Pretty Painful - K.A Knight Page 0,26

he does, he keeps her forever,” I vow.

I just need to figure out how to do that. It feels like I have been waiting my whole life for this woman, even if I didn’t know it. Maybe there is a reason I was brought here, that I was in this place and time when she needed me the most. Fate is a fickle bitch, she never gives you what you ask for in the way you ask, but she does give it to you eventually. We are never tested beyond what we can’t endure, and I would endure a thousand years locked in a cell being tortured to meet this woman in my arms.

Shaking my head, I send a fuck you and a thank you to the fates, knowing they will be watching. I just wish my little one didn’t have to sacrifice to find me, but I will make sure the rest of her life is the best it can be to make up for what she lost to gain me.

Dabria

I’m lying on Mishal’s chest, tracing circles into his skin as he plays with my hair. He’s so warm beneath me, like sitting next to an open fire, but I’ve gotten used to the heat now and when he isn’t pressed against me, I can feel the cold seeping back in. He’s like my very own dragon radiator. Sighing, I force my thoughts back to what I need to talk to him about. I can ignore it all I want, but it won’t stop it from happening and we need to have a plan in place for when it does.

“They are going to come back,” I point out and he growls, his chest rumbling under me.

“I will kill them,” he snaps, like it’s that simple to him. I wish it was that easy, but these men are smart.

“You can’t be awake twenty-four hours a day,” I remind him, lifting my chin and placing it on his chest, and staring into those black eyes, falling deeper into their depths until they hold me prisoner. My soul and heart are his, all just from his eyes.

“Then we get out of here,” he states, again, like that was obvious.

“Uh-uh, how’s that been working for you for the past one hundred years?” I joke, unable to help myself.

He grins, grabbing my ass and hauling me up his body until my pelvis rests against his still hard cock. “I didn’t have you then.”

“Why do I matter?” I ask, forcing my desire to the backburner so I can concentrate on his words.

“You are the only thing that matters, little one,” he growls, rubbing me along his hard cock as he speaks, like he doesn’t even realise he is doing it.

I try to keep my train of thought, but with each brush of his cock they seem to disappear into the mist of desire. “Uh, the chains?” I query dumbly.

“Easy, you will break Nyre free.” He shrugs, massaging my ass as he rocks me on his cock in that same rhythm, driving me insane as fire races through me at each touch of his body to mine.

“Oh, yes, I’ll just break Nyre free from chains that have held him in check inside you for years,” I grumble, rocking against him as I speak. This man, this god, is pure sex on legs and even his hands on my skin sends a fiery heat through me, making me want him again.

“If anyone can do it, his mate can. He will hear your call and his dragon will use your completed mate bond to gain strength and break us free,” he explains like it’s that simple, and maybe to him it is. He grew up on mate legends, gods, and dragons. I grew up with dragons being on TV and sparkly vampires…let’s not get started on that one.

“I guess I should try?” I muse, unsure.

He grins down at me, softly moving the hair away from my face before tucking it behind my ear. “Try, little one, we will keep trying until we are free. Know that I believe in you. Whatever it takes, you will break us from these chains.”

“Promise me something?” I reply softly, running my fingers along his chest.

“Always, little one,” he grunts immediately.

“You make them pay, the men who hurt those women, the men who killed my sister, you make them pay,” I grit out, looking into his dark eyes to let him see the truth. I want their deaths. It might not bring Rachel