Bjorn is beyond furious, however, as he barrels in, sweeping me off the pool table into his arms so fast I barely have time to growl. Corralling me back from Mikkel, he wraps the chenille blanket around me, escorting me a decent ways away. It leaves Mikkel naked and alone on the ruined pool table.
A nasty fire in his dark eyes at what Bjorn’sdone.
“Rikyava, are you insane? What were you thinking?!” Bjorn growls at me, even as he checks me all over, as if for damage. What Mikkel and I did didn’t hurt me, however; in fact, it did quite the opposite, as a power like I’ve never known suddenly explodes through my magic.
And hammers Bjorn back.
“Bjorn! Enough!” I roar at him then, though I didn’t mean to. Actually, I didn’t mean to slap him back so hard with my power, either. We heave hard breaths and stare at each other now, as I see the incredulity in his eyes that I just rejected him.
Mikkel gives a nasty smile from the pool table.
“Someone’s feeling better. Thanks to my power.” Mikkel can’t help but gloat, full of his devil-may-care energy now, as he vaults down from the table. Stretching beside the table, he flaunts his glorious height and lean nakedness unapologetically before Bjorn.
“You. Shut up.” Bjorn levels a finger at Mikkel. Though from his snarl and the furious rage blistering all through his dragon, I know he wants to do a helluva lot more than just growl, since Mikkel and I just had such crazy sex together.
“I will say whatever I damn well please.” Mikkel gets dangerous now as he stalks towards Bjorn. Mikkel’s dragon roars, searing his black eyes with their nasty chartreuse ring, rather than their glorious copper. And I know we’re two seconds from a dragon-brawl, as Bjorn powers up, as well.
His scorching Bloodwind raging through the room.
“Stop it! Both of you!” I get between them with a roar, slapping a hand on each of their chests. It makes my chenille blanket drop away, and I see both drakes glance down to my nakedness.
Hey, if seeing my tits and ass gets them to pause in their quarrel, I’m all for it. Heaving real power into my action from my two inner dragons, uniting now into their massive Bloodwalker magic, I shove both drakes back hard.
And stagger them with the blazing fury of my power.
I didn’t mean to use so much force to separate them; again, it’s not myusual way of things, as I realize Mikkel’s dark Bone Magic has influenced mine far more this morning with our sex than I intended it to.
I’m going darker than black now with wrath as I snarl and regard both drakes. I can’t help it, as Mikkel’s powerful influence roars through my entire body.
Unhinged, with how much we solidified our bond today.
“If you two can’t fucking get along, then I’m done with both of you.”
My wrathful snarl is beyond cold as I address them. I can’t even believe the words that have come out of my mouth, as Bjorn stares at me bug-eyed, and even Mikkel’s full lips fall open.
But something inside me is roaring right now, going into such a dark place that I can’t even describe it. It’s terrible, and it doesn’t care if I’m nasty to my drakes. It just cares that they’re being little bitches about being in my Bloodbond together, and I can’t have that.
That I can’t tolerate any bullshit when lives are on the line.
“Rikyava…!” Bjorn’s look is pained as he eases towards me, holding out a hand like he’s dealing with a rabid wolf. “Easy… this spat doesn’t call for wrath.”
I didn’t even know the oilslick-black magic of my dark inner drake was seething all around me in the game room until Bjorn says something. I’m aware of it now, though. It pours around me in a tirade so thick and dark it looks like an oil spill has devoured the room.
As I see it, I feel a combusting sensation, deep inside. Suddenly, all that oilslick sheen seething through the air catches fire.
As the blackest part of my nature takes over now, I feel my crimson drakaina snuffed out. She’s not gone, not truly; but the towering sensation of night I feel deep inside shrouds out all else as my Bone Magic’s glittering black star-eyes come to full dominance inside me.
I’m a terror of the night; I’m the thing that devours drakes and their souls as I stare both Mikkel and Bjorn down in the fullest tirade of my wrath. Because I’m so done with my drakes not getting along.
As my black demon roars inside—to punish them.
It’s Ström’s arms that wrap around me then, making me startle out of my blackest wrath. As he sings by my ear, using the strange river-water tones of his magic, and its dark flow to pull me back from my most heinous brink, I finally snap back.
My Blood Magic roars; I shudder in a tirade as my Bone Magic recedes, thanks to Ström’s cajoling power. But even I have to admit what having such insane sex with Mikkel has just done to my magic.
Making me unstable—able to snap into my blackest wrath at the drop of a hat.
“No…!” I stagger back from my drakes now, as I heave out of Ström’s arms. I rub my chest as my black magic is put away, no longer catching fire in the room.
