Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
“How do you even know that word?” Luka protested.
“Nikki, who else? Don’t distract me. This chucklefuck screwed up the design so badly that we didn’t wake when we were supposed to. How can you not account for lightning dragon magic when you’re going to be fucking sleeping right next to them?”
With his fingers still dug into Irany’s shoulders, he looked over at his dragons, who were smiling at him like he was being ridiculously cute. Did they not understand he was a dangerous man with a hex? He could hex with the best. Boils were his specialty.
Irany deserved it, too. Then again, if he hexed him now, he would not be able to help Amaru. Dammit, he couldn’t win today.
A little sigh slipped out and his shoulders slumped. “I have a right to be upset about this. Five hundred years! I missed five hundred years of sexy times! Of morning cuddles, and dragon flights, and being able to pamper my mates, and argghhhhhh.” He shook Irany one more time before releasing him.
Irany’s limp body flopped back down on the stone. But no sooner did his back hit the surface than Irany was flying upright again on a harsh gasp of air, his dark brown eyes popping open.
Amaru screamed and tried to leap up, but he tripped over Irany and landed less than gracefully in Vasily’s waiting arms. Exactly where he wanted to be.
“What? Where? A-A-Amaru? What’s going on?” Irany stammered. He rubbed his eyes and looked around the cave filled with dragons and mages in weird clothes that he most definitely didn’t recognize.
“Finally!” Amaru jabbed one finger at a very confused Irany while wrapping his free arm around Vasily’s neck. “It’s your turn to deal with this mess. I’m running off for hot sex with my mates!”
Irany still looked at him with that very annoying blank expression. “Huh?”
“Figure it out, Irany. I am done cleaning up your mess. Whatever happens next, do NOT call me. I can promise you I will be very, very busy.”
Vasily was still reeling from Irany waking up when Amaru wrapped both arms around his neck and planted a hard, demanding kiss on his lips. He struggled to catch up and actually kiss his mage back when Amaru pulled away and declared in a loud voice, “Mates.”
“Yes,” Vasily whispered in choked relief while his dragon roared in his ears. Relief was not a strong enough word. It felt like his soul shivered with joy, almost like it purred. Finally, finally he did not have to worry about how to tell Amaru. He did not have to worry about losing Luka. For the first time in his life, everything had clicked into place.
Amaru released one arm and leaned out to snag Luka by the collar. He dragged the other dragon close and gave him the same hard kiss. Though, Luka at least looked like he was expecting it and managed to participate.
“Mates!” Amaru announced a second time when he ended the kiss.
“Yes,” Luka replied with a brilliant smile. In that moment he was breathtaking in his joy.
But Amaru wasn’t finished yet. With a hand tangled in both his and Luka’s hair, he forced Luka and Vasily together as he again repeated, “Mates!” It was hands down the best worst kiss of his life. Their lips were crushed awkwardly together and their teeth clacked against each other because they were both laughing.
“There! We’re all mates. Now stop trying to run away from me!” Amaru might have sounded like he was complaining, but every word was said with a huge smile.
Luka reached up and lightly caressed Amaru’s face, leaving his palm against the mage’s cheek for him to snuggle. “Yes, we’re both your mates, and we are never letting you go. I swear. The same way I will never let go of Vasily.”
Vasily’s throat tightened and he had to clear it a couple of times to get just a few words out. “Same, my love. Same. I never want to be without you and Amaru for the rest of my days.”
Amaru laughed brightly and hugged them both. “We are definitely talking more about this later. I want to make sure we are all on the same page. I don’t want any more misunderstandings—”
Irany roared something, breaking into their impromptu love fest.
“Shit,” Amaru muttered.
“What did he say?” Luka asked.
“Oh! That’s right! He doesn’t have a translation amulet. He wants to know what’s going on.” Amaru wiggled until Vasily placed him on his feet again. The little mage skipped behind Vasily and dug into the waterproof bag hanging off his shoulder. Amaru made a little noise of triumph and held up another translation amulet before jogging over to Irany.
“Here. This is so you can understand them and they can understand you,” Amaru explained as he slipped it over Irany’s head.
“Yes. Okay. But who are they? What’s going on? How—”