Malicious Power (Menage) {Revising}

Chapter 6

Daniel

I finally had control over my body. I could tell that whatever had control before wasn't my wolf. But what else could it be?

I saw Whitney's betas in submissive stances in front of me. Wrists out, heads bowed, on their knees. Their wrists were out so I could slash them if they were untrustworthy. The slash would then scar to show anyone who would meet them that they were not to be trusted.

I felt something leathery slide across my arm and I turned toward the source and saw my mate wrapped in my arms with purple-boned, black wings coming from her back.

"What the fuck?!" I exclaimed.

The betas shot to their feet, ready to attack if I endangered their alpha.

"Daniel, I didn't want you to find out this way," she explained. "But I'm a half-dragon and you're a quarter-dragon. The prophecy-"

 "Wait a minute," I interrupted her. "I'm a quarter-dragon?"

"That thing that had control over you a few minutes ago?" she asked. I nodded, recalling what she was talking about she was talking about. "That was your dragon, Zeverus. I'm Whitney's dragon, Alexandria. I'm going to hand the reins over to Whitney, slowly so she doesn't panic. We already love you, Daniel. Don't let Whitney's baggage make you think differently," she ordered and handed the reins to Whitney.

I felt when Whitney got full control because her wings spread and flapped, then folded behind her back as she shot out of my arms.

"Daniel...," she started.

"Betas, you are dismissed," I said.

"But-," one of them argued but interrupted.

"You are dismissed!" I exclaimed, harshly and they left as quickly as possible.

I walked to Whitney, but she whimpered and shied away from me. "Whitney, baby, it's okay," I soothed.

"You... You don't think I'm a... a freak?" she whimpered.

"No!" I paused. "Baby no... Never. I'd never think you were a freak," I spat. "Just the thought of someone calling you that makes me want to rip them limb from limb, then kill them."

She threw herself into my arms, slamming her lips to mine.

I kissed her back, licking her lips, asking for entrance. She granted it and backed me up to the couch, pushing me on it, laying on top of me, and kissing my neck.

Her teeth elongated and she ran them along my neck. "Can I mark you?" she breathed.

"Only if you let me mark you," I answered.

"Alright," she responded, and sunk her teeth into my neck.

It was painful at first, but a few seconds later, a bolt of pleasure shot through me, and I threw my head back, groaning.

She pulled her teeth out, and licked her new mark, cleaning, and healing it.

I started kissing down her neck, and found the spot where my mark would lie. A pleasure spot every female had somewhere on their neck. I licked and nipped at it before I sunk my teeth into her skin.