Page 77 of Bite Me

“I will take you to where the Blue Dragon and the mermaid are being held.” A young man with dark black hair that hung in his face, and eyes like black holes moved through the crowd and pushed Tiana aside.

Tiana grabbed for his arm, but he yanked it away. “No, don’t be as stupid as these half-breeds. You'll ruin everything.”

He turned on Geshtianna and pointed an inky black talon at her, scales rippling across his neck and body.

He was the dragon they were looking for. A black dragon.

“Don't for one second think that I don't know how you and Dumuzid have been using me.” The man's voice was a threat all of its own.

“Don't be ridiculous. I saved you. You would die down there in that hell if it weren't for me.” Tiana's tone held as much malice as Jada had ever heard.

“I am grateful for that,” he lowered his head in a half bow, “but you're not fooling anyone into thinking that you did that out of the goodness of your absent heart.”

Geshtianna scoffed. “Why would you help them? What did Dragonkind ever do for you but cast you out?”

“I'm not doing it to help them. I'm doing it to defeat him.” The words slipped out of his mouth as if he had practiced them a hundred times.

Jada whispered to Portia. “Him who?”

She imagined a vendetta against a coven mate, or maybe another Dragon who had claims to Portia too, or something.

Jett spun and turned those empty black eyes on her. “My father, the Black Dragon, Kur-Jara.”

Helluva Day

Ky fought the devil like a dog. They had both taken flight and there wasn't exactly a lot of room in this cavern for evasive maneuvers. He slapped at chunks of rock on the ceiling, flinging them to either injure or get in the Black Dragon’s way. The problem was, the Black Dragon hadn't been held in captivity with no food or water, beaten within an inch death with a fire whip, or gotten sex advice from the First Dragon today. That put Ky at a disadvantage, and he knew it.

He burned through the fury of Jada's betrayal pretty damn fast. Now he all he felt was an empty hollow core that did nothing for him.

He knew he needed to get back to plan A. Get Azynsa and get the fuck out of here. But with the Black Dragon directly on his tail, he needed a distraction to be able to do that.

He was rapidly running out of both steam and ideas. Then, suddenly, that distraction came in the form of Fallyn.

She appeared at the entrance of one of the tunnels. She took one look around at the destruction, and ashy remnants of what were supposedly her kin, and laughed out loud.

Okay?

Ky would probably be off his rocker too if his birthday present consisted of a couple hundred lashes of a fire whip every year.

The sound of her obvious hilarity was just enough to get the Black Dragon's attention for a millisecond. Ky took advantage of that and flew straight at the Black Dragon's underbelly, talons out. His scales protected him well, but all dragons knew each other's weakness.

The Black Dragon jerked up, trying to avoid Ky's attack, but instead it exposed the one area not completely covered in scales, right between his legs, the soft squishy place where he kept his cock.

Ky slashed, the Black Dragon rolled and roared in pain.

He didn't come out with a dick in his claws, but he had probably stopped the baby demon Dragon making machine for a while.

The Black Dragon crashed to the cavern floor and Ky went in the opposite direction, straight for the tunnel where the prison cell for Azynsa was. He considered for a moment snagging Fallyn and hauling her along with. No matter what she was, or what she was to the Black Dragon, no one deserved the fate she had gotten.

Dammit, it might cost him to get her, but he had to try.

She was still laughing hysterically when Ky swooped down to nab her. He almost had her, when an enormous crash rattled the cavern like an earthquake.

Ky glanced around, the Black Dragon was still on the ground, but back on his feet. Blood was flowing from the wound between his legs. He sure didn't look happy, but he was also looking for the source of the crash.

A new flow of lava poured in from one side of the room and swimming along in the liquid hot rock, was Match.

About fucking time.

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