Lord of Chaos (The Dragon Demigods #7) - Charlene Hartnady Page 0,50

and I get going on it. I’m desperate for her to come. I can’t leave her hanging. I won’t!

Thankfully, it doesn’t take long after that before her whole body is tensing. Before her pussy is fluttering around my cock and then clamping down on it like a silken vice. I can barely move she’s so damned tight. She’s groaning my name.

It feels like heaven. I’m ashamed to say that I roar again. I think I might even pop a few scales on my chest. My eyes are tightly shut. I keep moving, keep feeling. So fucking good!

I realize that it happened again. This time I can’t use my chest wound as an excuse. I grab the knife and slice my bicep. The cut isn’t particularly deep or long. Blood wells and drips. I’m sure to keep moving.

Nia finally collapses onto the bed. She’s breathing hard.

I’m freaking the fuck out. What’s wrong with me? When a person has been a certain way their whole life, that becomes the norm. Even if a whole lot of things about them aren’t normal, those fucked up things become normal to them.

Cutting myself to come. Not just cutting, slashing. I usually have to rip into myself. Sometimes more than once. It’s bloody. It’s disgusting. It’s my normal.

This.

This right here is wrong. It’s just plain wrong.

I pull out of her. “I think you’re ready to go it alone,” I declare. My voice sounds weird.

She throws out a laugh, turning to me. Her eyes fill with concern when she sees all the blood dripping down my arm. “Are you okay?”

It’s nothing. Less than nothing. My skin should be ribbons. Most human women gag and run away. “I’m fine,” I grunt. I get off the bed. I go and fetch her a damp washcloth. “I’m hopping in the shower,” I mumble. “I won’t be long.”

She looks a little unsure. Like she did something wrong. It couldn’t be further from the truth, but I’m not going to tell her that. We need to find Gaire. We need to fight him now so that Nia can – hopefully – stand up to him. Then we need to go our separate ways. I need my normal to be restored. I need balance. I don’t like this. It makes me uneasy.

The door bangs shut behind me, and I start the shower.

16

Nia

I’m not sure what happened. One minute we were getting along just fine, and the next, Rage shuts down. Was it the sex? I thought the sex was great. We didn’t kiss. I didn’t try to look at him. I thought it went well. It was straightforward and purposeful. No feelings involved at all.

It’s not that I’m expecting candy and flowers, but he could stop scowling and maybe look at me once in a while. “Is everything okay?” I ask him. Mam always taught us that speaking up is always best. Assuming things can lead to misunderstandings.

He shrugs his big shoulders. “All good. You ready to go to breakfast?” His eyes are on the door.

I nod. “Yes.” I’ve just finished brushing my hair. The dress is a little snug around my boobs but looks great. This shade of pink works on my skin tone.

Rage has a clean shirt on. It’s gray with a logo on the front. It looks strange on him. He normally wears plain clothing. “Let’s get going, then. Tri keeps messaging me. They’re waiting for us.”

“Oh.” I touch a hand to my chest. “I didn’t know.”

“I’m not sure why, but he said we need to prepare ourselves.” He frowns.

“Maybe Twelve put on a big spread.”

Rage grunts. He’s taking long strides, putting himself slightly ahead of me. I don’t think he realizes he’s doing it. “I’m still full from last night.” I put a hand on my belly. “Although, I thought I might have worked up an appetite.” I bite back a goofy smile. Four orgasms. I had four orgasms. Oh. My. God!

Rage grunts again. He picks up the pace. It’s almost like he’s trying to get away from me.

His whole ‘one and done’ rule is obviously kicking in. “I’m sure we’ll find Gaire soon and put an end to him. Then I’ll be out of your hair, I swear.”

“I know.” He sounds gruff. “I’m sure…” The words die on his lips as we round the corner that leads to the dining room.

The table is long. Only one end is being used. Sitting at the head of the table is Hades. To his right is Twelve, and to his left