The Hunchback's Perfect Family ✔

18 THREE DRAGONS

Pest gave one final buck, releasing his seed. For a long moment, he didn't move. Instead, he let the bliss wash over him. His heart felt full, his mind felt full, but not his body.

He was well spent and sated.

But then the slim hips below him shifted, forcing him to withdraw, and his insides caved in. It was slow at first, coming with a chill. Thoughts of Fanli followed, as they always did, and that erosion came faster.

Now with actual action to accompany the worry, his gut ached. His hands gripped the sheets, but he felt her skin. And he felt her face pressed against his throat. He felt her tight waist below his touch. He felt her breasts brush against him.

An actual kiss on the cheek roused him to turn his head and stare into a pair of pleased blue eyes.

"You're pretty good, human."

Her features were dark, her cheeks still flushed, her bare body glistening with sweat, and yet the heat and hunger he'd answered mere moments prior...were gone.

There was simply nothing.

Long fingernails glided up his torso. "Are you looking to satisfy me again?"

Pest's body trembled and it took everything inside him to let out a slow exhale. "No."

The blue eyes blinked. "I only—"

"Where's my payment?" he demanded.

Another piece of him fractured inward. His chest throbbed. She watched him, waiting for a smile, anything to show a return to the playfulness they'd just shared but he didn't have it in him to even pretend.

"Now."

With a flinch, she rolled over then reached below the bed. It was a dingy room—dragons loved being high up. There was only one tower in the village, and they'd staked a claim to it. That had made finding them easy.

After taking a beating by her two bodyguards, getting her attention after that had only been a matter of time.

This conquest was the easiest by far. He'd expected to stop, but nothing had deterred him. With how different he'd felt this time, he'd been certain this empty feeling was gone.

But he was wrong. It was back. And it was by far the worst.

"There are three here," the dragoness confirmed. "Which—"

"That one." Pest didn't have to ask. He knew what Fanli liked. Whatever she kept, the most plain one would be her favorite, it was just like her. "Give me that one."

"Of course. And if—"

Pest snatched the dress from her hands and hurried to shimmy into his trousers. Dragons looked similar enough to ogres in human form. Even down to the muscled body. That had been Pest's main reason for trying this. And it had been a mistake. His biggest one.

He flung the dress onto his shoulder and buckled his belt.

As he crossed one part of the room to the next to retrieve his shirt, the dragon's blue eyes watched him.

"Very few humans can keep up with our stamina. I'm—"

Pest stepped out and slammed the door behind him. At the top of the stairs, he looked down the spiral and was tempted to throw himself off.

Thoughts fell to Fanli and her distress. Within seconds, his fingers gripped the dress, and he used the wall for support in his unsteady journey down.

He reached the bottom of the stairs twenty minutes later, feeling the worst in his entire life. His body ached from the self-disgust.

The aged wood of the door gave way to his tentative push, and he sucked in the crisp evening air.