Brishor gripped Chezzal’s thigh beneath the table as his eyes became wide. The girl in front of them was… beautiful, no, ethereal. His throat bobbed when he heard the thundering beats of her heart. His chest was gripped in a vise-like feel, as he sensed her fear. He rapidly tried to decipher what she was afraid of, but then his gaze dropped to the slit on the side of her lips. Her scent—of flowers, of jacaranda wrapped in lemon and fire, hit him with full force.
—Mine—
He could feel the bond, the chain, the link that tethered him to her. Before he could do anything, Chezzal rose to his feet. He stared at her as the girl held a large folder in her hands, looking fearfully at the man and then at Duke Alburn. She seemed to tremble, her skin was flushed and her face pale. Her deep auburn hair was tied in a loose braid and some strands came out. Those winter gray eyes lifted to meet Brishor’s gaze. His world tilted on its axis and then started spinning… rapidly. Her dress made from a rough material was hanging over her petite frame. The need to remove it and feel her creamy skin with his calloused fingers, was too strong to be denied. His body became taut as a bow string with tension surging through him. Her gaze went to Chezzal, who had the same effect.
—She is ours—
It was apparent that she hadn’t sensed them as her mate. She was a human. But that didn’t matter to both the dragons, for the girl was theirs, for her fate was sealed.
“What are you doing?” Alburn growled at her when a paper slipped from her hands and dropped to the ground. In confusion she bent down to retrieve it when the rest of the papers also fell from her grip. They scattered everywhere much to her chagrin. “You bloody idiot! You have messed the entire sequence!” Alburn snarled. He got up to collect the paper. The man beside them gripped the upper arm of the girl and turned her to face him. He raised his hand to slap her.
Brishor leapt across the table, with things in between falling, in a split second and curled his hands around the man’s throat in a tight grip, the tattoos on his body glowing. The guards and others in the room rushed to them to stop the dragon king, but Chezzal had his sword out of the sheath and was standing in front of all of them as jade-colored scales rippled on his arm and settled. The man whom Brishor held was struggling as his feet dangled in the air. He had held Brishor’s wrist with both his hands but couldn’t dislodge it.
They saw the girl stumbling back, with more fear in her eyes. But she couldn’t go anywhere because a guard shoved her in front of Duke Alburn. The duke caught her by the braid, which he curled around his hand. His guards took a step towards them with their swords and spears out. They converged around them.
“King Brishor,” Alburn said as his voice dropped low. “Don’t tell me you are against slavery. I heard that you have many servants in your kingdom.” He pulled the girl’s hair and a fierce growl emanated from Chezzal as Meryl whimpered in pain.
Her knees wobbled and her lips quivered. “Please Master… leave me…” she said in a shaky voice.
Alburn let out a laugh and pulled her more. His lips curled, baring his teeth. “See what I do to her. This one belongs to me and if you dare to take her or interfere in my work, consider this meeting a failure.”
“Leave her!” Brishor’s lethal voice boomed in the meeting hall. All the guards stopped in their tracks.
The guard standing close to the duke and the girl, swirled his blade around, as if challenging them. And Brishor knew that this was not going to go easy. His eyes met Chezzal’s and in the next moment, chaos descended in the room. Other men screamed as they darted out of the meeting hall. The soldiers flung their swords at Chezzal and Brishor. Alburn pulled the girl out of the room, but Brishor sent a jolt of magic from his hand and bolted the door shut. Alburn hissed and turned his direction to another exit.
Brishor’s grip tightened on the man who dropped dead on the floor. The girl screamed when she saw him dropping dead just like that.
Chezzal sliced his blade through the guards as he made his way to her, leaving a trail of dead or wounded behind him. Soon he reached the duke. “My king said to leave her. You should have left her,” he sneered. His sword went straight to his throat.
The next second Alburn’s dagger was on the girl’s back, near her heart. “If you move a finger as much, she dies. I know what she is to you. Believe me I will have fun killing her and then blaming you for the failure of the treaty between humans and the Loreans.” He took a step back carefully, still gripping her hair.
Meryl’s gaze flickered across the three men who were around her. She didn’t know why the two wanted to save her and why Alburn wanted to kill her. What did he mean by saying what she meant to them? Her body was weakening by the minute. Fever had kicked in and it was burning her skin. On top of that the pain Alburn was inflicting on her. His dagger had penetrated her flesh. Blood trickled down her back. “Ah!” she gasped. She was so emotionally and physically drained, that she was slowly losing consciousness. Yet she managed to stay awake. Tears trickled down her eyes.
“You won’t do anything like that,” snarled Brishor, when Alburn bumped into his broad chest while stepping back. Brishor pulled his sword across Alburn’s neck. Her tears affected him at a basic level. It tore his heart
The duke stilled as the dragon king’s sword poked in his flesh.
“If you like, I can kill you right here and declare that the treaty failed because of you,” said Brishor as a threat. “However, if you want this peril to be settled, leave her.”
Alburn chuckled. “Settled?” he glanced at the mayhem around them, and at the bodies lying dead on the floor. Slowly, he unwound the girl’s hair from his hand and removed his dagger, shoving her away from him. “I think it just began,” he sneered.
Meryl swayed and was about to fall when in a heartbeat Brishor instantly grabbed her and scooped her in his arms, his fingers curling around her possessively.
