Academy for Courting Curses - Tara West Page 0,10

favor and leave me alone with my thoughts for five minutes? That’s all I ask. She stepped under the water, breathing in the soothing steam.

Fine. Five minutes. Then we’re going to have some fun on that big sofa!

As she let the warm water wash over her while scrubbing the grime off her body, she was suddenly reminded of the Fae’s smooth skin and flawless features. She ran a hand down her freckled arm. Her thoughts jumped to the meeting with her uncles two days earlier, when they’d set off on their journey. She’d expected them to be cold; if they’d cared about her, they would’ve contacted her earlier. What she hadn’t expected was their level of hostility.

She had no intention of introducing herself to them that first night, but her teenage cousins, who were miniature versions of their fathers, had flown down from their cloud to meet her. They’d awkwardly introduced themselves: Fenri and Hugo Nasir of the House of Phoenixfire. They hadn’t seemed unkind, just curious, and their sweet smiles sparked hope in Serah. Their kindness had meant more to her than words could express, though their awkward family dynamic made her uneasy. Alexi was her brother, but Hugo and Fenri were not. The boys all shared a mother, and Serah and Alexi shared a father. Like dragon-shifters, Fae usually mated in packs, as Fae women were scarcer than men. Her father and his two younger brothers had bonded with the same woman, and she gave them each a son. Serah had never met her father’s bride, but she got the impression she would have shown her the same animosity her uncles had.

The meeting with her cousins was cut short when Victor and Raphael Nasir had joined them, storms brewing in their pale eyes. Both uncles looked like younger versions of Brayne Nasir, her sperm donor: tall and lithe, with luminous skin and long pale hair that hung down over their shoulders like shimmering curtains. Their beautiful faces were marred by deep scowls and venomous expressions.

She’d never felt more like an outsider in her life and couldn’t help comparing herself to the Fae. They were tall, lean, and lithe, and she was average height, with wild auburn hair, curvy hips, and a generous cleavage, thanks to her mother’s siren heritage. They looked nothing alike, but she was half Fae.

Dragging their sons away by their earlobes, her uncles told them they had no business fraternizing with their uncle’s bastard. Her mates had nearly burned her two uncles on the spot. If King Tormung hadn’t intervened, Serah had no doubt the stuck-up Fae would’ve been reduced to piles of ash.

“Mind if I wash?”

She jumped, startled by the boom of Draque’s deep voice as he opened the shower door, his tanned, muscular body glistening with sweat, his thick cock jutted toward her like an arrow honing in on its target. Her pussy flooded when he stepped in, invading her personal space, water splashing from his chest to hers.

“Is that the only reason you’re here?” she asked, unable to hide a smile.

He lathered his body with soap, eyes flashing yellow. “I’m here for a few reasons.”

Her pussy throbbed with need when he cleaned his thick cock.

We should be cleaning it, Thelix purred. With our mouth.

After he finished, she placed a hand on his broad chest, feeling his steady heartbeat as she stepped closer. He smashed her breasts against him while water formed a puddle inside her cleavage. When his erection pressed against her abdomen, she wanted to wrap her legs around him and let him sink into her.

Cupping her chin, he forced her to look at him. “They disrespected you. They deserved a lot more than piss on their heads.”

She’d been expecting a declaration of love and desire, not that. She supposed Draque needed to clear the air before they made love.

“I know.” Emotion clogged her throat and her shoulders fell with the admission. Why had her uncles treated her so poorly? She’d never done anything to them other than being born.

“They’re fools.” He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering on her skin. “They should be proud to acknowledge you. You’re a treasure.”

Thelix made a swooning sound.

Her heart felt near to bursting as she clung to him, kissing his shoulder. He was such a wonderful mate. “It still stings.” But it stung less, knowing she had the love of her three dragon princes.

He brushed a strand of wet hair out of her eyes. “Those conceited pricks aren’t worthy of your tears,” he said,