Page 27 of The Sacrifice

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"So, she's the one."

DRAGO

Sweat-soaked and sated, Mayce and I fall back onto the bed, though I am more careful not to break it with my larger form. I coil my tail around Mayce’s leg, parting his cheeks, and prodding at his well-used hole. He stiffens, then slaps my tail away with a growl. I smirk and give him relief. Shifting into half-dragon form has never been simpler. Nor unleashing my dragon cocks.

As they soften and deplete, I return them to their slit deep into the base of my tail, folding them into the pocket and sealing them beneath the layer of scales. Once I shift into man form, they will fuse into one greater member.

“Fuck, Dragomir!” Mayce bellows, breathless and beautiful.

“I believe I just fucked you, Fae.”

He shoves me hard, surprising me again with his strength when he knocks me off the bed. I rumble a laugh and rise, crouching over the bed, scenting him with my snout. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. Feline and predatory, flawless and formidable. An effigy chiseled from the stars, so unlike my rugged ridges. I may be alpha, but I’ve never deserved Mayce, something he’s always keen to share. For now, he rubs a smooth hand along my hard muzzle, his fingers treasuring the scaly texture.

“I needed you to be the first to know. To see,” I tell him, puffing smoke through my nostrils. After I’d returned to half-dragon form, I’d transferred the sleeping Tessie to Merikh’s adjoining room. Just to stick it to the asshole. I’d left my own little warning to him not to fuck with her. Or fuck her, for that matter. After, I’d wasted no time in finding Mayce, so I could reintroduce him to my cocks, long starved of his attention. The first one to take them all those centuries ago. Now, they are more ravenous than ever.

“Your fire come, Drago?” he wonders, rolling to the side to fetch his clothes—folded neatly on the chair once again. I admire the shape of his firm, round ass as he tugs on his breeches, then proceeds with his black, silk tunic with sinuous ruffles curling into the shape of roses. They form a collar around the back of his neck and collect in a sultry V at his sternum, leaving the porcelain skin of his upper chest exposed—as well as the thin, metallic bands with their thorns meant to imitate brambles. Guilt gnaws at my insides when I consider my mate, how long he’s suffered without his magic. And his wings. To this day, I still remember when he could grow trees as tall as palaces within seconds. Or implode a valley into a crater. All for me to fill with liquid fire.

Scorched earth. We made our two realms our bitch. Only air and water could ever contest us.

Throat tightening as I imagine what my little Tessie would look like wrapped around my lover’s cock, I nod and gruffly respond, “Should see what happened to the room.”

That sinful smirk of his looks even better from his profile. Enough to cause blood to rush to my cocks again. I adjust them beyond my scaly belt as I call it, thankful the heads don’t prod the slit beneath yet. If the slit opens, the scales will retract, and then it’s damn near impossible to keep the fuckers inside. Least not without spilling my seed first.

Mayce turns, crosses his arms over his chest, and deadpans with me. “Did he wake up?” His expression is stoic. Nerves of steel, my beautiful Fae. Always the rational one, plotting three steps ahead. He knows me best. He knows all of us best.

I could never lie to him. “He did.”

“He took her?”

“Mmm.”

Jaw set, the Fae raises his chin and licks his lips. “So, she’s the one...”

I snort, and a tremor ruptures through me as I lose scales, shifting back to human form. It’s always painful as hell. From my skin sucking my scales away to the loss of my tail, and most of all—my damned muzzle. The bone skull cracks and fuses into a male skull until the muscles, flesh, and skin rightfully mold to it. As always, some scales gild my chest with a few sprinkling my neck and face.

“She could still be a spy. Kronos’ latest assassin attempt.”

With a roll of his eyes, Mayce turns to reach for his robe while I shove into my trousers. “One has never roused your fire. Or Thayne for that matter. Regardless, how many times has the god-eater spent spies and assassins through the Veil to learn a way that could possibly kill us? All have failed. ”

I grit my teeth, considering our ancient rival who ate the gods, conquered our realms, and slaughtered a million souls just to trap us here. One night of the year. One night to have some magic but not nearly enough to reclaim our birthright.

“She has a fucking Shadow, Mayce,” I inform him, and all Mayce’s muscles harden. “I banned the damned presence from our territory, but it’s enough to make me cautious. Not to mention how she stabbed me and nearly sent me to the Shadow Realm,” I snarl under my breath, believing the silhouette had something to do with it.

As he fastens the gold clasp of his velvet robe, Mayce snivels, “I take it you won’t be knotting her anytime soon, then.”

I set my hands on my hips and grin at him. “Why, Mayce, I do believe you’re jealous.”

“If she is a spy, we wouldn’t want her popping out any dragon babies, so the god eater may unleash a new age of wrath upon the world.”

“Thayne will be disappointed," I reference my dragon, "but I will contain him for the time being. No knotting. No babies.” For now. “Come, or we will be late for dinner.”

“Fashionably late in my case,” quips Mayce, and I shove him this time.

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"You morons didn't give me any clothes, so I got inventive."

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