waft into the room. I suck in the scent, lick my lips to see if I can taste it in the air. I recognize this is beyond bizarre, but I can’t seem to stop myself.

Fennik’s deep, anger-filled voice bellows through the room. “Please tell me that you didn’t promise to attend the Wolf Council meeting in person without discussing it with me first.”

His handsome face is devastating in its severity as he stalks across the space, his large frame stuffed into his pressed suit. I know what he looks like under that white shirt, and I want to get my hands on his chest. That wayward thought pisses me off, mainly because he commands my body without trying, and yet I must resist anyway, for both our sakes.

“Are you my daddy now?” I ask, hitting the bag again. He thinks he’s a dragon’s mate? He better expect fire. My nostrils flare, silvery tendrils of smoke curling in the air. “One feral attack where I use my claws and you think you know what’s best?”

Fennik catches the swinging bag, and I barely keep myself from begging him to fuck me against the mirror or fight me until my dragon submits. I want to know what it’s like to finally stop trying so hard to push him away. But I don’t think either of us can survive it, and that crushing reality fills me with rage.

His silver eyes bore into me, flashing with that same pent-up heat I feel. “Say when, little dove. Your ass needs a serious spanking that I’m chomping to deliver.”

My pussy clenches at his words, but my throat burns with fire. He’s won, and we both know it. Nothing I can say changes the situation between us.

Instead, I ignore his challenge, leveling him with the only thing I can. “It’s already done. I spoke with the Alpha King this morning. Vandera will stay here.”

His jaw tics, and little crinkles appear on the sides of his eyes. “Have you two lost your minds? That will leave Moon Lake Valley unprotected and you vulnerable in the North. Which seems to be playing into what the Council wants. They will make a bid for control.”

“Of the two of us, the club needs her magic more than mine. She has what she needs from me, and I can defend myself,” I argue. I shouldn’t. Goading him about this isn’t going to help matters.

I turn from him and distract myself with my water bottle. The distraction does little to douse the flame of lust or the fire of anger at his overprotectiveness.

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