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suspicious shit is happening in here.
I make a disappointed noise. “Oh, you’re into guys? That’s such a shame.” One of the soldiers chokes on his breath.
Because this is Draven Ryat. The Shadow of Death. Leader of the Black Dragon Clan. Commander of the Dread Legion and second only to the Empress and Emperor of the Iceheart Dynasty themselves.
Perhaps knitting since you’re so fond of pointy sticks.”
“You always act so soft-spoken around everyone else. Who knew that you had such a sharp tongue underneath all that fake submissiveness?”
“I simply do not waste them on insecure little boys like you.”
Because deep inside my stupid heart, I still want people to like me.
“Oh trust me, Shadow of Death, if I was really trying to seduce you, you would know.”
He has probably been looking forward to having me kneeling in front of him all morning.
I practically skip through the rest of the hallways after that. Goddess above, if I had known that saying what I actually think was this much fun, I would have started doing it years ago. A laugh bubbles in my chest. Mabona’s tits, that look on his face was priceless.
That tight iron fist around my heart squeezes harder. Other people have… made friends.
“That’s what you get for leaving me unsatisfied last night.” Then I wink and, at long last, escape right out the still unlocked door.
“Let’s just say that there are only two reasons to touch a dragon shifter’s wings. To inflict pain. Or pleasure.” My pulse thrums underneath his hand as he flexes his fingers around my throat. He angles his head slightly, and now his breath caresses the shell of my ear as he speaks. “So unless you plan to torture me or fuck me, can I suggest that you stop tracing your fingers over my wings like that.”
“The river is miles long,” Draven snaps back at me. “Which part of the river?” “The wet part!”
Because, back then, I was arrogant and cocky—” “As opposed to now?”
“Or I’m going to push you up against that rock wall and fuck you like you’re mine.”
“I’m not fucking kidding, Selena.” He keeps advancing while I keep retreating. “You have ten seconds to drop your gaze, or I swear to God, I’m going to fuck you until your legs give out and the only moans coming out of your mouth are my name. And then I’m going to keep fucking you until you will never be able to even think about touching another man because all you can think about is my hands on your body and all you can feel is my cock inside you.”
“Fuck,” he breathes, and it sounds like that word was ripped from the very depths of his soul.
“I wasn’t trying to sabotage you, little rebel. I was trying to save you. From this.”

