A Kingdom of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 3)

Gush after endless gush of power battered Mr. Baritone, pounded against him, sliced his skin and pummeled his ribs. Still, Nyfain sent more, his dragon joining the show, turbulent and wild, as they pummeled this other alpha to prove their dominance.

Mr. Baritone seized up, his fists locked in a hard grip around my upper arms. Sweat broke out on his face. His eyebrows stitched together. His eyes kept increasing in size, fully rounded and a little panicked. He’d had no idea what he was messing with.

“Let go,” I said, loud enough for everyone to hear. I stuffed magic into the command.

Mr. Baritone didn’t struggle with the command like Nyfain always did. He didn’t make me wonder whether he would ignore me.

No, his fingers peeled away almost immediately, and he dropped his arms at his sides.

“Step away,” I said, making that command a bit spicy. It would race down his spine violently and tingle his balls uncomfortably.

He took two halting steps, giving me space. His chest rose and fell quickly, and his eyes had taken on a wild edge. Accustomed to being the dominator, Mr. Baritone was now being dominated.

“Submit,” I told him, my dragon right near the surface, riding me hard to make a statement. I could feel Nyfain’s dragon through the bond, pumping in more power, wanting to make a statement just as much as my dragon did.

Mr. Baritone stared at me but didn’t act or comment.

Tell him to kneel, my dragon thought. Saying he’s submitting won’t be enough. Not after the way he manhandled you. Make him kneel, and make sure you don’t have to tell him twice. You’ve already fucked up, allowing him to resist your first command—you need to make this one count.

That seemed a little extreme, but this wasn’t some milquetoast human interaction. There were dragons in the mix, and they were crazy.

I summoned the power. I straightened my body. If there had been any pain left over from the whipping earlier, there was no way in hell I’d feel it with all this power running through me.

“Kneel,” I barked, giving the command everything I had.

My dragon made an ohhhhmmm kinda thought, which typically meant she’d fucked up somehow, and the entire dungeon of people crashed down onto their knees. A few cried out in pain, busting their kneecaps in the process. Some tipped forward with the blow, landing on their faces.

Nyfain’s dragon swelled in pride, which was a pretty solid tip-off that I’d gone too far.

Too much power, my dragon thought. You were supposed to make them, not force them.

What the fuck is the difference? I thought-shouted at her.

She retreated, slinking away and leaving me to deal with the fallout. What a shithead.

“Damn it,” I muttered, facing the other shifters, all of whom looked up at me with wary and/or pain-filled eyes. “Sorry, everyone. Sorry! Honestly, my dragon has been suppressed most of my life. I’ve never even shifted! Remember me saying that? It’s true. The only reason I know she’s a dragon is because Nyfain, the prince of Wyvern, is my true mate. We have a bond, and his dragon and my dragon are a couple of real assholes. I’m serious. They said to make a statement and…sorry.”

“It can’t be true,” Tamara said softly, her gaze rooted to me. “It can’t be true.”

“You can smell me now, right? You know it’s true.”

“But…” Another woman with a gap in her teeth blinked at me, intense longing in her eyes. “The curse. If…”

I pointed at her. Clearly Dolion had only lifted the magical gag from Nyfain. “You have the magical gag, right?” She nodded. “I don’t, because I was born in one of the villages. I’m common. Basically, as a sum-up…” I glanced at the stairs and licked my lips. I doubted anyone was listening…but still. I continued in an undertone. “The curse hasn’t been broken, but the suppression has been lifted. If you are from Wyvern, I can give you access to your dragon. Or…I probably just did. But since the curse is still in effect, it might hinder your ability to shift.”

“So that’s what that feeling was,” someone muttered. “It felt like something magical had shifted or changed, but I couldn’t figure out what.”

“The prince had his wings shorn off,” said a man with a large forehead and pointy chin.

“Yes, exactly,” I said. “It doesn’t matter anyway, because if you shifted, they’d just kill you. It’s better if you keep all of this to yourself and relish in being with your dragon again. Unless your dragon is an asshole like mine, and then…sorry about the return to drama.”

You’re just as much of an asshole, my dragon thought.

Not even possible.

“He’s your true mate, but you didn’t…” Tamara bent her head a little, willing me to finish the sentence.

“Imprint? No. The curse hasn’t been broken.” I showed her my teeth, not sure how much to say. “The demons took me away before it could happen.” Close enough and mostly true.