Page 61 of Blood and Reign

My cock stirs just thinking about it. The way she grinds down on me, swaying her hips and taking every inch of me. And those little soft gasps she makes when I slide in and out of her slick heat nearly fucking ends me.

Fuck. I really need to stop thinking about her or Jax will be the one to fucking tease me endlessly when I start walking around the cave with a hard-on.

He hasn’t noticed my switch in thoughts and gives me a look full of pity. Still trying to make me take the bait.

The dick.

He nods his head, all fucking condescending and shit. “She does, she just doesn’t tell you 'cause she doesn’t want to hurt your little feelings.” He nods as if believing the shit that’s coming from his mouth.

“My little—”

The bars beside us shake, making a screeching sound before dragging upward, releasing us from our caved prison. Jax’s wide eyes glance at me before we quickly scramble out of the cave.

Once we’re out, my dragon rises to the surface, grouchy as hell that he’s being pushed down so much. He wants to shift, but we can’t risk it yet. This could be a trap or another game or test that they’ve pulled out of their asses.

Smoke crawls from my nose and mouth, telling me he’s still fucking grouchy, but he settles down long enough for me to get a better look around us and figure out where to go from here.

I was right. It is like a fucking gladiator pit. There are cave walls that look similar to our little prison all around us, blocking us in. They climb upward before meeting some black net that covers the entire pit. I had a feeling it had that shitty zapping thing the bars have, except on a much larger scale.

My dragon growls in the back of my head, pissed that we can’t just fly the fuck out of here.

I glance over at Jax, seeing him struggle with his beast to push back a shift. He turns to me, his eyes revealing just how close his wolf is to the surface. “What now?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

“There’s no one to fight other than each other—”

“I’m not fucking fighting you. No matter how much they want it. Not like this, so just drop it.”

Jax sighs, nodding his head as he looks around. He opens his mouth to say something when he pauses, looking down at the ground just as it starts to shake, and a horde of demons appears from nowhere on the other side of the pit.

About fucking time.

I meet Jax’s smirk, his own beast at the surface looking back at me.

“You’re late,” I tell them with a smug smile on my face as I crack my knuckles and start forward, my dragon fucking itching for this.

They waste no time attacking, their claws slashing out at us as soon as they’re close enough. I dodge them easily, the fuckers too slow.

Damn, my granny could hit faster than them… well, if I had one, she would.

A sly fucker tries to catch me off guard, trying to jump me from behind while his buddy in front aims for my face, but my dragon is having none of it.

My body lights up in flames, turning them both to ashes before they even touch me.

I glance over at Jax, making sure the fucker isn’t dead, and see a savage smirk on his face as he bounces around the demons, making them work for it before ripping them to shreds.

I focus back on the group, trying to surround me from every angle, rolling my eyes at their sad attempt to overwhelm me. Ripping the heads off a couple of them, I break off two clawed hands from one before shoving them into its chest. Yanking them out, I watch the fucker drop to the ground before turning to the next one.

I catch a demon running at Jax from behind and even though I know the fucker can take care of himself, I still throw one of the clawed arms like a spear toward it. It skewers the fucker, killing it instantly.

Jax whips his head around as it drops to the ground before he glances over at me and down at the other clawed arm in my hand. His brows raise before he smirks, turning to rip two arms off a demon closest to him and using them like weapons against the other demons around him.

Fucking copycat.

We get through the rest of the horde within minutes without breaking a sweat, let alone having to shift.

Something my dragon is pissed about.

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