Her Dragon King (Her Dragon King Duet 2)

I had known when I felt her emotions that night at the window that this could be a possibility. But I hadn’t dared to test it. I hadn’t wanted to let her in for risk of what she might find out…

Apparently, Other Damianos hadn’t been nearly as circumspect. But perhaps, this is something I can use to my advantage.

Without giving her any warning, I push into her mind with all of my effort. “You will let me out of these chains. You will show me to my hatchling. And we will all away from this place.”

She merely narrows her eyes at me. “Are you trying to—what did Other You call it? God speak me?”

Yes, I had been. But obviously it hadn’t worked. I avert my eyes, ashamed by my impotence…at least above the waist.

“So this is your response to wanting me?” she asks with a shake of her head. “Trying to brainwash me into letting you go? He never tried that with me. Not even once.”

I do not have to inquire about the “he” to whom she refers.

“He was much weaker than I am,” I answer, through clenched teeth. “At least mentally.”

“No, actually…I don’t think he was.” She reaches down and begins lazily stroking both of my cocks. And they immediately begin to drool seed inside her erotic grip. It would seem in this much weakened state, I have little control over my body. At least when it comes to her. But it is different this time. The leisurely pace at which she strokes me isn’t enough.

“Faster,” I bite out.

“Try asking me nicely,” she says over our bond, raising her eyes to stare into mine. “That’s what he did…how he broke me.”

I want to break her. To tame her. To possess her. To make her mine in every way. I want that more than anything. But what she is suggesting makes no sense.

“All you have to do is say please.”

The previously never spoken word nearly rises to my lips—but no, I cannot let her best me. I re-clench my teeth and remind myself that I am the King of Drakkon.

“You will unchain me!” I push into her head with even more force than before. Then I look her directly in the eyes as I command, “You will bring my hatchling to me, and we will—”

She lets go of my cocks and rises from the bed before I can finish my god speech. “Okay, looks like you and the Wonder Twins are blue ballin’ it tonight. Have fun with that.”

“No, you will not leave me here like this, you crude she-wolf!” I call after her, yanking at my shackles. “You will not—”

I cut off when she departs from the room, the door sliding shut behind her.

She is gone, and I am not strong enough yet to escape my binds. Though, as gladiators in leather skirts clash on the wall screen, my body thrashes uncontrollably. Straining against my chains, I know no sense, only need. Only the wanting.

She is my madness.

She is my weakness.

And I am not certain either my mind or my body can withstand another round against her.

Chapter Six

“Hey, Triple D, you ready for another round?” Ola asks when she comes through the door with her two pots the following night.

Interesting. She recognizes our exchanges for what they are. Nothing short of battle. Also… “Why are you calling me Triple D?”

“Well, both of you complained about my crude language, so I figured you’d appreciate Triple D better than Double Dick Dragon.” She clicks her teeth proudly and grins at me. “Like that alliteration? Came up with it all by myself.”

“No, I do not like that alliteration. Or the name. You may call me by my given title, King of Drakkon, or Anos if you must resort to a nickname.”

The snarky expression suddenly falls away. “How about Reverence?” she asks, her voice soft. “Can I call you that?”

My flame doesn’t just still this time, it extinguishes completely. Then roars back to life with just the thought of being called that by the mother of my hatchling.

“All you have to do is say please.”

The words pushing into my head without warning yank me back to reality. And the soft smirk she now wears reminds me how dangerous it is to fantasize about such things.

“Please is a ridiculous word,” I answer, close to hissing even though my tongue is capped. “Made up by you upright primates to mask all of your absolute hierarchies—”

“Yeah, Other You told me he used to believe that too until he realized how perfectly please and thank you paired with Reverence.”

That is…absolutely true, I realize when I can come up with no good retort.

I settle for reminding her, “I am not him. No matter what he claimed.” While reminding myself that I am not nearly as weak as the drakkon who held me captive for nearly three months.