Page 52 of The Sacrifice

She jerks her head up, surprised by my speaking her full name. Meeting her eyes, I brush my knuckles across her cheek, kiss her tenderly, and say a breath above her lips, “It’s time for you to meet my Dragon.”

Minutes later, I’ve carried her outside the castle and to the eastern side where the largest amount of grounds exist. She deserves better than this earth of nothing but ash and waste. At least this is a field covered in weeping roses. I set her on her bare feet in the middle of the blooms. She winces when a thorn slashes at her ankle, but at her lifting her chin and smiling at me, it unhinges me, prompting my chest to nearly implode. I can’t fucking imagine how much darkness this young woman has felt in her life. To own all these scars and the tapestry of tattoos but to never feel, to never touch, to never experience the warmth of a single hand. To never feel fingertips stroking her hair or a hot breath curling the hairs on the back of her neck. Fuck, if she wants it, I’ll stay buried inside her hot, little body and touch her for eternity.

When I circle my thumbs around the bite marks surrounding her nipples, she hisses but rises on her tiptoes, lips parted in longing. But I touch my fingers to her lips, delaying her. “Are you ready, sweet pet?”

She tilts her neck to one side and lifts a brow. “What does this mean? Meeting your Dragon...?”

I sigh and drag a hand through my fiery locks. “We are one. I am bound to him as he is to me. But he is an ancient entity from a bloodline that stretches to the beginning of time itself. To the very Edenic garden of all race origins. Every time one of my race is born, a soul is birthed and fuses to ours. But...” I wince from the pain flaring inside me while more flames crawl upon my nude form, twisting arounds hers. “It does not mean he is tame. He is wild. He is not safe. And after ten thousand years of slumbering in the dark, ten thousand years without rising, he is hungrier than ever. He is ravenous.”

Alarmed, she steps back and shields her chest. “What the fuck? He wants to eat me?”

I chuckle darkly and step toward her, taking the side of her neck and purr against her ear, “Not that kind of ravenous, little Tessie.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see her brows lift high, and her iridescent eyes turn wide as dinner plates. One of the most adorable extremes I love is the shy blush reddening her cheeks contrasted with that mischievous smile crooking one corner of her mouth.

“What do I have to do?” she whispers back, eager tongue licking her lips.

I beam and kiss her brow and step back. “Don’t scream. He hates that.”

Oh, that adorable smile grows and she bites her lower lip to say, “Oh, I’m sure I’ll do much screaming before the end of it.”

I can’t hold him back any longer. The transformation begins. Tessie’s lips part as she watches our bones breaking, rearranging, growing. Once our dragon form grows too much, she scrambles back, and I want to commend her for not turning around. He would take it as a challenge and turn to hunting mode. But Tessie doesn’t take flight. No, our sweet pet is far too curious. The wind from our transformation whips her hair about her face and chest. Not once does she take her eyes off us, her gaze roaming across every inch of our emerald-hued black scales, our massive paws and talons, our vast wings that span one full side of the castle if we spread them, our lengthy tail. And those wandering eyes briefly swing beneath our tail close to our hind legs. Oh, she’s searching for our cock, the lovable pet. We spread our lips into a toothy grin, dig our claws into the ground while our body crushes hundreds of weeping roses. We scent her blood, the blood shed from the thorns her feet have trod upon in her haste to back up.

Our dragon shakes his head, sheds a few scales, and speaks for us after unleashing a thunderous, hungry growl, “Come closer, little pet...” we bid her to approach.

At first, she pauses, chewing on her inner cheek, hesitating. We narrow our eyes to brutal slits, but she tilts her head to one side, studying more before taking a few small steps forward. Pursing her lips, she smiles softly, coyly, then hugs herself while responding, “Since you’re the most animal of the two of us, wouldn’t that make you pet?”

Oh, that’s why she hesitated so! Our impulsive, little Tessie. Can’t resist opening her mouth and using that audacious tongue of hers. Our dragon flicks his tail back and forth, crosses his paws, and lowers his great bone head toward her. “I’d advise you not to tickle this dragon’s tail, sweet pet. Especially if you want your reward.”

Her shoulders lift. “Reward?”

We puff embers into the air and smoke to curl around her form. “Lay your body upon the roses, pet. Spread your legs. Take a deep breath. And scream as much as you desire.”

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"Do it! Do it all over again, Drago."

DRAGO

My pulse rages, thundering my eardrums. My heartbeat explodes to join that pulse. On my knees, naked and quaking from the post-coital power howling all over my body in waves of hellfire, I grit my teeth and dig my claws into the ground as my brothers burn themselves, trying to resuscitate her. Tessie’s blood coating my cock clots the air, sharp, iron, and sweet. The moment I came inside her was when her heartbeat stopped.

You fucking asshole, you took it too far! I unleash my wrath on my dragon, already predicting how he will respond.

You could have stopped us if you'd truly wished, Drago. Don't deny you wanted it as much as I. We. Felt. Everything. The first pussy to receive all of us. the first pet to surrender to us. Fuck, she practically commanded us.

Yes, I growl at Thayne and clench my jaw. Because she has the heart and soul of a true queen, not a goddamn pet. and we fucked her like a whore.

She is a whore. Our whore. She is our thrall. Our pet. Our princess. And our queen. She. Is. Everything, you crackbrained cockatrice! One cannot kill everything.

No sooner does he say the words than a familiar, feminine gasp pierces the air followed by a little whimper. And then another gasp once she discovers the flames licking and embers glittering upon every inch of her body. My heart nearly shoots from my chest at the sight of her scrambling back, her eyes filled with concern. Not fear from her skin blazing like a vesper. Not wrath from how we fucked her to death itself. No, she curls into a little ball and covers her face from the sight of Mayce, Kyan, and Merikh with the numerous brands upon their skin and the scent of scorched flesh from their efforts to bring her back to life.

“Quintessa...” I close the distance between us, the only one who may unite with her, the burning heart to hers. At first, she tries to resist, but I lock my arms around her and pull her into my lap, wincing from the drops of blood falling onto my skin. She curls against me, her little body even smaller, tinier against me. I take a sharp breath from how she buries her head against my scales. Stroking her hair, I reassure her, “They are gods. They will heal soon, sweet girl.”

Her tears don’t stop, and I can’t begin to fathom how overwhelmed she is. Those tears spill from the pain of us ripping her apart and tearing up that pussy, from how we sent her into the afterlife, and from how she’s become a smoldering orb from the essence of my power coursing through her flesh and blood. Wrenching her face from my chest, I cup her cheeks, search her eyes through the glistening tears, and watch her lips part while that tantalizing tongue licks her lips.

“Fuck, Tessie, what have we done?” I drag my claws through my hair, lacerating my skull in punishment.

She knits her brows as if confused. I lift one when she presses herself against me, her body all silk and flame as her hands slide up my chest to settle her fingers upon each side of my neck. My hellfire currents kiss the embers and flames upon her skin, my power coupling to her essence, ever seeking, ever desiring. Too lost in her eyes, the tears like flaming jewels upon her cheeks, I growl from her sudden wet heat impaling itself upon my cock.

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