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‘It is like that. There isn’t much else to say. The Fae are the enemy, and we need to make sure those riders are saved,’ Zilon added in softly.

I huffed out a breath and crossed my arms, not saying anything as they shifted back into their human forms. It felt like they had no interest in listening to me. They made their decisions, and apparently, my input didn’t matter.

That rankled me even more, and I couldn’t help but think of some of the things the Fae had said. Dragons felt entitled, like they were the boss. But in relationships, it should be a two-way street. That was how I saw it growing up with my parents. While my dad was “in charge,” my mom always had a voice, and he listened to her input.

That was how a relationship should work.

So why weren’t they listening to me?

It took a lot of work to hold onto that irritation as they went back into their humanoid forms, and I went into drooling mode. Somehow, I managed to nab the three hottest dragons in existence. As they stood before me naked, I wanted so desperately to touch them, draw comfort from them, and deepen our bonds more. My body began aching for them. Their well-defined abdomens, broad chests, and flexing muscles as they moved didn’t help one bit.

Instantly, I was drawn to Philit.

Everything about him screamed Alpha. He was a tall, black man with buzzed-cut hair and intense blue eyes that matched his dragon so well. His scales were a bit more extensive than the other two, wrapping around his shoulders and back, traveling down to nearly his elbows, and glinting like blue gems in the light.

Then, there was Landers, the rich boy who screamed troublemaker, and he really was. The tallest of the three but thinner too. He cared about his appearance, and even now, he was still clean-shaven. His hair was a little longer but not unkempt. Any disarray in his hair was because he wanted it there, even after shifting back from a dragon. Landers shook out his wings before they curled up against his back.

That left Zilon, still stretching his wings out as he joined the other two. He was slightly shorter than the others, but his build was on the beefier side, not quite as big as Philit. Still impressive physique. He was always reserved—quieter—the one more likely to hang back and watch before making decisions. He did that now as he watched all of us with a small frown, his green eyes intense, like two gems glittering in his eye sockets. They always entranced me.

I looked away, unwilling to get lost in his eyes at that moment.

And I ended up getting a beautiful view of their cocks, dangling between their legs, except Landers. He already had a hard-on, his cock poking out: long, thick, and way too tempting. The two heads glistened with precum, bobbing as he moved.

Temptation spread before me, and after a week of being without them, I had to admit, I wanted to jump them. I wanted to be fucked into oblivion, to feel them against me, pumping inside of me. Locked inside of me.

But they weren’t listening to me. I bit the inside of my cheek and managed to keep my arms crossed over my chest to remain as standoffish as I could. Forcing my gaze up to their faces, I tried to fight temptation. Landers’s knowing smirk only made me angrier.

“You’re mad at us? Why?” Philit asked, finally picking up on my mood.

“You aren’t listening to me,” I snapped out.

“About what?” Landers asked. “About the bullshit that the Fae fed you. I hate to break it to you, but they’re only brainwashing you.”

“That isn’t what it was about,” I said, dropping my fists to my sides. “If you’d give me a chance to explain, I will.”

“They took you!” Landers bellowed enough to send birds scurrying away in squawks as they took flight.

“No, the dragon king took me. Helockedme in a dungeon.”

“And we were going to get you out. We were almost there, but that bitch got you first,” Zilon said. “We almost had you back, and then you were just gone. We were left to deal with the aftermath of your escape.”

I grimaced as I realized what he was saying.

“Did they hurt you?” I asked in a low voice.

“No,” Philit said a little too fast, and even the bond between us hummed with the lie.

“Not too badly. We were able to strike a deal before it got unbearable,” Zilon said, quickly explaining.

“Find the Fae, and they’d forgive you?” I asked.

“Basically,” Philit answered. “We use our bond to find you and in turn find them. We get you back, and we’re free. They will let us go.”

“You can’t really believe that, can you? After everything they have done to us.”

Their silence was enough to tell me everything. They had been up against a wall, and my disappearance hadn’t helped them. Guilt gnawed at me.

“It’s the opportunity we were given. Our only choice,” Zilon finally answered.


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