Firebreather 1: Firebreather by Marie Harte Page A

who fucks like a king , has a well of secrets he’s yet to share with you.” Emmaline’s eyes danced. “Did he hold you down when he shoved that cock deep? Did he twist and burn you, marking you with his fire?”
    Lea tried to ignore the sudden images searing her brain, of this bitchy woman having sex with her Ferin. Jealous possession slowly consumed her, even as she fought the strange and scary sensation.
    “He’s really very good, even without his brothers as an encore. But when you add Lucas to the mix, it’s heavenly, isn’t it, Lea?” Emmaline snorted and leaned back, her eyes wandering over Lea with speculation.
    “You’re pretty enough. That red hair is so dark, and those lighter highlights work for you. They real, or dyed? Then again, who the hell really cares?” she asked in mock cheer.
    “While you’re basking under so much attention, you’re oblivious to the fact that Ferin lies to you all the time he’s spreading those legs.” Emmaline licked her lips. “Not that I fault him. I’ll bet you taste as sweet as you look.”
    Great. Not only was Emmaline a bitch, she was a bitch in heat. The thought of this woman having her hands anywhere on Lea’s body made her want to gag. But she kept her emotions buried and stared at the Dracon.
    “Cut the crap, Emmaline. I know you’re jealous, and you have every right to be.” Righteous anger poured through Lea, and she eagerly let it out. “He’s mine,” she growled, her throaty voice alarming.
    But the rage building within her felt too good to suppress. “You’re weak, vain and selfish. And I bet it must really eat at you that Ferin chose a human over you.”
    Emmaline’s eyes glinted, a rainbow of color that sparkled like onyx. “You little bitch. I’m telling you the truth. You don’t deserve Ferin, and you’ll never have him to yourself. He’ll never trust you, never really love you. He fucks like a king, dear girl, because he is a king.” She waited, watching for a reaction.
    Though stunned, Lea knew the notion Ferin might be king made sense. All the respect, the discreet nods that were in actuality bows, and the sheer confidence Ferin carried with him all added up to an idea she’d been resisting. Because if Ferin were king, and he kept calling her Draka… Both excitement and nerves tangled inside her. But aware Emmaline watched her like a hawk, Lea did her level best to push this revelation to the back of her mind and lied for all she was worth.
    “ That’s your big secret? Ferin told me the day we arrived, but asked me to keep quiet about it. Apparently, I satisfy him much better than you ever did. Must be my superior human genetics.” And boy, did that burn her to even think of Emmaline with Ferin. He had a hell of a lot to answer for—Emmaline, being king, and calling Lea his queen without letting her know what the bonding between them had really meant.
    Despite Lea’s inner confusion, the stupefied look on Emmaline’s face was worth it. “Think what you want, Lea Venlay. But Ferin is meant for more than a human. And your family is as much an enemy to the Dracon as you are. Enjoy him while you can. Because you’ll never see your day as his queen. Not in this lifetime.”
    “Do tell. Oh, but wait, Emmaline. Here comes Lucas. Maybe we should share this conversation with him, see what he thinks?” Emmaline flushed, glaring from her to Lucas and calculating her odds. “I’ll talk to you later. If you’re still around, that is.”
    “You do that.” Oddly enough, Lea felt no threat from the Dracon. A powerful fury roiled in her belly, a hunger for satisfaction that blazed with fiery need. And when she gazed on Emmaline, she could easily envision surrounding the witch with queenly fire, decimating her enemy.
    Emmaline swore and raced for the door behind her.
    “Lea,” Lucas said, holding her by the shoulder as she stared at Emmaline’s retreat. “What did she—” He swore when he looked at her and took a step back,