Page 59 of Eternally Rare

“How so?” he asks.

“I loved your father. He was my best friend. He was my everything. I looked forward to seeing him every day. Some days, the only good that came from them was if I saw his face.”

A growl cutting through the tension has my skin arise in small dots. The hair on the back of my neck stands on its ends, and the familiar slither travels up my spine as his tail wraps around my neck. Nyx’s chest is against my back.

The heat from his body nearly makes me melt. His hands slide down my arms, pinning me against the railing as his fingers interlace with mine. The incense of smoke has me inhaling the harsh brimstone. I enjoy it. I want it to fill my lungs, turn them black, and let it be the death of me if he chooses.

“Were you lovers?” he asks, his jealousy potent in the breath he exhales.

“What if we were?” I taunt him, wanting more of his possessive nature, wanting more of his need for me, no matter how fleeting it is.

He yanks my neck to the side with the hold he has on me. “Then if he were alive, I would have to debate if I would need to kill him myself.”

A shiver works its way through my body. “No, we were not lovers. We were best friends. I was drawn to him and now I know why.”

“Because of me,” he explains.

I nod the best I can with the grip he has on me.

He leans in closer, snarling his fangs at me. “Do not entice jealousy from me, Little Elf. It will not end well for you.”

“Why would you be jealous? You would have to care. And you do not, remember?”

“I care more than I should. More than I want to. Right now, I’m blaming it on the bond. If I kill you like I’ve dreamed of doing a thousand times, it will kill me and Rarity. I won’t do that to her.”

“If it were not for her, would you try to kill me again?”

His nose travels up my neck, a warm sigh ghosting over my cheek. “I have my tail wrapped around your neck. I could snap it. All my pain and suffering are in my grasp. To end it all, one quick twist, and you would be gone.” His lips burden the side of my mouth, teasing my lips for a kiss. “But then I feel your pulse beating against my tail, reminding me that the heart inside you was meant to be mine, destined, and no matter how much I hate you, I can’t kill what fate made for me. It also means hating you is too exhausting, hating you is killing me, wanting you is hurting me, yet needing you is the only thing that makes sense to me.”

My eyes roll to the back of my head as his hands rub down my body, cupping my cock.

“Yet the thought of loving you makes me sick.” He shoves me away, unwrapping his tail from around my neck, and I hear the whoosh of his wings spreading.

The bond confirms his feelings. I can feel the waves of unease. Instead of going to him like I want, I spin around and lean against the rail.

He presses his hands against his eyes. “This isn’t what I wanted. I never wanted you.” When he drops his hand, his watery eyes cut through the dark to meet mine. “Now I’ve had you. I’ve had Rarity. Eventually, we will be a family. She will get pregnant, you will get pregnant, and I have to be here for that. I can’t… I can’t deny myself.”

“I won’t get pregnant. I can make sure of that. We have elven herbs my witch can brew—”

His snarl cuts me off and his tail whips out, cracking through the air as it wraps around my waist, yanking me across the balcony to where he is standing. The breath leaves my lungs in a whoosh when we collide, and I am left staring into his fiery eyes.Twin flames dance in his pupils, towers of smoke breeze from his nostrils, and fire licks his lips.

“You. Will. Not. Dare.”

“If it is easier for you to be with us for Rarity, then that is what I will do. I know dragons can change the anatomy of their male partners, but—”

He snarls, his wings reaching for the stars. “Your womb is mine, Little Elf. You’ll hold every fucking drop of my come. If I ever find out you altered your body taking birth control, I will burn this ice castle to the ground, chain you to my bed, and find a potion that will undo the damage. I will fuck you and Rarity, taking my turns in your slutty holes until I can scent my child inside the both of you. You will not deny me what Fate wants.”

“I do not need to deny you when I am giving you all of me.”

“Hmm.” He tilts his head and backs away. “Not all.”

“Kiss him.”

We turn our heads to see Rarity standing naked in the doorway, rubbing her eyes of sleep.

“What was that, Darling Jewel?” Nyx asks.

“Kiss him,” she repeats herself, stepping out onto the balcony for all to see.