Page 97 of Song of Her Siren

He paused.She listens.

Hmm, I teased.Shall we ask her?

No, he answered with a rumble.I prefer my bollocks remain attached.

I laughed.That’s what I thought.

Radnor went suspiciously silent as we soared over the other side of Thebes, the quiet side with the serene park and pond with the attached bathhouse. I wanted to tell Radnor to leave me here, so I could soak my worries away in that big tub, but I didn’t like being away from Tari for so long.

You should go for a swim, he hissed.

I tensed at the strain in his voice.I’m not in the mood.

Too bad, he said before flipping over and soaring upside down.

I grappled for the reins, realizing too late Radnor didn’t wear a saddle. “Curse you, Radnor!” I screamed while falling through the air.

The frigid water stung my back when I hit it, almost like falling onto gravel. I swallowed a pungent gulp before coming up for air and shaking the water out of my eyes. When Radnor flew past in a blur, I shook a fist, letting out a litany of colorful curses. I cut swiftly through the water, swimming over a few warm pockets before climbing onto the wall that divided the temple and the pond. My teeth chattered as I slipped into the temple’s lukewarm water, which fortunately grew warmer as I swam into the heart of the temple. I climbed onto the side of the tub, peeling off my clothes and dumping water from my boots.

Damn that drake.

Luckily, there was an ample supply of thick towels inside the temple. I wrapped one around my waist and used another to dry my hair. Radnor had better return, or I’d be forced to put on those wet clothes and trek back to the castle.

I gave a start at a splash behind me and turned around, expecting to see my drake’s head poking through the temple entrance. My veins hardened to ice when, instead, a naked Malvolia stood waist-deep in the waters, her large, pert breasts on full display.

My knees weakened when she rose from the waters, turning up her chin while protruding her breasts.

“W-what are you doing here?” I stammered, stumbling back.

She flashed a slow, sultry smile while smoothing her hands down her curvy hips. “I came to clear my head. Just like you do.”

“You should put some clothes on,” I blurted, then averted my gaze, shame washing through me that I’d taken so long to look away. I couldn’t help it. I was in too much shock to think clearly.

“Why?” she cooed, biting her bottom lip. “I’m not ashamed of my body. Besides, it’s only fair, since I’ve seen you naked.”

Molten lava pumped through my veins at the mention of the time I’d been chained to a table in her dungeon, completely naked and vulnerable to her touch. Nostrils flaring, I spoke through gritted teeth. “I’m not going to fuck you.”

She eyed me curiously while walking a slow circle around me. “You’re a dragon rider, and a king. Why aren’t you the alpha?”

I curled my hands into claws. “None of your concern.”

My spine stiffened when she walked up to me, flattening a hand on my chest. “She doesn’t appreciate you.”

“She does.” I pushed her hand away, regretting the move when she dropped her hand to my crotch, squeezing. I swatted her hand away with much more force. Good thing I was still cold. I wouldn’t want to give the bitch the impression that I was turned on. I wasn’t. She was more repulsive to me than Arabella and her sausage arms.

I held my breath, afraid to move a muscle when she stood on her toes and whispered in my ear. “If I had such a beautiful Sidhe mate, I’d want none other, especially not bastard shifters.”

I gathered enough of my wits to jerk away from her. “Watch how you speak about my brothers.” I sat on a stone bench and shoved my wet boots onto my bare feet. Then I rolled up my clothes in a towel.

“Or what?” She sauntered toward me, then dropped to her knees, batting her lashes while grasping my thighs. “Will you punish me?”

It didn’t matter that she was naked and willing. No way would I betray my mate and fuck this wicked whore. I jumped to my feet, swatting her hands away like she was on fire.

“No!” I spat. “But Tari will.”

Malvolia shook her head, snickering. “The naïve little princess doesn’t have the nerve—or the strength.”

Running my fingers through my dripping hair, I looked out the doorway leading to the lake while projecting a thought to Radnor.The bitch queen is here. We need to go—now!

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