and there, but I don’t notice any wounds. That doesn’t mean there weren’t any, she could have healed.
Then the smell hits me.
Blood, sex...and fur?
I bristle and my eyes shoot behind her. I blame my excitement at finding her for not noticing the big fucking man leaning back against the wall, watching me with blazing red eyes.
I snarl, “Who the fuck are you?”
Dawn rolls her eyes and stops before me, tilting her head back to gaze up at me. “Really, cutie, that’s the first thing you’re going to say to me? Not even a hello kiss?” she purrs, running her black tipped nails down my chest and making me shiver as my cock hardens further, jerking in my pants to try and reach her.
“Who is that?” I snap, glaring at him…not that she cares. “Did he hurt you?” I demand, searching her eyes, but she giggles and shakes her head.
“Only in the way I like. I missed you,” she tells me, and I melt for a moment before shooting another look at the man. I tug her behind me and cross my arms as I glare at him. I know she fucked him, I can tell, and the possessive way he gets to his feet and steps towards me only confirms it. Hurt and jealousy surges through me. While I was being beaten, almost dying, she was fucking someone else?
I can’t tell what he is, but he’s massive, like a walking, talking tree trunk with a golden nose ring. What a prick. I hate him instantly, and not just because he has muscles where I didn’t know you could have them.
“Who are you?” the man asks, his voice thick and growly.
“Her fucking mate, tree trunk, who are you?” I fire back.
“Her mate, it’s minotaur to you,” he retorts, stepping closer to try and intimidate me.
I let my madness come out as I whirl to see Dawn grinning at me like this is the best news in the world.
“How many goddamn mates do you have?” I yell, throwing my hands in the air. “Is it not bad enough I have to deal with that snobby dragon?”
“Wait, Aska?” she exclaims excitedly, and I narrow my eyes, my hand darting out and gripping her throat harshly. She moans, her eyes flaring in lust.
“No fucking more,” I warn.
I’m flying through the air before I even know what’s happened. Turning, I land on my feet, pulling my blades as I glare at the minotaur who’s now standing defensively in front of my mate like I would ever hurt her. He feels like she needs protecting from me, it makes me see red.
She is mine.
With a snarl I launch myself at him, and he meets me halfway across the cell as we tumble around in a blur of limbs, trying to hurt each other. All this time I’ve been looking for her, worried about her, and here she is shacking up with a fucking minotaur in the dungeon like it’s a love den. It infuriates me and I take it out on the tree trunk. I stab and slash, the scent of his blood filling the air, my mist wrapping around me as I flap my wings to keep us airborne.
He starts to change, his face melting to that of an animal, and his whole body ripples and thickens, which I didn’t think was possible. Suddenly, as quickly as it started, it stops. We are frozen in the way Nos stopped me before, floating in the air. I roll my eyes to see an angry-looking Dawn glaring at us. She flicks her head and we are pushed back from each other and thrown into the cell wall with a grunt, stuck there as she crosses her arms and watches us with black eyes.
Her hair floats around her as her power fills the room, leaking from her body. Her chest heaves with her emotions, but it only draws my gaze to her breasts as I imagine fucking her here, fucking the anger out of her and letting the minotaur watch so he knows whom she belongs to.
“Boys,” she snaps in a bored tone, “if you aren’t getting all that aggression out on me, it’s not worth it. Now stop fighting each other before I kick both your asses.”
“You could try, Vasculo.” I grin. “I might even enjoy it.”
“Might? We both know you would.” She laughs as she strolls towards us, effortlessly holding a fallen and a four hundred pound minotaur pinned to the wall like bugs. Her hand