Page 118 of The Forbidden Dragon King
He’s cold. Rigid. Uptight.
He has a huge stick up his arse.
He probably wouldn’t know how to remove that stick, even if he attended a fae revel beneath the stars and the falling blossoms, where fae celebrate our bodies, pleasure, and fluid sexualities, together through the long night.
Freya, on the other hand, would look like a wolf goddess underneath the moonlight, dancing with me with flowers woven in her fiery hair. We’d kiss, stripping nakedtogether, before lying on a bed of ancient roots and fucking like wild, free creatures.
I grimace, as another wave of pain washes over me.
Except, Aurelius and his army burned the blossoms and my fae to ash. They burned down the grove, where we danced and sang and fucked.
There will be no revels, unless I fight to bring them back.
I clench my jaw.
I am all that remains of the royal fae. All that remains of the Winter Court.
I have to survive, whatever it takes.
I will serve both Alpha dragon and Omega wolf. I would do anything for my people.
Aurelius is already worshiping Freya’s pussy and acting as if it means that he has more claim to our Omega than I do.
Alphahole.
Why would I deny Freya pleasure? I already spent my rut with her connected through our bond, and it was the best bloody experience of my life.
For a moment, I manage to escape the agony in my knees, wings, and coursing through my blood, into the memory of Freya’s phantom kisses, bites, and scratches over the snowflake.
I shakily trace over my bond mark, feeling for her.
Happiness like sunshine.
I smile.
Why would I deny Freya’s connection to Aurelius, if itcan make her feel like that? She’s still onmyside of the board, however, because we have a deal.
And I can’t wait for the moment that we win.
Sweat drips into my eyes. I struggle to raise my hand to wipe it away.
I attempt to focus on Maximinus, but my vision blurs. Dread churns in my guts.
What if he keeps my vision like this?
“Boss,” I whisper.
I won’t beg.
He still doesn’t look up.
I blink, but my vision is still blurry.
How can I fight like this? My stomach is tight with fear and distress.
“Boss,” I try again. “I’m sorry.”
Maximinus continues to ignore me.
