Page 114 of Eternally Rare
“It is custom here. Events are meant for royals and everyone else to get to know one another. We are equals here. Friends.”
“The way you are looking at that elf is anything but friendly.”
“That is because he is in love with Cailian.”
“And now he is dancing with Rarity? Do you think it is to piss you off?”
“Most definitely, but I won’t let it get to me.”
“The flames on your shoulders tell a different story.”
I slide my eyes to the right, then left, seeing that he is right. “Fuck,” I curse, patting them to extinguish the fire.
“Don’t worry, he didn’t notice.”
I cut my eyes to my new brother-in-law only to see him hiding his face behind his drink as he sips it.
“I don’t know why he bothers me so much.” I lean against the rail, my eyes trailing the two while they go down the steps to the dance floor.
They look good together, but they will never look as good as she and I intertwined.
“Maybe because he is a better male than you,” Alexander states.
I growl at him, debating on ripping his throat out where he stands.
He lifts a hand. “I don’t want to start a fight. You and I both know that he probably is the better choice. Fate didn’t think so. You should remember that.”
I grunt in response, liking how much he is making sense. I relax, letting the tension out of my wings. Still, while everyone is celebrating and having a good time, I remain in this spot as time ticks by. My eyes never leave my firebonds as they dance. One song turns to two, then three, and they are still dancing with the same partners.
Raiden dips Cailian, grinning at my firebond in a more flirtatious manner than I like. Taygen’s hands are too low around Rarity’s waist. Every motion, every spin across the dance floor, I follow them. Jealousy rages in my chest at every smile he pulls from her. My unhinged anger begins to pulse. My blood becomes unbearably hot.
His fingers drift down her arm in a yearnful caress. Their palms slide together, and I swear, there is a fucking sparkle in his eyes that I can see shimmer from here.
I push by Alexander, never taking my eyes off Rarity.
No one dares to say anything to me as I shove them out of my way if they are in my path. A few drinks spill on me. The sweet aroma of velvelore berries hits my nose as a wine glass shatters on the ground at my feet.
I don’t care.
The glass crunches under my shoes, my sights sliding to Cailian. A male has no business being so goddamn beautiful yet handsome all at once. He is every creature’s fantasy. I know Raiden would never cross any boundaries but not noticing Cailian’s beauty is impossible. He has to be affected by the ethereal power Cailian holds in his eyes.
Which firebond do I take away first? I want them both equally, but I don’t want to disrupt the party.
I’ll take Rarity, then Cailian, no one needs to worry about cleaning. I want both of my firebonds to smell of me when they are dancing with others. It will be the only way I will be able tofunction at this damn event. I haven’t decided if I want to punish Raiden for planning this yet or not. My mood is too unstable.
My hand grips the rail of the wide staircase that leads to the dance floor. My claws scrape against the iron, sparking embers and leaving silver scratches behind. Others step out of my way, staring at me while I descend, not paying attention to anyone as my eyes watch my firebonds drift around the dancefloor with males who aren’t me.
I’m not built for this. I don’t care what the custom is. I don’t care how much of a tradition it is, their touch, their smiles, the graceful steps of their feet, are mine.
Everything about them. Everything that makes them who they are. Every word spoken. Every breath taken.
Belongs. To. Me.
When I get to the bottom of the steps, I snag a glass of wine from a caterer, tossing the entire glass back before crushing it in my hands as a wave of fucking need embodies me. I drop the larger pieces on the platter, yet I stay in the shadows close to the wall, plucking the glass from my skin and tossing it on the floor.
A light trance takes over as I stare at them, smiling and carefree. They have no idea what is about to happen to them.
My scales begin to tighten and itch. My wings have the urge to spread and fly them out of here. My cock hardens, my thoughts focused only on sex and driving into my firebonds. The thought of my come dripping down their thighs while they dance has me rolling my shoulders, a snarl licking my teeth.