Page 62 of Heavy is the Crown
Pulling away from her, I step back and pull my pants down, taking my cock out and sitting down on the bed next to Shadow. “Ride me and feed. Now.”
She closes her eyes, and I can see her trying to turn her brain off, to switch into a submissive role. After an eternity of watching her, those silvery pools open and she launches herself at me. Feeling my cock slip into her tight heat has me digging my hands into the sheets to hold back from coming too soon. She rocks her hips and groans before dropping down to my mouth, and the moment she latches onto my magic with her own, I’m a goner. The room fades away to nothing and the only thing I can feel is her tight cunt wrapped around me and the pulsing pleasure of her drawing from me.
Shadow moves in next to us, hands running over my body as he slips one between us to rub her clit. She lets out a long moan, pulling off my mouth to say, “Oh, fuck me. Just like that.” Her hips pick up speed.
“That’s it,rakkaani, fuck my hard cock,” I tell her, and she opens her eyes, the silver now pools of starlight. She grabs Shadow’s head and pulls his lips to hers, latching onto his mouth and pulling his magic into her. I feel her pussy convulse and her orgasm shatter through her, the hot liquid gushing from her and onto me. “You’re soaking me,” I groan as she rides out her release. After a few more thrusts, I let myself go and drive up hard into her until I’m filling her up with my own release.
But she doesn’t stop feeding off Shadow. Instead, she lets my cock slide from her so she can straddle him. Sitting up, I push my dragon forward slightly and pull her head from his, separating them. Her silver eyes whip to mine, a savage energyswimming in them. She hisses at me like a feral cat, almost launching herself back at Shadow, who slumps back onto the bed.
I loop my arm around her waist so she can’t move. “You're done,” I say, my voice taking on my compulsion. Immediately, she shakes her head, looking dazed like she’s waking from a dream. Then she quickly moves over to Shadow.
“Check in,” she whispers.
“I’m good,” he says. “You didn’t take too much.”
She seems to breathe out a sigh of relief and allows herself to curl her body against him, and his arm wraps around her. Looking at the two of them, I’m hit with a deep foreboding. Because I realize now that if I ever lost either of them, I wouldn't be able to pull myself back from the edge of oblivion. And I’m absolutely positive I would take this whole city down with me. Maybe even Hell.
THIRTY-FOUR
Drago,
This will be the hardest on you.
I know that.
And I wish I could make it easier. Help you understand.
All I ask—no, beg, is please don’t kill my brother.
He only did what he thought was best for our home.
– Ava
Shadow
(“The Grey” – Bad Omens)
I watch Ava shovel the food that Drago brought us into her mouth. Every time I move, my back pulls a little, sending jolts through my body again. Drago watches me with careful eyes. I just sip on the drink in my hand before taking one of the French fries in front of me and popping it into my mouth. He hastaken his role of protector seriously, and while he worries about us, I worry about him. He’s thrown his whole existence into protecting us, and I know exactly what that mentality can lead to. The all-or-nothing toxicity. I go to take another bite when Ava’s drink slips from her hand, spilling onto the carpet as her silver eyes jerk to the corner of the room.
A shimmer of magic erupts into the room, and the scent of a Hellbeast invades my nostrils. My dragon pushes to the surface and fire wreaths my hands as I step away from Ava, putting my body between the beast and my mates. Drago lets out a growl, and I don’t need to look to know those black veins are spreading up his arms.
The massive beast steps out of a shimmering portal, not unlike my own, a growl rumbling from its muzzle. I move forward to intercept it.
“Wait!” Ava shrieks, suddenly pushing out from between us before I can grab her. She moves up toward the beast, who lowers its head, dropping a thick envelope before it sits down on its hind legs. Its massive tongue, dripping that green saliva, lulls out like it’s a fucking golden retriever.
“Ava,” I growl. But she waves her hand dismissively as she reaches up and pats the great beast's head. It’s black fur shines in the light, clean of gore and filth. Nothing like the beast that showed up at the apartment to take Astrea and Ciaran that day. That one had been a feral creature. Or maybe they are all feral, because its yellow eyes have a hint of savagery in them as they track our movements over my mate’s head.
“Look at you, being such a good puppy, bringing us a message,” she coos. I can’t take my eyes from the dark green saliva in the beast’s mouth, so close to my mate. That poison almost killed Astrea; without Ciaran, it would have. My body is coiled, ready to spring at it.
Drago lets out a long sigh next to me. “Ava, please don’t make friends with any more dangerous animals.”
She turns toward him and frowns. “I mean, it's not my fault Buttercup loves me.” That is putting it simply. Ever since she was almost taken, Buttercup has shown up at random, the snake’s smoky body appearing out of thin air. The last time, it happened while I was fucking her from behind in the shower. I did not appreciate that interruption and sent Astrea an angry text message about it after. All she did was laugh.
“What’s in the letter, Ava?” I ask. Having the creature that close to her unnerves me and is putting my dragon on edge.
She pulls it open. “It’s from Kallen.” Neither of us say a word because it feels obvious, given she’s the only witch or person we know who controls Hellbeasts. Ava’s face goes ashen as she reads it. Fear trickles down the bond, followed by despair, before I’m cut off completely from her for a moment.
“What is it?” Drago asks, stepping toward her. “Ava?”
