Lord of Rain (The Dragon Demigods #5) - Charlene Hartnady Page 0,4

have to put you to sleep, but it wasn’t necessary after all. You really should try to loosen up a little, hon’.” I don’t know who Gabby is talking to. It might be important, so I hang on her every word. I need to make her happy. “I guess the two of you aren’t in a relationship after all. Love is the only antidote.”

“I don’t want to sleep,” Lyre says, sounding spaced out. “I can’t make you come if I’m sleeping.”

What the fuck?

“That is very true,” Gabby says to him, but she turns to wink at me, and I know that she feels nothing for Lyre.

“Handsome…” she says to me. My face hurts from grinning. I’m so happy.

“Yes? What can I do for you, babe?” I will give her anything. I’ll take my own life for her, all she has to do is ask.

“Lie down on the floor for me.”

I want to make love to my Gabby, but I don’t like an audience. I frown. “You want me here? In front of them?” I point at that bastard, Lyre. He would love to watch.

“It’ll be fun,” she says.

“I would rather have you to myself, I don’t share well.” She must understand how serious I am about her.

“Humor me, sweetheart. I just want to touch and kiss you. We can go to the bedroom in a few minutes.”

She can’t wait. I can’t wait either. “You’ll strip for me when we get there.” I want to see her…all of her. I want to touch her so badly my hands are shaking. “As soon as we get there.” I lie down on the floor. My dick hurts. My balls are aching.

“Lyre, hon’…” He makes this dreamy noise of agreement. “Go sit over there at the table.”

Good!

Gabby is sending that bastard away. “I want to kiss you too.” He pouts. “I’m not as picky about sharing.”

Gabby laughs. She says something to the human. She might also be talking to Lyre, but I am done listening. I need to feel. I need to show her what she means to me.

“Get your sexy ass over here,” I tell my woman. I like how she toys with me, but I’m done playing games.

“On my way.” Even her voice is sexy. “You…stand where I can see you,” she snarls at the human, letting her go. “Ready, handsome?” she asks me.

“Oh yeah!” I grip her hips as Gabby straddles me. I’ve never been readier. “You okay, babe?” I ask. My woman has this look in her eyes. It’s desperation. She feels it too.

“Never better,” she purrs.

Gabby puts a hand on my chest, and I have to hold back a snarl of pure need. Then her lips lock with mine.

Yes!

Yes!

Finally, I kiss her with everything I have. I feel my soul meld with hers. Gabby moans long and hard. I know she feels it too. I feel this pulsing through my body. Like I’m having an orgasm even though we aren’t fucking. Maybe we are fucking. We must be. I don’t care that Lyre and…I can’t remember if there was someone else in the room. I don’t care. This is bliss. The best thing I have ever felt. My balls are about to explode. My heart belongs to this woman. Gabby.

Then she is being ripped from me. It feels like my heart is torn from my chest. Like my very lifeblood is sapped from me. Who dares? Who?

Him.

That fucker.

Lyre.

I snarl. I’m going to kill him. One second I am lying down, and the next, I am up and going at Lyre. Adrenaline is coursing through my body. My head connects with his middle. He makes a pained noise. I did that, and it feels amazing. I want him to suffer. I clench my fists and start pummeling the bastard. As each fist lands, I feel elated. I want to bathe in his blood. I rip my claws across his skin. I snarl and growl. Gooseflesh breaks out all over my body at the thought of victory. Of claiming my woman.

I hear shouting behind me, but I ignore it. Nothing else matters until this bastard is dead, and even then, only she will matter. My Gabby. Saying her name in my head fuels me.

“Stop!” I hear behind me. “I’ll shoot Gabby, I’m going to kill her. Stop, or I will kill the harpy.” It’s the human, and she’s threatening my woman.

I stop.

“It’s me,” Lyre says. “Your brother.”

I don’t give a shit about him. Gabby is in danger. I’ll take out the