A Pet for the Dragons

135.

ARIKA

"I'M GOING TO BREAK THIS DOOR DOWN IF YOU DON'T OPEN IT, IVY!" I yelled while glaring at Zorge. He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze firmly set on me.

"What else did you say to him?" I demanded. Zorge must've said hurtful things to Ivret that had him reacting like this. I was so mad at him for escalating the issue. After mating with him, I slept long and hard but woke up to the noise of their commotion.

"You heard what I told him," Zorge said darkly, making me grind my teeth.

"And why?" I demanded. I wanted to go after Ivret to ensure that he was alright, but at the same time, I was mad at Zorge to upset Ivret. He was the most sensitive, and I'd already seen him hurt. I didn't want that again.

Zorge gave me a long, hard stare, his jaw set.

"I'll deal with you later," I gritted at him, earning a raised eyebrow and a dark look from him. "Help me fix this! Make him open the door!"

"Leave him alone. He'll be fine in a while," Zorge shrugged, straightening up and stalking towards me, but I took a step back, maintaining my glare on him.

"Zorge, make him open the door. I want to see him," I demanded, and his nostrils flared. A dark, possessive look flashed in his eyes. "Please," I added with a strain. The look in his eyes only grew hungrier and darker.

I hadn't given much consideration to this aspect of the dynamics of our group. The possessiveness aspect of it. It was starting to show in Zorge, and I could tell that he was thinking of every way he could keep me from Ivret and have me all for himself. I wouldn't allow this. I cared for Ivret and Radrox as much as I cared for him. He'd need to learn this lesson soon if he wanted to have more of me. He might be the master, but I'd be the one teaching him a lesson this time.

"Zorge," I tried again. "Make Ivret open the door,"

For a moment, it looked like he was going to leap at me like a predator who had finally cornered its prey, but relief washed over me when I finally saw the dark look lifting from his eyes.

"Scream," Zorge gritted as he stalked towards a decorative vase in the hallway. I tried to imitate a pained scream as Zorge thrashed the vase, making it shatter loudly.

In the next moment, the door to Ivret's room flew open. It had worked! I didn't waste a second to barge in and shut the door before Zorge could follow. I wanted to be alone with Ivret and deal with this issue without any interference.

I heard Zorge's growl outside, but I ignored it. I needed to ensure Ivret was right for now.

"Arika," Ivret growled, sounding nothing like himself at all. His voice was deeper and more guttural. I'd have mistaken him for someone else if he weren't standing before me.

"Stop acting like a teenager, and tal—" I froze as soon as I noticed that he was naked. Very, very naked and wet. Water was dripping from his hair, and his black scales gleamed deliciously in the room's low light.

However, it wasn't his nakedness that caught me off guard. No. It was the feral look in his eyes. They had gone completely pitch black to the point that the darkness in his eyes was starting to bleed out of his eye sockets.

His face looked different even though I was sure it was Ivret. A shiver ran down my spine, and my breath hitched.

"Arika," Ivret growled again, and this time, I caught a glimpse of his canines. They were elongated, sharper, and gleaming, making my heart race even more. "All mine,"

In the next moment, his body slammed against me, pinning me against the wall. Ivret passed his whole body against me until I could feel every inch of him. His face was inches away from mine as his hot breath fanned my neck and lips. He was breathing hard.

"I smell him on you," He growled, furious. "I smell that filth on you,"

"Ivret, I..." I didn't know what I was going to say. I didn't know what to say to that. I felt guilty all of a sudden. It felt like I'd somehow betrayed Ivret by being with Zorge, even though the dynamics between them involved sharing me. Still... I felt terribly guilty.

"Tell me why?" He demanded. "You claimed me first. I had you first," He growled, pressing himself darker against me until his hard cock dug into my stomach, making my mouth go dry. My heart was pounding in my chest. I swear it was so loud that it echoed through the whole wing.

"Ivret... Zorge is my master, too," I groped for more reasons, but I couldn't find any. Back in the hallway outside, I thought Zorge's possessiveness would be an issue, but Ivret's reaction started to scare me even more. I shuddered, keeping myself from imagining how possessive Radrox would be. I'd be a wreck satisfying these dragons.

"Don't take that filth's name while you're with me," Ivret growled. "I hate it already that you're covered in his stench. I hate it. I'm going to get rid of it," Before I could say anything, he scooped me in his arms and took me to the bath.

"Ivret—" The rest of my words got stuck in my throat when he lowered me into the cold water without warning, making me yelp.

"I'm going to scrub every bit of him off you," He announced darkly, climbing into the bath with me with a menacing look on his face. I couldn't decide whether to be afraid or be turned on. My body was having both kinds of reactions, especially the latter.

Even though I was still sore from my time with Zorge, it seemed like my body didn't care. It needed more of that soreness, just from a different dragon this time. The thought made me groan, but I tried to push it away and focus on the present to gain control of the situation.

Ivret growled and started stripping me. His hands were all over me to get me naked as soon as possible. He almost tore my cloth before tossing it over his shoulder with a disgusted look.

"Ivret, listen to me. Tell me what happened," I urged, but he seemed more focused on getting me naked than listening to what I had to say. "Ivret,"

"I can't stand it!" He growled, making the water in the bath vibrate. His growl echoed through the whole bathroom. "I can't stand his stench on you. Get it off quickly before I go after him and rip his head off," Ivret warned as the black from his eyes further bled out and ran down his cheeks like black tar.

I shuddered with the realisation that this wasn't the time to reason. This was the time to follow what he said, hoping he wouldn't go after Zorge and hurt him.

"Okay, I'll clean myself," I promised, "You don't need to hurt Zorge, please,"

"I'll decide that,"

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