King Beast - Vicious Flames

Chapter 32

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Unable to eat on my own, he finally seemed to understand that I was one thrust away from passing out, so he brushed my neck, drawing patterns with the tip of his tongue, and slowly dislodged himself from me.

Still sitting on him, I was boneless. And I could hardly bear to look at him.

About ten dragon shifters took their seats at Zerberus's sides, their magnificent scales shimmering in the blue fires of the hall.

I recognized the emerald-green asshole, his scales glinting like polished emeralds, seated beside his ebony mate.

She looked freshly ravished, a green vest replaced the emerald gown she wore before the mentioned ravishment. Her black curls were tousled like a badger-infested bush, and with eyes closed, her lashes were free to cast shadows over her slightly prominent cheekbones. She leaned over her mate's shoulder, her slender arms wrapped around him, fingers trailing gently over the rugged terrain of his scales.

He seemed to ignore her as he was listening to another shifter, with yellow hair and eggshell-colored horns. From time to time, he rose a hand to rub his horn or scratch his chin.

My attention was drawn to a freckled face framed by orange locks in disarray. That was Agnieszka, from my village!

She had disappeared during the last Run and never came back. Her hands gestured as she spoke to her midnight black-haired mate with iridescent black scales. Her mate's arms were crossed loosely over his chest, muscles bulging beneath his scales, a silent but ominous figure beside her, his obsidian eyes observant and unblinking.

We all thought she was eaten...and the truth wasn't as far from reality as the villagers assumed.

She didn't age a year!

Thoughts of my mother and sister bombarded my head. Hope sparked within me like the first sunrays I saw after an eternity without.

If Agnieszka was alive, with a dragon mate, maybe...

"Odette," Zerberus turned my chin, "don't linger there. Eternity is a concept that will give you migraine."

I ignored him.

Tears welled in my eyes as memories flooded my mind— of my mother and I dancing in our kitchen, of dad drumming with plates and forks, of my brother and sister singing, of laughter and joy that felt like a distant dream.

Zerberus caught a tear on the tip of his finger.

"Stop this instant!" He growled , the sound reverberating through the room, bringing silence.

I blinked. "What? I can't even breathe? Maybe I'll do that, to get rid of you-"

"Not breathing, stupid rat. Being sad! Stop it. Now." His words were harsh, but there was a hint of something softer in his gaze.

Huh?

Were finally all the orgasms affecting him?

"You can't make sadness stop, just like this," my tone was one of blatant disbelief.

"I command it," he hissed, his grip tightening on my chin.

I laughed, and Zerberus stared at me for a whole minute. My only warning was the gleam in his hooded eyes before he kissed me.

His mouth was pressed, hard, against my own. Startled, I stilled. His tongue slipped out from between his lips, and slowly, languidly, licked over mine, finally slipping to the seam of her mouth. My mouth opened, and he slid inside, tasting me. His tongue curled around mine, stroking it, enticing it, until he had lured mine inside his mouth, where he trapped it, and sucked it lazily.