Page 118 of The Exiled Dragon

The scraping of metal caught my attention above me, but not enough to halt my Dragon’s thirst. Morgana pulled a red fire from her hands, shaking as she wielded it forward. I only caught it with my hand, rubbing the sphere and turning it back into my white light signature orb.

Creed’s Dragon roared above me. The top of the metal box we had stayed in had been peeled away. Creed shifted into his human form, standing behind me. This orb in my hand was not a good enough punishment for this Witch. My mouth salivated, watching her squirm. Creed stepped forward to grab me, and my eyes glowed purple against his skin.

“She dies,” my Dragon growled. I pushed the orb back into my chest, feeding off of its energy. Creed only silently agreed as I gripped hold of the Witch by her neck. My purple eyes were reflected in hers. Terror shaken; she shook her head. “Have mercy,” she whimpered.

I only chuckled until I sunk my fangs into her neck. Blood pooled in my mouth as her cries turned into gurgles. My fangs tightened until her body no longer twitched. Thick rivers of blood dripped from my mouth and to the front of my dress, dripping into a pool around her body.

Blood covered the entirety of my dress. Wiping my face clean with the one sleeve left untouched by blood, I turned to Creed, awe-stricken.

What would he think of me now? I wasn’t his little fawn anymore, but a killer beast that just mercilessly killed a Witch. Not only that, but in the most brutal way possible. Heckers, what had I done?

“My fawn,” he spoke, running to me. I cried on his shoulder, hugging him for dear life. I sniffed; he still saw me as his fawn. Bawling my eyes into his naked chest, I flung my eyes open to see Mortus trying to stand.

“Creed!” I shook him, and his body turned rigid before meeting face to face with Mortus. Mortus stood, his snarl clear as his skin healed from the blast of light.

“She’s still mine,” he taunted. “And I get anxious when I don’t get what I want.” Mortus lunged at Creed, but with one hand, Mortus’ neck was in his grasp in an instant. There was no fight. Creed’s deafening roar had me shiver. His hands went to Mortus’ neck and separated his head from his body, kicking it away.

Creed’s arms fell back to my body, holding me close. “I’m not done with him yet,” he grumbled in my ear. “You smell like him. Did he touch you?” My head looked away, ashamed that those lips touched my neck. It was disgusting. I wanted to wash my body in bleach and scrub the skin raw.

“He, he kissed my neck, tried to pull off my dress until… until I felt you. Like you were right here.” I put my hand to my heart. Creed’s growl shook the bunker. Mortus’ head rolled to the corner. I stumbled towards his body and heard Creed’s claws rip through the Vampire’s pants. Squishing noises and ripping of tendons filled my ears. Closing my eyes, I turned away, suddenly feeling extremely sick with the blood and gore around the room. My Dragon only purred with pride, however.

My mate ran back up to me. He wiped his hands on the bed and put my face into his neck. “Everything is fine now,” he growled. His grip tightened around me. Raining kisses on top of my head, my Dragon purred into his chest.

“I feel so full again now,” I whispered.

“You should be. You saved our bond. You fought it. Even black magic can’t break us, my fawn.” Creed’s thumb pushed away a dirty tear from my cheek.

“I’m still a fawn? Even when I just bit out that chick’s throat?” I pointed to the lifeless body on the floor.

“Then you are just a rabid fawn.” Creed shrugged his shoulders, pulling me back into his chest and touching my forehead with his.

Chapter Sixty-Nine

Odessa

Creedheldmetightly,his powerful arms encompassing my waist. My dress was soiled, ripped, and covered in deep red blood. The Witch was destroyed. Blood covered her face so I could no longer see the darkness in her eyes.

My body tensed, and immediately Creed turned me in the opposite direction. He was so in tune with me as I was him. His fury was far from over, but his urge to protect me and keep me safe kept him from going crazy.

Mortus lay on the floor, his head dismembered from his body, but I still did not dare look in that direction. I wasn't sure of whatever Creed did post head ripping, but I bet it would cause permanent damage later.

The yells coming from above our heads had been silenced. I didn’t notice them until the roars had subsided. Dirt continued to fall from the area Creed had jumped from the roof. “Where am I?” I whispered, my head buried into his scruffy neck. I dared not look around the room. The thick metallic smell was enough to give my brain wild imagination of what it looked like.

“You are in a bunker.” Creed sighed heavily. “We couldn’t find the door, but I felt you here.” Creed put his hand to his chest. “It was overwhelming, like you were beneath me.” Smiling softly, I petted his chest.

“That was how I felt like you were on top of me.” Creed’s nose rubbed the top of my forehead as Alaneo jumped in with a thud.

“Good Gods, did we miss all the fun? You couldn’t wait, could you?” Creed growled, pulling me tighter against his muscular body.

“If he was any later, I’m not sure what would have happened,” I muttered. Granted, I killed a Witch, but who knows what I would have done with Mortus? He scared the daylights out of me, and with one look from him, I would have been frozen with fear, and nothing would have become of it.

Alaneo rubbed the sweat from his forehead, his wings bending slightly in defeat. “I see that you have dismantled him… GOOD GODS!” Alaneo cried. I flinched at his raised voice while he stomped to the far side of the room where Mortus’ head lay. Laughter filled the bunker. Alaneo was almost crying as his laughter soon died and he became blue in the face.

“Gods! That is hilarious! I didn’t know you could be so funny!” My curiosity peaked. I looked behind Creed to find the Duke’s thingy inside his mouth. Gasping, I let out a giggle.

“I’ve heard Melina threatening some guards by shoving their dicks down their throats, but I’ve got the best picture in my head now… Melina!” Alaneo screamed up above the hole. Melina fluttered down in an instant and covered her nose.

“Ew,” she quipped. “Smells like death down here.” Her eyes scanned the room. “Oh yeah, I see.” Alaneo pulled her by the arm, and they gathered around the head of Mortus.

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