Or perhaps I’d kick him out and take over.
Zeph caught my gaze again, the knowing flicker in his green irises telling me he agreed with my plan. We didn’t even need to talk about it; he just knew.
Poor Aflora. Now she had three mates hungry for her dreams.
I pressed my lips against her temple, showing affection because I wanted to, then returned to my midnight lunch. “I’m glad to see you eating a healthy meal, Aflora,” I told her. “You’re going to need that energy later.”
“What?” she asked, her mouth full of dragon steak.
“For your dreams,” Zeph replied. He lifted his hand to draw his knuckles down her cheek. “And for your independent training tomorrow.”
She groaned, the sound going right to my cock. “Stay out of my head.”
“Never,” Zeph and I replied at the same time.
“Willow stumps,” she muttered to herself. Then she dug back into her meal, the argument forgotten.
Well, one thing was clear—I needed to order more dragon steak.
Chapter Fourteen
Aflora
Seven nights of sexual torment.
With no orgasms.
To say I hated my mates right now would be an understatement.
And they knew it, too, the three of them all watching from different corners of the yard with matching expressions of amusement. Even Zephyrus smirked, his lips reminding me of the way he’d held me down last night and devoured me to within an inch of my life.
Just to stop and wake me up seconds before I exploded.
I glared at him, not caring at all that he was in headmaster mode today.
Physical Training with No Magic. Yeah, I’d show him some physical training, all right.
That Shade and Kols had chosen to go shirtless for today’s sparring activities only added insult to injury. Because yeah, they looked good and they knew it. And while Zephyrus’s torso was covered, his arms were fully exposed in his sleeveless shirt. He made a show of stretching, his muscles bulging and inviting me to lick him.
I preferred it when I thought they all had betrayed me.
This was worse.
Much, much worse.
I was even starting to dream of some random guy with long white hair and silver-blue eyes. He at least let me come in those fantasies, which was how I knew I’d made him up. Because it hadn’t escaped my notice that his traits were the opposite of my mates’—clearly, my mind’s way of retaliating.
Tulip-burning willow stumps, I thought, glaring at the males in question. I hope you all fall into a burning thwomp.
“You okay?” Ella asked, appearing out of nowhere at my side. Or maybe she’d been there the entire time. As my focus was entirely on the eye candy across the yard, I couldn’t be sure.
“I’m fine,” I replied, my voice sharper than I intended.
“You sure? Because it sounded like you just growled at Zeph.”
“I probably did.” I’d been growling at him a lot lately.
“I thought you were getting along better,” Ella murmured. “You’ve all been studying a lot.”