Page 24 of Brutal Dragon King

Ravenously kissing her and devouring her mouth, her hot breath licks temptation at my tongue while I lap at her pallet, and swirl my tongue’s dominance around hers. Almost as if I’m threading weaves of imaginary chains around her tongue to bind her to me, I grab fistfuls of her rear and press her against the raging erection behind the towel.

All I’d have to do is let the towel slip off from my waist, then rip her clothes off and bury my cock deep between her rebellious walls. Deepening the kiss, I groan as my erection throbs from the need to be free, and grabbing the backs of Althea’s thighs, I let her straddle my waist as I push her into the wall and continue the ravenous pursuit of her mouth.

I drink in each one of her breaths as if they’re my sustenance, keeping me alive and wrapped in the whirlwind of this kiss to satisfy my intense craving for a human.

A human…

The realization dawns on me with ringing in my eardrums that sets me off and stops me in my devouring pursuit.

What am I doing?

As that question enters my mind, I quickly pull back from her lips with a lewd “pop,” staring at her, horrified with myself. Idrop her legs from my hands abruptly, not bothering to take the time to check if she’s steadily on her feet. Gulping repulsively as if her sweet, intoxicating taste is bitter on my tongue, I rip my gaze from her face.

“Go…” I grind through gritted teeth, unable to bring myself to look at her face because I know it will only make the reality that much tougher to swallow.

What just happened should never have happened. At least, that kiss shouldn’t have been as exciting and thrilling as it was.

The kiss did nothing to prove my power to her. It had an adverse effect, actually, when it proved to me that the human is a weakness I cannot afford to have as the King of The Spine of Nayara.

I can’t have weaknesses.

“Go!” I bellow this time, the command falling from my lips like a growl when Althea doesn’t move the first time around. “Get out, you insolent human!” I roar with a fist, thundering into the metal locker door beside her face. “Go back to your room, and don’t come out!”

She flinches for the first time since meeting her, a frightened gasp escaping her lips before she quickly scurries off. A part of me wants to call her back, but I fight those urges as I recognize my inner dragon’s thirst that was just quenched with that kiss.

When the changing room door bangs shut with a loud, vibrating thud, my sense of judgment returns, and I stare at the indent I left with my fist in the locker door.

How is it possible that the human not only frustrates me but thrills me just the same? That kiss should never haveaffected me the way it did, and as I palm my erection with enough force to push it back and away from my mind, I decide that I will use anything I can to distract myself from the human.

No human should have this kind of power over me.

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“What is the purpose of this?” I ask, crossing my arms as I stare through the window in Kaidën’s office, overlooking The Shadowlands—my youngest brother’s kingdom. The dark fog that covers the land for miles seems to grow thicker, shrouding the trees and bogs until there’s only darkness settled on his kingdom.

Unlike my kingdom, which is abundant and rich in mountains and greenery, and the Aether Steppes, where Jaidën rules over vast forests, The Shadowlands are as sinister as our youngest brother.

That's why he'd been able to call both mine and Jaidën's attendance to The Shadowlands, citing that he had important business to take care of that needed the Nayara brothers in his meeting room.

“Have you found a way to track Hestios's location outside of Khyronia?” Jaidën asks him, and Kaidën lifts his eyes from where he's seated behind his desk, an exasperated sigh leaving his puckered lips.

He glances at me as if he needs me to back him up, though I'm not sure what he needs from me since I'm as clueless as Jaidën. When the youngest seemingly realizes this fact, he sighs and kicks his legs off his desk, then rounds it and slinks his arms around each of our shoulders.

“For one night, let us not think about Hestios and conquering Khyronia,” Kaidën suggests.

Jaidën throws him a quizzical look, one brow lifted skeptically. “If you did not call us to The Shadowlands for official business, what are we here for, Kai?”

Kaidën clicks his tongue, again turning to me as his lips curl into a smirk. I have no idea why he's behaving strangely, but it's not out of character for our little brother to have tricks up his sleeve.

I'm just not sure what the trick is this time, and impatience has my mind reeling back to thoughts I've been trying to ignore ever since yesterday's events in my private changing room.

Gulping to douse the flames of that recollection, I narrow my eyes at Kaidën, who proceeds to lead us to the door, his arms still wound around our shoulders.

“I have a little surprise for you, Hai,” Kaidën smooths before hitting the button on the door that will call for the elevator. “It's something to take the edge off…”

“Take the edge off of what?” I ask with a raised brow. Despite my brother's persistent behavior, I'm curious to see what the surprise is, only because right now, I'm grappling at straws, trying to get my mind off the human and that kiss.

I'd spent the better part of last night writhing in restlessness, unable to see anything except Althea's face etched into my mind, and the taste of her lips lingering on my tongue.

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