“You are going to pay for this heavily!” Alburn warned. “This girl is in my debt and needs to stay in my mansion till she pays her debt. So, if you take her, then you better understand that I will take it personally.” “I don’t care!” replied Brishor as his lips curled in disgust. “We are leaving from here at this instant. I don’t care if the talks fail, but you don’t touch the hair of that girl, because if you do, then I am going to rip that rutting head of yours. Do you understand?” Alburn shot a dark glare at Meryl and the to Chezzal. While Meryl was looking like a lamb between three massive giants, her eyes wide with fear and her skin flushed, the two dragons looked too fierce to be countered. This was not the time to discuss further. He had to take this up when there were no threats hanging on his head. He was going to stir so much noise that
Meryl’s lungs were full of cold air when the dragon soared high. To say that she was petrified, was an understatement. She was panicking. Her head spun with fear and desperation, her gaze shooting to the earth below.“Don’t look down,” the man’s voice came in a cool, relaxed manner, in order to soothe her. “And don’t worry, I will never let you fall.”She wanted to ask something but words stuck in her throat. Cool gusts of air whipped her hair and clothes billowed around them, but the man behind her held her close to him and clutched his large hand in front of her cloak. He held the spike of the dragon with one hand, circling around her waist and with the other he protected her against the wind. When her body began to shake, he said, “Relax, Meryl.”
Brishor set her on foot when they arrived in his bedchamber. It had been a long time since he had come to his bedchamber because the last few days he had spent with Chezzal. He had been extremely anxious about the meeting with Alburn. Now the talks had fallen completely and he should have been more anxious, but the mere nearness, the rich scent of jacaranda and lemon wrapped in fire of his mate, alleviated all his anxieties. He felt this sudden calm. His world that was upside down from a long time, felt like it had fallen into place. A shaky breath left him when she moved away from her on the plush carpet, as he already missed her warmth in his arms. Chezzal moved closer to him while watching their mate, mesmerized, stunned as disbelief rolled off him. A chance encounter brought them to their mate. Their eyes followed Meryl’s movement. She was looking around with wide eyes, taking everything in, tak
Her heart pounded as adrenalin shot in her body like fire. Shock flooded her and she instantly got up removing the bulky arms of the two dragons who were lying next to her. She removed the fur from her and scrambled towards the foot of the bed, clutching the bed sheet around her. Behind her the sheets rustled and furs moved and she knew that the two dragons had woken up. But none of them moved closer to her or tried to stop her. Meryl hurriedly scooted to the edge of the bed and when she felt she was far away from them, she whipped her head towards them. While Chezzal had sit down, watching her like a hawk, Brishor had cradled his head on his arms that he had folded behind him and watched her intently with his pine green eyes. His intense stare made her heart beat chaotically. Her gaze slid to Chezzal and she could feel his overwhelming power that radiated off him like second nature. Both had dark t
Meryl’s lips parted. “What do you mean, I am yours?” she asked, baffled, as her gaze darted between the Brishor and Chezzal.“I will answer your question when the time is right. For now, you should think about how to settle here and make yourself at home,” said Brishor, leaving her.Meryl wanted to object to him, but before she could say another word, he said, “You are a part of my kingdom now, so you better get used to the idea.” She swallowed her saliva thinking that she was going to be forever stuck here, without her consent? She bit back a whimper that threatened to rise in her throat because her eyes were burning with unshed tears. A thousand questions flitted through her mind. “You are only going to be happy here, Meryl,” he added.“
Meryl was in the bedchamber and walked to the bed where she sat stiffly. She picked up a book from the bedside table, which had text on ancient symbols and started reading it as though it was the best thing to do in the world. She tucked her legs beneath her, pulled up a comforter and lowered her head to understand what was in there, little realizing that she was holding it upside down. Brishor and Chezzal glanced at her and then they went to take a bath together with a smirk.They came soon outside, with towels wrapped on their waists, and Meryl was only scandalized in their presence, her cheeks heated like a thousand suns. She did her best to stifle her moan and the wetness that was developing in between her thighs. Brishor came and sat in front of her. He took her book away, closed it and tossed it aside. Then he said, “Meryl, can we talk?” Seeing her soothed his tumultuous thoughts. H
Meryl arched her body to give more access to Brishor. She didn’t know why she was doing it, but her need to be touched was only growing stronger by the second. Was it some sort of magic?Brishor continued to knead her breasts while she threaded her fingers in Chezzal’s hair and gripped them hard, as she watched him in between her thighs, as she felt his tongue’s strokes on her labia. It was an absolute pleasure. A groan sounded and to her mortification it was hers.Chezzal sucked her clit and then flicked it alternatively. Then he licked her all the way down to her core. He took her pink folds in his mouth and sucked them slowly, almost like torture. She bucked her hips out of need for him to take more. Meryl’s mind was blanketed by thoughts of taking the two dragons in her, over her. Chezzal groaned against her core. He graz
Chezzal’s face was buried in her back and he was kissing her skin lightly over there. She shuddered next to him and he steadied her by wrapping his hand around her tightly. Oh, gods, they found their third mate. They had succeeded. And now no one could snatch her away from them. All that his mind was thinking was that he would never lose her. Ever. In fact, he wasn’t thinking about it, he was feeling it. All of a sudden, he felt that the chest in his mind that was locked for hundreds of years had been unlocked and emotions that were worth of that many years poured in. There were so many memories of both him and Brishor feeling hollowness and sometimes having nightmares—but now everything was replaced with wonderful dreams and hopefulness. He was now needing and wanting and he thought he had fallen in love with his mate irrevocably. “We have to go for lunch,” Chezzal said softly against her skin. He didn’t want to go