“I’m going to see Cara.”
Vali sat up. “Isn’t Marcus staying with Cara?”
“He is.”
The Dragona stood and brushed herself off. “Okay then. Guess the day was too dull, by far.”
“You guys don’t have to come.”
The Satyr sighed. “Yes. Yes, we do.”
8
Marcus
By the time I bolted through the door into Cara’s suite, I was in a bit of a state.
A lot of one, actually. You need to calm down.
Impossible, really, with what I’d smelled all over Riley. My nose wasn’t as good as a Dire’s, but she’d reeked of sex.
Of Dragon sex.
Freking hell. Cara wasn’t back yet, and I was losing it. I stood in the kitchen as scales chased over my arms. But it wasn’t just rage, not this time. The scent of another male on Riley’s skin—and clear evidence of what she’d been doing—had inflamed other things, as well. Painfully. Even the academy’s substantial sweatpants were now far too tight.
Iskar cursed incoherently in my mind, but I wasn’t listening. I felt as though I were about to explode into a thousand pieces, many of which featured claws and teeth. All that raw savagery pulsed straight to my throbbing cock.
Cara was due back at any time. I barely possessed the presence of mind to spin and head for the bathing room. As I pushed through the door, I yanked the sweats off my pulsing member.
Shower,Iskar commanded.
Well, okay. No towel was going to cope with this. I ripped off my clothes so rapidly the seams protested, and I stepped into the stall.
I didn’t need the lubrication, but I turned the water on anyway, and cranked it to hot. It cascaded over me as I folded my fingers around myself, and began to stroke.
Havoc’s scent was so intertwined with Riley’s that it swirled through my brain and instantly had me thrusting hard into my hand, my head falling back, lips pulled away from my teeth. I was so hard it was painful, my balls already pulled up tight. My arms had gone black with scales, the extra ridging along my fingers adding to the delicious friction as I added a twist to the swollen head—
And came apart. I roared as I pulsed against the shower walls in huge, rhythmic pulses, over and over and over again, until I thought it would drain me of every fluid I possessed.
I slowly became aware I was leaning on the sidewall, the hot water coursing over skin that now appeared human.
Wow.Iskar sounded breathless.If you could bottle that, you’d make a fortune.
Great,I answered.Eau de fiend.I redirected the spray to clean off the wall. Iskar was right. It was much easier than towels.
Fifteen minutes later, I staggered onto Cara’s balcony, sat in a chair, and watched the sun reflecting off the lake. I thought about Riley swimming, and the aftermath of being attacked by a giant fish.
The closest I’d ever come to—well, coming inside Riley.
Cut it out, Marcus. Just because you’ve masturbated to dubious male fantasies and loaded up on crystal dust, doesn’t mean you can think about her like that and not suffer the consequences.
I gritted my teeth.This is never going to be over, is it?
When Iskar didn’t answer, I put both my feet on the table, wiggled my toes, and stared at them. They were only now beginning to feel like they were a part of me.
You need to set up sparring matches with Cody, now that you aren’t tripping over them constantly,suggested Iskar. No doubt he was trying to encourage any thoughts other than the one that most occupied my time.
The shower thing picked at me. It hadn’t been just about Riley, and I knew it. The sex scent—Havoc’s—had driven a lot of it. Did male Dragons have pheromones, too? Why had it sent me over the edge?
