Page 96 of Wings of Ashes
Thierry’s own nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent of her arousal.
Ryker broke another piece of the couch as he gritted through clenched teeth, “Fuck.”
The dragon shifter’s pupils enlarged into big black saucers as a low masculine rumbling began in his chest.
OTHERS COVET MY MATE. KILL.
Thierry violently stabbed his glasses higher on his nose and squeezed his thigh as Nix’s delicious, sweet scent floated down the stairs. Steamy, sweet, and…
Was she touching herself in the shower?
“Shit, Ryker,” Bael warned.
Glancing back to the dragon shifter, Thierry saw how Ryker’s animalistic eyes had glazed over. Predatory and dangerous.
Ryker shot up, darting toward the steps, and Bael instantly tackled him.
“What’s happening to him?” Thierry asked, standing in a rush at the sudden violence.
“I thought you knew about dragons?” Bael taunted.
Straddling Ryker, Bael slapped a hand across the dragon shifter’s face. Ryker released a deadly growl and snapped his teeth at him.
“Man, calm down,” Bael said. “Come back.”
“Dragons can only mate with other dragons due to the exchange of fire that occurs during intercourse—”
“Yeah, professor, we don’t need a lesson. Last I checked, Nix isn’t a dragon.” Bael slapped Ryker’s face again and bonked his nose. “I know she smells good right now, and you are all pent-up with the lack of female dragons around, but I need you to control yourself. Go walk it off if you have to.”
Ryker rubbed his fists into his dilating eyes and growled again.
“That’s it. Fight it. She can’t survive your fire orgasms, buddy.”
“Should…go,” Ryker grated.
“You got control over yourself again?”
“For now.”
Bael stood, moving off the dragon shifter. He whistled when he saw the bulging snake in Ryker’s pants. “Damn, you’re hard.”
“Will leave.”
“Probably for the best tonight,” Bael said, clapping a hand on his back in sympathy. “Sorry, man.”
Ryker looked up to the ceiling, wearing an expression of pure yearning. “Will be…in woods.” He nodded at the men and jogged out of the front door, his erection bouncing as he raced away.
“He wants her,” Thierry said grimly. At the same time, he thought,Who wouldn’t?
“He will stay away,” Bael reassured him. “He knows he can only sex up female dragons without charring his partner to death.”
“Aren’t female dragons mostly extinct?”
“Hence the large bottle of masturbatory coconut oil upstairs.”
Thierry nodded awkwardly. Ryker had better stay away from his mate. A dragon’s flames would kill her. Thierry had already saved her from one dangerous fire that night.
Nix’s sweet, aroused scent became stronger, thickening the air. Thierry expanded his sense of hearing until he picked up on the soft huffs of her heavy breaths and light pleasured sounds as she touched herself in the shower.
