Warriors of Wind and Ash (Merciless Dragons, #2)

by Rebecca F. Kenney

The man in the front room is humming, and I’m immediately reminded of Serylla. I wonder if she’s singing her annoying song for her new captor. At the thought, my body heats with possessive jealousy. That horrible, repetitive tune is our song, and she had better not be sharing it with the King of Vohrain.

Maybe I’ll carve it into a butt plug for you. That way, when I’m fucking you, he’ll be there too.”

Wut

“Even if she hated me, I would save her,” I say quietly. “Even if she had sworn to crack my ribs open and claw out my heart upon our next meeting, still I would traverse oceans and mountain ranges for her, fly through a forest of voratrice tongues, brave the

Mordvorren itself if I could spare her from pain.”

“It’s not a problem.” I almost laugh. He has no idea that I’ve pissed in a dragon’s nest, smeared myself in dragon-shit to conceal my scent from my captor, and pushed dragon eggs out of my vagina. I do what I must to survive.

“One more thing,” I say softly. “Just so we’re both very clear on this point. You love me. And I love you back.” He

“From this day on, your only title is ‘Queen,’ and I am your captive. My place is wherever you are. My will, my future, and my body are yours.”