Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
She turned to face Dash. “You can hear him?”
“From anywhere in the world. Until he releases me.”
Her anger percolated. “You tell that dragon I want to talk to him about our…thing.” She couldn’t say the word egg. “Tonight. Here.”
“I’ll tell him,” he said, sounding annoyed.
“No, Dash. I mean it. He’d better come or—”
“Or what? He might look like a sweet little animal, but he’s a fierce, deadly predator who should be feared. This, coming from a demon. A cold, attention-sucking demon.”
Dash wasn’t cold. In fact, he seemed levelheaded, articulate, and calm. He also had incredible hip-thrust moves. “You’ve really never been with a woman?”
“No.”
“Why not?” she asked.
“Because I never wanted to.” He stepped closer and put his hand on her cheek. “Not until you.”
“Why me?” she asked.
“When you looked at me the first time, you saw right through my façade. You saw me. Behaving badly, yes, but you saw the real me.” He leaned down and kissed her softly.
The world stopped.
Jac’s entire body dissolved into a current of sensations—desire, heat, and something possibly more. Most of all, she wanted him for herself. He did not belong with Heebie.
“Thank you.” He gently pulled away and stared with an intensity that touched her heart.
“For what?”
“For giving me a delicious taste of something real.”
Had she just fed him with her kiss? That was…kind of sexy. “We’re going to fix this, Dash. He doesn’t own you, and I certainly won’t let him eat you.”
“I gave my word I would follow dragon tradition.” He looked down at his boots, his brows furrowed. “Last night was the cleansing ritual for my kind. We only perform it when it’s our time to go.”
“What?” she snapped.
“Heebie knows I am attracted to you, so he’s decided to end our arrangement. He sees a future with you.”
What! “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I didn’t want you to feel guilty.”
“Well, I don’t agree!” She stomped her foot.
“Do not get upset, Jac. Frankly, I’m tired of spending my life looking after a dragon.”
“Well, I’m not taking your place looking after him. As for you, Dash, you have to fight.” If not for her, then at least for himself.
“I am not afraid to die, but this does seem like a sick joke. I found you because of Heebie, and now he’ll end my life because he wants you for himself.” He looked over his shoulder. “I have to go.”
She watched him walk away, feeling completely floored. The absurdity of this situation just kept getting worse. It needed to end!
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“That’s the last of them!” Cimil locked up the back of the U-Haul and grinned, unable to hold in the overflowing joy.
Out of every plan she’d ever concocted in seventy thousand years, this would be her best! In total, she’d collected over a hundred eggs and one ton of scrotum nectar from inside the theater.
That amphitheater layout sure made it easy! Cimil had used a mini Zamboni to move the jizz globs and then sucked it all up with a wet vac after the dragonettes left.
True story. Dragons were terrible parents and split the moment the fertilization ritual was over. Probably why dragons are so few. And so mean! Abandonment issues.
But these little monsters in shells would be put to good use. Heebie had also left a slimy trail of dollops a mile long across Dallas! Minky was out there now with the street sweeper, grabbing what she could.
Cimil now had everything she needed to carry out her plan plus leftovers for a rainy day! Or sticky day. Muahahaha…
Cimil sighed happily and got into the truck. “Goodbye, Pink Pit of Pleasure. It was nice knowing ya!”
She pulled out her cell and dialed SBP headquarters. “Hey, it’s me. Get everything ready. I’m on my way. Viva la revolution!”
Damien woke with the worst headache in the world, which said a lot considering he was immortal. He must’ve consumed a case of scotch last night, though his intent had not been to party. It had been to dull the pain in his heart.
With Pet as the spokes-pervert, he and Sky had gotten into another yelling match over Sky’s decision to call it quits on life. He’d even urged her to talk to Cimil directly and strike a deal.
She’d said no.
In the end, he realized that Sky was ready to move on and let him go—let her family go, too, after they were rescued. He was the one still hanging on, unable to make peace with it. Not her. The argument ended back at square one. He would head home, fake his death, and SBP would free Amelia and Miguel. Sky would then cross over and disappear forever.
Damien’s phone vibrated on the nightstand, indicating there was a message from last night. He hit listen.
“Tailor, it is Votan. I received a very confusing voicemail from Belch. Call me back.”
Wonderful. What had Belch told him?