“Fantastic. This is going nowhere.” A nasty green gleam is in Mikkel’s eyes as he opposes Bjorn, equally frustrated.
As I stand between them, I feel both their dragon-energies surging through me, battling, as they’re pushed by the Black Dragon’s curse-work. Not only do they not like each other, but their magics are opposites; I feel Mikkel’s black drake snarl now, swiping at Bjorn with vicious talons as it surges in to take a bite.
Bjorn responds fast. Hammering a massive wave of raw power at Mikkel, and unfortunately through me too, it sends Mikkel right to his ass in the room.
As I stagger, thrust backwards into Ström’s arms.
“Bjorn!” I snap, as an utterly black sensation flares high inside me again, vicious. Ström throws up a solid wall of his magic on either side of us now—keeping Mikkel and Bjorn apart.
“He started it!” Bjorn responds with heat, not backing down anymore from my black wrath as he waves a furious hand at Mikkel. “Fucker tried to take a metaphysical bite out of me with his power.”
“Only because he can’t get his dragon’s fucking rage-cage under control,” Mikkel snarls, vicious, not holding anything back as his eyes flash chartreuse with poison again, at Bjorn.
“Mikkel, stay back.” Ström is curt now as he warns my Third Drake away, still holding his seething wall of forest green and dark maroon Bloodwinds all around us. “Bjorn needs a minute.”
“What he needs is a millennium, to get his rageful jealousy under control,” Mikkel snaps, incensed, though he doesn’t attack Bjorn again with his power.
“Alright. This isn’t working. We need to try something different. Hang on,” Ström says abruptly. As Ström dissolves his Bloodwind barrier, hetakes me to Bjorn, depositing me in Bjorn’s arms. Moving over to Mikkel next, Ström nods at my Third Drake. “Mikkel. Kiss me.”
“What?” Mikkel says, as my mouth falls open, shocked at Ström’s sudden command.
“You heard me; kiss me. Now,” Ström repeats, firm as he gazes hard at Mikkel. But though we’re all surprised by Ström’s sudden change of tactic, something is moving between Ström and Mikkel now. It’s sexy, wild and contentious with heat, as Ström stares the taller man down, hard.
His dark green eyes glittering with brimstone fire, salacious.
“Just like old times, eh?” Mikkel says, as the strangest gleam comes into his black eyes now. They flare with a fiery ring of copper as eagerness seizes him.
“Just like old times. Maybe even better now, though, thanks to us being Bloodbonded,” Ström says, as he holds Mikkel’s gaze.
It’s then that something about Mikkel and Ström’s subtle contentiousness snaps into place for me. Because it’s not contention, as they stare each other down at close quarters now and I feel both their dragons rise. It’s the hot fight-fuck of the Blood Dragons, as the most wicked smile ever curls Mikkel’s lips.
He surges in, seizing Ström.
And kisses my Second Bloodmate for all he’s worth.
16
BLAZE
As Mikkel devours Ström with his kiss in our underground bedroom, a hot, wild passion careens between them. As if something that was locked for them has suddenly become freed, the two men go at each other now—as I stand in Bjorn’s arms and watch them, shocked.
Through our bond, I feel Mikkel thrum with a deep lust, as he grips Ström’s shoulders, kissing him like he’s drowning. Ström has zero reservations about Mikkel, seizing my taller drake and devouring him right back.
As I’m suddenly hot with a vast need I didn’t even know I had.
It’s apparent now that the Thorsen twins and Ström were a threesome before Alfhild Fey, which was centered on my cheeky and beguiling Second Drake. Heat boils inside me, as I watch Ström and Mikkel get it on now, hard and adversarial, teasing and wicked in the way both of them are.
As Mikkel kisses Ström, biting his kisses into Ström’s lips and hauling him close, grinding their hips together, Ström winds his hands up into Mikkel’s hair. As Ström seizes Mikkel’s wavy hair, growling and hauling him back now from their kiss, he makes Mikkel stare into his vivid brimstone eyes.
Dominating Mikkel in a way few can.
It’s then I realize my charismatic Second Drake has the heart of not just one Thorsen twin, but two, as Mikkel’s black eyes flare a hot copper to Ström’s scalding passion. Ström’s also the dominant in this relationship, as Mikkel gasps hard now, growling and grinding their bodies together, needing more.
As it hits me that Mikkel and Ström share a deeper past than I knew, I see how everything of that past burns in their eyes. It roars through their rock-hard bodies also, and makes their mutual Bone Magic careen tenfold, as I feel them resonate hard together, as they share something long denied.
It’s something they thought couldn’t be shared in this relationship, as I suddenly feel a thought from Ström wallop me through our Bloodbond.
Because each of them assumed I’d be possessive like Alfhild Fey, insisting they only be with me in this bond. As they feel my searing heat now, however, me amazed in the best way that Mikkel and Ström share this carnal, wild heat, they both look at me.
