Page 91 of House of Mages and Raven

“Not gone,” he said. “Sated for now. It was my dragon’s fault that you entered the first circle of heat. It’ll return. I assure you that you’ll need me again, little scorpion.”

We’ll need him,Sy confirmed.

“I’ll deal with it then,” I said. “I’ll figure out a way to prevent this fucking heat from ever revisiting me.”

His dragon growled, not happy with my defiance and rejection.

I dragged a silky pillow toward me and used it to clean up the creamy juice streaming down my thighs. Then I slashed it with the claws. Sy aided me and tossed the ruined pillow at Killian. Feathers rained down on him.

Poetic.

“Think you can fuck with a scorpion and won’t be stung, princeling?” I purred viciously.

My power lashed out, latching on to Killian’s starlight and darkness, which I couldn’t have done before this mating. Using his power, I tore open the fabric of the air, like he’d done in his dream walk.

“You’ll come back to me for more, sooner than you can hold on,” he said. “So try to be nice, little scorpion.”

“Yeah? Is this nice enough?” I asked as I bent over, baring my ass toward him in utter disdain, before I straightened my spine and sneered.

“Like it or not, my little scorpion, you’remine,” he said, “no matter how hard you try to fight it or refuse to admit it. No man can ever sate you, except me.”

I flipped him the bird as I stepped through the portal before it sealed his dark chuckle behind me.

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Barbie

Bang! Dang!

I landed on top of a shelf and tumbled with it and all the smut books, sprawling on the hard ground in the cell of the House of Mages. I wouldn’t have fallen so ungracefully if I hadn’t been too busy flipping Killian off when I dream-walked back. At least he didn’t see me fall on my ass, as he was on the other side of the reality.

I scrambled to my feet, disoriented, disheveled, and out of breath from the biggest orgasm I’d had. I stared down at my wrinkled academy outfit—a white shirt and dark red skirt. My stockings were at the foot of the bed. I’d yanked them off before Killian came through the tear that he’d opened. And now I didn’t have panties on me, since he had torn them off.

I fumbled along my thighs, waiting for my panties to appear. When they didn’t, a shocked truth hit me.

I hadn’t been in Killian’s dream walk, as I’d thought. Somehow, he’d managed to teleport me to his dragon’s haunt.He’d fucked me for real. And it occurred to me that the mating heat might not have been sated if he’d fucked me in his dream walk.

It told that he’d grown more powerful since our first real coupling, as had I. It seemed that part of our powers had merged after our union. I’d used his power without siphoning it to tear open the fabric of reality and return to my cell in the House of Mages.

What did it mean?

It means that he has your panties,Sy said, still drunk from feasting on our mating.Let’s go back to get it and fuck him again.

My sex still pulsed from the last leg of the orgasm. As I recalled the frustrated and lustful look on Killian’s face, my rage was soothed at my small victory. I even felt a little cocky as I patted down my skirt.

A rush of air sent my golden curls bouncing before Pucker materialized.

The ghost guardian gave me a long look. “What happened? Where have you been? I was looking for you everywhere, Barbie! You should’ve been here for the duration of the detention, but you weren’t. And now you’re back and look flushed.” He sniffed, but he couldn’t smell a damn thing. “Well, I’m a little flushed too, as I ran around to look for you.”

“What’s up?” I asked as I tried to reel myself back.

“We need to hurry,” he said. “Shriekers are right outside the Veil!”

Ice pumped into my veins at once, quenching the remaining heat within. Cold rage surged to meet the dark panic that pounded in me.

“How many of them?” I asked.

“A squad,” he said. “And they keep coming.”

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