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Before I can respond, Thauglor suddenly lifts me in a swift motion and leaps into the tub. I squeal in surprise before we hit the water. The sound echoing off the marble walls. When I surface, I’m laughing, water streaming down my face and hair plastered to my skin. I spin in his arms, feeling weightless in the warm water.
A second splash announces Klauth’s entrance, and he appears at my back, his presence solid and comforting. The water ripples around us, creating gentle waves that lap against the sides of the tub.
Did I die?
Or am I having one hell of a sex dream?
The connection between the three of us intensifies, an ancient bond forming. The water seems to amplify every sensation, every touch magnified, as if the very elements are celebrating our union. My breath comes faster, my heart racing with the significance of this moment.
“Tell me now that you don’t want this,” Thauglor says, his eyes capturing mine, gold flecks dancing in sapphire depths like stars in a night sky. He wiggles his length, teasing me right where I need him most.
“I want it,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water. The words seem to hang in the steamy air, a commitment that goes beyond the physical, touching something primal and eternal.
“Shhh... Don’t rush,” Thauglor says against my lips as Klauth steadies me with firm hands on my waist. “This bond has waited centuries. We have time.” Thauglor says against my lips as Klauth takes control of my hips and presses me down onto his best friend’s length.
I gasp, feeling how thick Thauglor is. He has the same bumps on his length that Klauth did when he knotted me. My core flutters and pulses, knowing exactly what that means for me. Intense pleasure, feeling him everywhere all at once and being stuck together until he releases me. When I’m halfway down his length, he slams up into me, burying himself to the hilt. I cry out and arch back towards Klauth. He kisses me deeply, holding me as Thauglor rolls his hips agonizingly slow.
The ancient connection strengthens, feeling the power of it coursing through my veins like liquid fire. My entire being pulses with energy, responding to the ancient call of my mates. This is more than physical desire—it’s the union of souls meant to be joined.
I arch back towards Klauth, seeking his strength as the intensity of the moment overwhelms me. He kisses me deeply, grounding me as the power of our three-way bond reaches its peak. The water around us seems to vibrate with energy, responding to the ancient ritual of mates connecting for the first time.
Klauth’s hands cup my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers until I cry out. My core pulses hard, trying to milk Thauglor’s length for all its worth. He pulls me away from Klauth and encases me in his wings, slamming up hard into me with each thrust. He grunts into the curve of my neck with each thrust. A deep growl builds in his chest as I feel his length changing within me. The bumps raise hitting spots I thought only Klauth could hit. Then there’s the fullness of his flair that locks him fully in place. I cry out just as he roars his release, throwing his head back. His voice echoes in the bathroom, rattling things off of shelves and sending them crashing to the floor.
I can hear the bathroom door slam open, the heavy wood colliding with the marble wall with a thunderous crack that echoes off the tiled surfaces. The sound of multiple footsteps fills the room, shoessqueaking against the wet floor and voices raised in surprise. Steam swirls in the disturbed air, momentarily obscuring the intruders.
“Nothing to see here,” Klauth says behind me somewhere, his voice tight with irritation. The water ripples and sloshes against Thauglor’s wings as Klauth wades through the pool to usher everyone out.
“Mina, I’m leaving food,” Balor calls out, his deep voice resonating through the humid air. I hear the heavy ceramic tray hit the marble table close to the side of the pool we’re on, the dishes clinking softly against each other. The rich aroma of freshly cooked meat and herbs wafts over, making my stomach clench with unexpected hunger.
All I can do is stare into Thauglor’s gold-flecked sapphire eyes. They glow faintly in the darkness created by his wings, which curve around us like a living canopy, sheltering us from prying eyes. Beads of water cling to his long lashes, catching the dim light filtering through the steam. My fingertips trace his high cheekbones, feeling the warmth of his skin and the barely perceptible texture of ancient scars so faint they’re invisible to the eye.
I stare at one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen. His skin is damn near flawless, a beautiful dark bronze that gleams with moisture in the low light. My fingers dig into his thick, wavy hair, slightly coarse against my palm, as I pull him to me for a kiss. His lips are surprisingly soft against mine, tasting faintly of the wine I drank earlier, mingled with something uniquely him—wild and ancient, like storm clouds and earth.
It’s different with Thauglor, something about him is magnetic. The scent of him—acid and ancient forests—fills my lungs with each breath. My dragoness wants to be curled up under his wing, safe from the world that constantly demands more from me. I’ve never craved the idea of being kept safe, of making myself small. The concept of not having to be the strong one all the time is foreign, yetstrangely enticing. It settles in my chest like a warm stone, heavy but comforting.
Thauglor has that quiet dominance, the kind that simply is. He doesn’t need to be loud or aggressive. Each subtle shift of his muscles, each controlled breath, radiates power. His presence alone screams dominant male—don’t fuck with me. Even the water seems to yield to him, parting around his form as if acknowledging his authority.
The bathroom door closes with a soft click as the last intruder leaves, and I feel rather than hear Thauglor’s low chuckle against my lips. The vibration travels through my body, settling low in my abdomen.
Deep down, I know he’s exactly what my nest needed.
What I needed.
The realization crashes over me like a wave, undeniable and all-consuming. His arms tighten around me, as if sensing my thoughts, solid and secure. For once, I allow myself to surrender to the sensation of being protected rather than being the protector.
CHAPTER 49
Thauglor
My little goddesssleeps in her bed. Her full lips are slightly parted as she lays sprawled out on her stomach, her breath escaping in soft, rhythmic whispers that barely disturb the stillness of the room. The silk sheets twist around her lower body, leaving her back exposed to the cool air. The golden sunlight streaming through the partially open curtains catches on her skin, illuminating the iridescent scales that trail down her spine like a constellation of stars against the night sky. The amount of scales on my mate in her human form amazes me. I have never heard of a female with this many scales. They shimmer with each gentle rise and fall of her breathing, shifting colors from deep emerald to graphite gray when the light catches them just right.
“She rivals the histories of Tiamat herself with how many scales she has.” I glance over my shoulder to see my descendant walking in slowly, his footfalls nearly silent against the hardwood floors. The scent of leather and pine follows him into the room. His eyes hold the same warmth I am feeling in my chest as we both gaze upon our female. The emotion is palpable, hanging in the air between us like an unspoken oath.
“It is truly amazing to witness,” I almost whisper, not wanting to disturb the tranquility of the scene before me. My voice, unused to such gentle tones after centuries of silence, sounds rough even to my own ears.
“Klauth has reclaimed his empire. She is this continent’s Queen.” Abraxis says softly as he pulls the sheet up Mina’s body to mid-back, the silk whispering against her skin. His movements are tender, practiced, speaking of countless nights spent watching over her. The subtle scent of her fills my nostrils—lightning and rain and something uniquely female that makes my ancient heart quicken its pace.
“She is more than a queen. Those scales alone say when she hits maturity, she will be able to raze the continent alone.” A sigh escapes my lips as I watch her sleep. Her face peaceful in repose, absent of the fierce determination I’ve already come to associate with her. The weight of this realization settles heavy in my gut. “Is there something you need, descendant?”
