Page 72 of The Exiled Dragon

My Black Dragon was horny? So horny he would do this in public?? He was practically humping me.

"Ohhhhh," Amora sighed. "He's never been sexually active before and marked his mate. He's going into a rut." She mused.

"Eh? What? Like an animal?" I questioned loudly.

"Well, a Dragon is an animal," Osirus chuckled. "I can turn into one when I want to." Osirus nipped at Melina's ear.

"Not now, Daddy, we've got guests," she whispered.

I think I might gag.

"There goes our spa day now. Looks like we need to get them to a room." Melina waved for some servants to come closer. "Can you get a room ready for these two love Dragons? One that has plenty of room for their activities?" Melina giggled at that.

"They need a cave," Amora spoke. "Usually, the male Dragon will take their female back to their nest, but his home is now compromised. Do you have any caves around here? Creed will feel more comfortable there." Creed growled, tightening his body around me. His teeth grazing my mark had me clutching his leg.

"And quickly," Amora pleaded. "Otherwise, he will take her now to relieve his problem."

"I thought girls go into heat?" Melina questioned while we walked behind her.

"They do." Amora walked ahead of us with Osirus shouting orders to get the sea-side cave ready. "It's just that Odessa hasn't had her first cycle as a Dragon. She was out for almost six days and hasn't had her chance to. Creed's Dragon is older and hasn't had his rut, so he couldn't wait to rut until she had her heat. His Dragon needs some pussy." Melina cackled at Amora, whose spirit was lightening considerably.

"Tell you what, glad that Faes don't have ruts. Osirus already keeps me busy when I'm ovulating. I'll tell you that much. I'm glad he drinks that tea every month to keep his swimmers away because I think I'd die getting pregnant right now." Amora's mood now faltered again but continued to walk with us down the beach.

Creed groaned. He pulled me up, having me straddle him, rubbing my core against his cloth. The bags he had carried on his back were light as a feather, and he continued to rub me up and down his length.

"Can you hold on? We are almost there," I whispered. "We can't do this in public." Creed whimpered, his rubbing ceasing. The pain in his eyes broke my heart. The others didn't seem bothered, but this was a bit much.

"How long do ruts last?" I asked no one in particular. The woman turned around, smiling and giggling, not answering my question.That long, huh?

"Here we are!" Melina jumped for joy. It was a smaller entrance to the cave, not as vast as the one at home. Warm salty air blew through it, having a wonderful sea breeze smell. A servant came up with a sign and pounded it into the ground.

"Do Not Enter, Dragon Rutting." Osirus laughed joyfully, his hands on his knees. "This is the best idea!" He laughed again.

"Do they really need that?" Melina's wings fluttered angrily at the King.

"Yes, they do. Otherwise, someone will think something is wrong with Odessa when she starts screaming." My face turned bright red until Creed ran straight for the cave.

"Wait!" I squealed, but Creed continued to take long, shaky strides into the hole of the mountain.

"Enjoy!!!" The girls both screamed in laughter as their footsteps faded down the beach.

Chapter Forty-Four

Odessa

Thehowlsoflaughteroutside had me gripping Creed’s back for dear life. He wasn’t slow and calculating in his steps to ensure I wouldn’t fall. Oh no, he had my legs gripped in a vice around his body as he ran through the cave.

The cool cave tickled my backside, causing my tunic to ride up slightly. The long and narrow mouth of the cave opened up to a giant room smelling of sea salt with a hint of the breezy beach. I barely got to look around until my back hit something incredibly soft.

It was an entire bed. How they got it in here was beyond me. They must have built it inside the cave, bringing it in piece by piece.

The room was filled with expensive things, large tulle hanging around the four-post bed and nightstand tables on either side. Large armoires, tables, and chairs fit for the King and Queen themselves sat in the cave.

Several hanging paintings show various scenes, like looking out a window at the open ocean. One of them did hold a portrait of a man with a dark beard, a trident on the one hand, and the other curled up around a beautiful woman. Queen Melina stood between them, smiling brightly at both of them.

Maybe this was some weird room her parents stayed in?

My eyes shot back to Creed, breathing heavily at the end of the bed. Fire lit up his eyes, blazing more than ever I had seen them. Lust, thirst, and one large package staring at me straight in the face. He was already naked, his fists tightening and loosening all at the same time. His fangs were grinding against each other, both hands leaning over the bed.

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