Page 83 of Eternally Rare
It is on the tip of my tongue to tell them I love them, to admit to Cailian that I have somehow fallen more in love with him; that it has surpassed the centuries of hate I’ve bottled up inside. I want to tell Rarity that she saved me from becoming a darker version of myself, that her love rescued me from swimming in the fires of hate.
I can’t tell her I love her without telling Cailian. I don’t want to see the pain on his face, thinking I am rejecting him. I’m not ready to tell him how I feel because I’m not ready to accept that I love the man who took my father from me.
And I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for that.
“It is so beautiful here,” Rarity says, cutting through my depressing thoughts.
She stops in the middle of the walkway, snow up to her ankles, and hiding the heels she is wearing. As if she can read my mind, Rarity bends over, and takes her shoes off, holding them in her left hand.
“The snow feels so good. It’s like… It’s…” she tries to find the words as she wiggles her toes in the snow.
Even her toes are fucking sexy.
I growl, rolling my neck over my shoulders when my cock takes notice of her damn feet. Their heats must be coming soon because I feel like I’m about to enter a rut. Every move they make right now sends me over the edge. I want to slam Cailian on his stomach and fill his ass, fucking him until he screams for help and his guards rush to his aid, only for me to burn them alive for daring to take him away from me.
I want to fuck Rarity’s cunt with my tail, preparing her, stretching her wide for my knot. I want to see her stomach swell, my seed locked into her womb, and I want her to carry my children.
Needing a moment to breathe, I give the two gorgeous, breathtaking, stunning firebonds my back. The air escaping my lungs is a frozen cloud with every exhale. My lungs feel the slight sting of the cold weather, but not as brutal as it used to be.
I squeeze my cock until a sharp pain has me releasing and my erection deflates.
“It’s healing, is it not?” Cailian asks her.
Even his voice is causing me to lose control. Now every breath is laced with a growl as I try to control myself. All I want to do is fuck them all day, all night, until they are mindless and tired. I want them to be unable to speak full sentences as they take my cock.
“My Love?” Rarity’s sweet, gentle voice wraps around me, not helping my fucking problem at all.
Her hand caresses my arm, his silky fingers stroking my scales and I have to hold my breath while closing my eyes.
“Nyx, are you okay?” she asks, taking my hand in hers.
“Dove, you seem unwell. Your scales are very bright right now.”
A sign I am close to being in a rut. I give it a few more days before I have them locked in my room and drowning in my come.
Cailian slides his hand down my spine, and I shiver, his touch innocent yet electric.
“This is going to sound bad and please do not take it that way, but if we are to make it through the day, introducing Rarity to everyone and showing her the kingdoms, I need you two not to touch me for a few hours. Possibly the rest of the day.”
I take another deep breath to calm the fire brewing in my chest, wanting to purge itself from sexual frustration.
I see the light go out of their eyes. The happiness that was there just moments ago has retreated into their laugh lines around their lips.
“Of course,” Cailian states, looking away to stare at the wintery slush on the sidewalk.
“Sure. Whatever you want. Wouldn’t want you disgusted with us or anything,” Rarity mumbles under her breath, taking Cailian’s hand.
My firebonds begin to walk in front of me, leaving to head toward the village. It begins to snow, a slight irritant to my dragon. Spreading my wings, I leap into the air and fly through the cold, the snowflakes hitting my cheeks. I land in front of the pair and lose my damn temper.
I whip my arms out, taking each of my firebonds by the throat, and with my wings, fly them to the nearest tree. Their backsthud against the thick trunk, the vibrations of the force shake the snow from the heavily weighted branches. All the trees are hidden within cloaks of snow. That is why it is called the frosted forest. Nothing can be seen except acres of white.
Rarity flashes her fangs at me, her eyes bleeding to red in fury from being taken by surprise.
“You think I don’t want your touch? My firebonds get themselves in trouble, I see.” My forked tongue flicks out, tasting their confusion, lust, and… what is that?
A tiny dose of fear.
My eyes roll to the back of my head from how fucking good it tastes across my tongue, sending me that much closer to a rut.