Page 108 of The Forbidden Dragon King
My feral nature still simmers beneath my skin.
Behind my regal mask, I will be able to face that fae fucker Daire and ensure the hierarchy of this new pack.
I jangle the cell’s keys, which hang at my waist with satisfaction.
I focus on the burning passion inside me from the touch of my Omega’s fingers on my wings.
No one has lovingly touched my wings before.
No one has claimed me.
In turn, I never imagined that I would want someone to become my Queen.
I lick my lips, before a smile dances across them.
Freya’s sweet pussy tasted fucking divine. I could dine on nothing but wine supped from her breasts and honey licked from her clit.
I should make worshiping between an Omega’s thighs a new law.
I clench my jaw, as my cock hardens.
I need to knot her.
I need to hold her down with my teeth sunk in her neck, wrap my wings around her, rut her,fucking breed her.
I glance down with a sigh at my now hardened cock in my breeches.
Maybe now isn’t the best time to think about Freya. But when don’t I think about my goddess?
She’s fucking consuming me.
I prowl faster down the corridor, passing empty cells with iron bars. This is the side of the dungeons that was designed to hold fae prisoners, or in the past, fae pets who had misbehaved.
Maximinus once told me that when he was young, Father gifted him a fae pet toplay with.
I shudder.Poor fae.
Maximinus hates pets more than anything apart from Hadrian. Perhaps, something happened when he was young with this fae who no longer seems to be in the palace, which makes him so determined to make all of them suffer now.
I grit my teeth, struggling not to remember the isolated cell that shimmered with enchanted magic and chains that Uncle guided me to on the other side of the dungeons with a kindly hand on my shoulder.
“This is your cell.” Maximinus squeezed my shoulder. I flinched. My blood ran cold. “I had it prepared on the day that you were born. So, there is no need to worry, is there, my boy? This is a special room for you alone. Any time that you believe you’re slipping in your self-discipline, just tell me. I will have you installed down here. After all, this was Hadrian’s cell first long ago.”
Emperor Hadrian’s cell.
Why did I have to be born as death on shadowed wings?
Is this end for me, a cell and chains, inevitable? Turning to ash on my own dagger?
I shake my head, attempting to clear it of the image of that tiny, dark cell coiled with enchanted chains.
Did Tarquin know about it? Approve it?
Did my parents?
I clutch the tray that I am carrying closer to my chest.
I promised Freya that I would bring Daire his meal and I guess that Daire has missed…actually, I’m not certain how many meals.
