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I gasp and flip over and find Xander staring in pure and utter shock. He’d seen everything, no doubt, pink, dripping pussy and all.

“I can’t deal with this,” I choke, pulling a blanket to cover myself before throwing it back off. “This is fucked. Yourejectedme. You’re keeping me in a cage.”

Chapter 23

Xander

Save Me — Remy Zero

Ineed to get her away from me. My response to her heat is nothing more than a natural response from an unmated dragon male. Nothing more.

During her previous heats, I’d removed myself from the entire building, taking refuge in the fresh, clean air of the sky. With my dragon not on speaking terms with me, I can’t even fly to get away. And if I left her, who’s to say which manner of untamed beast would claim my property for himself?

Eugene has locked himself in the bathroom. How the fuck he got here is beyond me, but I’ll be separating the two of them immediately. And with my upcoming wedding, every powerful and threatening beast in the state will be here to witness the union. I need to be at the top of my game to let them all know they cannot steal anything from me. That if they so much as think about it, I will slaughter them and take their gold for my own.

When I glance at Spawn, her round ass is in the air, her pussy completely unobstructed for me to see. It’s flushed and pink with her heat, glistening wet and dripping with?—

Stricken, I suddenly can’t move, my very being frozen in time and space. Spawn makes a sexual sound and turns over. She stares at me, affronted, as if I’m the one at fault.

I fly at her cage, roaring at her between the bars. “Put your scent shield up or I will kill every last nimpin in Damien Agnis’ cage with my bare fucking hands, Aurelia Boneweaver.”

Her mouth drops open, but she leans forward with her eyes wide as if she’s not afraid of me, butenamoured. “You wouldn’t!”

“Do you really want to try me?” I snarl, drawing my nose away from her.

She rests back on her elbows, dropping her head back as if in great pain, baring the column of her neck and squeezing her eyes shut.

Her scent shuts off. Abruptly. Completely.

The ability to do that seems to be from the Boneweavers alone. It’s a skill not even dragons have. It makes the Boneweavers the ultimate predator.

Not for the first time, I wonder how the fuck they went extinct. I exhale heavily, smoke streaming from my nose as I rise to my feet.

“You made a grave mistake,” I say faintly, heading to my window and opening it wide to the night. “Everyone knows you have a powerful heat and exactly when it’s expected. They’ll use it against you now.”

I ignore the rustle of feathers and the small black shadow under the bathroom door. My phone rings and it’s my father’s executive assistant.

“Lord Drakos, the Lord and Lady Hellfire and Miss Francesca are scheduled to arrive in five minutes.”

“Thank you,” I say before hanging up.

Opening my bedside drawer, I pick up a red velvet box that came from the family treasury this morning. A stunning ring of white gold with a rare, princess cut ruby sits inside. I pocket it. With this ring, I declare to my family, to the world, that I am my own dragon. That I am a beast with his own independent desires.

I look back at Spawn. I need to deal with this, and fast. My balls tighten, my cock straining against my pants. I can hardly go to a meeting with the Hellfires and ask Francesca to marry me with a giant tent in my pants. There is a way I can prove that I am truly free of the Spawn. A test.

Reaching out with my telepathy, I locate the basilisk lord. He’s outside on the front lawn, likely smoking a joint and keeping away from Spawn.

“What do you want?”comes the reply.

“You need to satiate Serpent Spawn,”I say curtly.“She is insufferable. And I want to test my…lack of bond.”

His interest piques immediately.“Is she asking for me?”

I turn to look at it. Spawn sits with her face pressed between the bars, licking her lips, her eyes wide. She toys with one nipple like she can’t help it.

“I want my mates,” she whispers. Her hand tightens around her breast and she screws up her face, her brows drawing tight. “I need their cocks. Cock. Cock. Cock. Cock.” She groans, throwing herself dramatically on the blankets and writhing around. A tear slips from one eye. “Goddess thishurts. Someone help me.” Her hand slides down her body, her fingers slipping between her legs. Her wrist rotates.

I turn away.“Yes. Get the fuck over here. She’s half mad.”

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