seen it in mates who hadn’t been joined yet—it was common in them—but he wasn’t marked. He’d never felt this possessive, territorial and filled with the need to be in her and taste her. He nearly shook with the desire. Anyone who claimed Meda wasn’t his mate was a fool.
He closed his eyes for a moment to gather himself. He had to get in the room then get out. He had no plan of escape. Unless he took out Tawren, the man would sound the alarm and all the Djinn would be on Lucan, not just the five who’d overcome him before.
Tawren had nearly killed him, and he’d stolen Meda. He deserved what he got.
* * * *
“I told you to prepare yourself!”
“I’m not one of your chattel to be ordered around. I am not and will not be your property,” Meda spat. She glared at Tawren, her jaw set and her arms crossed over her chest. His glower would not deter her. She wasn’t doing one thing to make this easy on him. And she knew the Dragons were nearby. Though she dared not hope Lucan was with them, she’d heard Maks’ voice in her head along with a bunch of gibberish about locks, strongholds, mates and blood. But somewhere in there, she’d heard “Wolf”. She knew of only one Dragon called that name.
Her blood throbbed anxiously through her, knowing she would soon be back to her rightful place—and what was that? Until Lucan had reappeared, she’d thought it was in Wyoming, teaching preschoolers. But what they’d said to one another in the cavern…she was supposed to be with him. She wanted to be with him. And she wanted to finally tell him that.
Her body fairly vibrated with her urgency to touch him once more.
Tawren shot out a lash of energy and dragged her to him. Cold pain cut through her body, and she knew he intended her to feel his power. Bile rose in her throat as his hard body pressed to her. His cock was rigid against her thigh. Releasing the band of power, his hands went to the buttons running from neck to waist of the red gown he’d given her.
She cried out as his icy fingertips touched her skin. Flailing, she fought him, her fists landing anywhere she could reach. He jerked her hard against the wall.
The hiss of fabric filled the room along with her scream as he shoved the dress down her arms and trapped them inside the material.
“Get it through your head,” he rasped. “You’re mine.”
“No,” she pleaded as his mouth pressed to her upper breast. Suddenly, a shadow darkened her vision, and Tawren was wrenched from her by the neck.
“No,” an irate voice growled, “get it through your head…” Tawren was slammed against the wall, forehead first. “She’s mine.”
“Lucan,” Meda gasped. “Oh my God, Lucan!”
He gave the Djinn another bang into the wall then dropped him. The man slumped unconscious to the floor. Meda and Lucan stared at each other breathing heavily. Even with Tawren unconscious beside them, she wanted nothing more than to jump Lucan.
“I thought you were dead,” she whispered.
He gave her a lopsided smile. “Takes more than almost cutting off my head.”
Her eyes went wide.
“Tell you later,” he said. “We need to get out of here, then I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to fuck you until we can’t move.”
“Sounds perfect to me.” Divine. Her body softened at the thought of him entering her again soon.
His eyes darkened as he looked at her bared chest. “Are there other clothes here you can change into?” he asked.
“The gown he wanted me to wear for the joining.” She pointed at the garment still hanging over the chair.
“Perfect. Matches his clothes. Change while I do this then rip some strips from that dress you’re wearing now.” He groaned as he knelt beside the Djinn and started to undress him. “I’m so hard for you right now, getting out of here will be a challenge.”
“I hope you mean me, not him,” she laughed, spying a glimpse of joy for the first time since she’d been there.
Lucan chuckled.
He closed his eyes for a moment to gather himself. He had to get in the room then get out. He had no plan of escape. Unless he took out Tawren, the man would sound the alarm and all the Djinn would be on Lucan, not just the five who’d overcome him before.
Tawren had nearly killed him, and he’d stolen Meda. He deserved what he got.
* * * *
“I told you to prepare yourself!”
“I’m not one of your chattel to be ordered around. I am not and will not be your property,” Meda spat. She glared at Tawren, her jaw set and her arms crossed over her chest. His glower would not deter her. She wasn’t doing one thing to make this easy on him. And she knew the Dragons were nearby. Though she dared not hope Lucan was with them, she’d heard Maks’ voice in her head along with a bunch of gibberish about locks, strongholds, mates and blood. But somewhere in there, she’d heard “Wolf”. She knew of only one Dragon called that name.
Her blood throbbed anxiously through her, knowing she would soon be back to her rightful place—and what was that? Until Lucan had reappeared, she’d thought it was in Wyoming, teaching preschoolers. But what they’d said to one another in the cavern…she was supposed to be with him. She wanted to be with him. And she wanted to finally tell him that.
Her body fairly vibrated with her urgency to touch him once more.
Tawren shot out a lash of energy and dragged her to him. Cold pain cut through her body, and she knew he intended her to feel his power. Bile rose in her throat as his hard body pressed to her. His cock was rigid against her thigh. Releasing the band of power, his hands went to the buttons running from neck to waist of the red gown he’d given her.
She cried out as his icy fingertips touched her skin. Flailing, she fought him, her fists landing anywhere she could reach. He jerked her hard against the wall.
The hiss of fabric filled the room along with her scream as he shoved the dress down her arms and trapped them inside the material.
“Get it through your head,” he rasped. “You’re mine.”
“No,” she pleaded as his mouth pressed to her upper breast. Suddenly, a shadow darkened her vision, and Tawren was wrenched from her by the neck.
“No,” an irate voice growled, “get it through your head…” Tawren was slammed against the wall, forehead first. “She’s mine.”
“Lucan,” Meda gasped. “Oh my God, Lucan!”
He gave the Djinn another bang into the wall then dropped him. The man slumped unconscious to the floor. Meda and Lucan stared at each other breathing heavily. Even with Tawren unconscious beside them, she wanted nothing more than to jump Lucan.
“I thought you were dead,” she whispered.
He gave her a lopsided smile. “Takes more than almost cutting off my head.”
Her eyes went wide.
“Tell you later,” he said. “We need to get out of here, then I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to fuck you until we can’t move.”
“Sounds perfect to me.” Divine. Her body softened at the thought of him entering her again soon.
His eyes darkened as he looked at her bared chest. “Are there other clothes here you can change into?” he asked.
“The gown he wanted me to wear for the joining.” She pointed at the garment still hanging over the chair.
“Perfect. Matches his clothes. Change while I do this then rip some strips from that dress you’re wearing now.” He groaned as he knelt beside the Djinn and started to undress him. “I’m so hard for you right now, getting out of here will be a challenge.”
“I hope you mean me, not him,” she laughed, spying a glimpse of joy for the first time since she’d been there.
Lucan chuckled.
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