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He proved her right by kissing her hard enough to make Steele squirm watching them.

She broke the kiss but stayed in his arms. “Now allow the flower access to her powers. She already feels them bubbling inside of her.”

He stole another quick kiss from her. “Fine.”

The First Dragon turned his full attention to Steele, baring down with his eyes, speaking straight into his soul. “Steele Greendragon, you dumbass. Listen to me and listen close. Don’t let those Galla Dragons steal your soul again. They don’t know what the fuck to do with it anyway.”

A ripple of power went through Steele. A fine green mist rose over and around, blurring his vision so they were only silhouettes. His voice rang in Steele’s head still.

“You claim that flower and you give her your soul. She’ll keep it safe. Don’t dick around about it, either. Wake up. Claim her. Give her your soul. Protect her. Give her a good six or seven orgasms so she likes you—”

The White Witch smacked the First Dragon’s side. Then she addressed Steele. Her light shone so brightly. Each of her words wrapped around him, imbuing him with a sense of love he’d never known existed. “She’ll like you just fine, youngling, just make sure she feels the love you have in your soul for her.”

Steele swallowed and nodded, soothed by her words and her love.

Then she winked at him. “Give her at least a dozen orgasm.”

The First Dragon nodded. “I find the more the better too woo your mate.” He pinched the White Witch’s butt, and she squealed, but a lust beyond description sparked between them. The First Dragon pulled her tight to his side, kissing her neck, until she wriggled out of his hold and nodded to Steele. He thought for a second they were going to go at it right there.

“Right.” He pointed at Steele. “It’s time for you and your brothers to stop screwing around with these pansy-ass battles and defeat the Black Dragon and his offspring already. Enough is enough. You hear me?”

Steele’s voice rose up for the first time, and he could speak again. “Yes, sir.”

“If you die again, I’m going to kick your scrawny ass.” He would do it to, from the afterlife or not.

“Yes, sir.”

“Don’t make me come down there.”

Steele shook his head.

“No, sir.”

“Good.” He glanced into a distance Steele couldn’t see and blew out the healing breath of a green dragon. It disappeared into the void behind.

“Oh, Kur, my love, this youngling probably doesn’t need to remember anything about me or Ishtar and the others.”

“He won’t remember anything but what we told him to do. Will you, dumbass?”

Steele wanted to remember. He needed to tell the AllWyr council what he’d learned. “No, sir.”

He looked far beyond Steele. “Alright, here she goes. One more thing, youngling.”

“Yes, sir?”

He glanced at the White Witch and dipped his head, lowering his voice. She gave him a glare, but he chuckled and whispered to Steele anyway. “This will drive your mate insane, I promise. When you’ve got your head between those lush thighs of hers, use your dragon tongue to—”

Steele was pulled from the light of wherever he’d been and into darkness again.

CHAPTER SIX

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