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She needs me.
Immediately I wind out shadows, grabbing up my two mates and binding them to my back. Then with a powerful beat of my wings, I carry them off into the night sky.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Mount Primo
Freya
I writhe,deep in my heat on the glistening floor of the vast cavern in the side of Mount Primo, which overlooks the south of Bael. The walls are rough with sparkling gold like dragon scales.
“Alpha,” I whine, dragging at my robes that are suddenly too constrictive.
Too many laces and buttons.
My shaky fingers fumble.
I choke on the memoryof the best night of my life, dancing with the men who I love, turning into my worst nightmare.
It was another massacre like Orm.
I shudder.
Daire moans. His eyelashes flutter, as he turns to me with glassy eyes. He is still wearing Aurelius’ golden mask.
Daire drags me into a hard kiss, before hauling me onto his outstretched wing, which he is using as a make-shift nest. I snuggle into his silky feathers, intoxicated by his strong scent.
Then I peer, as my stomach churns with both anticipation and nerves, at the dark figure of Aurelius, who is standing at the entrance of the cavern.
Should I be calling him Hadrian?
I swallow.
He flew us both here wrapped in his shadows, which had been cold, so different to the hot shadows that had invaded the capital’s streets.
I had sensed the same conflicting coldness in his mind.
It was dangerous. Deadly. But still Aurelius, even though the dragon called himself the resurrected Hadrian.
In my heat state, he was still my Alpha. I knew it biologically in the way that our pheromones called to each other.
Either way, this heat is happening.
I moan, slipping my hand between my thighs. Slick is soaking through my robe, sticking it to my skin.
I feel empty.
“Knot,” I chant, low and desperate, “knot,knot.”
“You’re cute like this.” Daire sounds amused, kissing me again.
I’m too exhausted and fevered to do more than weakly growl.
“Do that again.” Daire tightens his wing around me. “It’s even cuter.”
Aurelius stalks with slow, predatory steps into the gleaming cave. He is silhouetted against the streaming moonlight behind him. His dagger is sheathed, but shadows still wind up his arms. His eyes are molten amber.
I watch him with wide eyes. My core throbs.
