Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
She blinked but could not get out of that daze.
She shouldn’t have liked it. She should’ve screamed. Should’ve recoiled. But her body. . .her traitorous, overwhelmed body. . .was lit up from the inside, blown open by heat and want.
Above her, Korin loomed—eyes molten and gleaming, jaw parted, tongue sliding back into that vast, fanged mouth like he’d just sampled ambrosia.
In front of him, his huge cock bobbed, straining and dripping goldish white liquid.
It absolutely turned her on.
His breathing had changed too.
Heavy.
Thicker.
Needy.
"You taste of frost and fire," his voice was thick with hunger. "You are lightning in snow. You are a winter storm I want to drown in."
Sol whimpered.
“You are my greatest treasure, one I will never let go. One I will kill over, if anyone dares try to steal you. I will only share you with one and that is only because we share everything.”
His golden eyes bore down at her with a hunger that had evolved into something new.
Worship.
“Do you understand, little one?”
Still riding the high of bliss, she tried to get her thoughts together. “Y-yes and n-no.”
“Good.” And then, the air around his body began to ripple. It started at the base of his big throat—a tremble in the space between scales.
She whispered, "W-what's happening?"
Korin didn't answer.
He shuddered.
His wings flared outward, knocking over a throne and burying it in coins. Jewels cascaded down the slope like a waterfall.
And then. . .the sound of cracking echoed from him.
In horror, Sol realized the dragon’s huge bones were shifting, twisting, and even splitting.
Growling, Korin's body writhed. His neck shortened. Scales began to lift and peel, shedding away and burning into his skin.
Steam hissed from his form.
Claws retracted. The black and gold shimmer of his hide began to fade, curling in wisps of smoke that drifted into the air.
Sol gasped.
He’s. . .changing back into a man.
Every heartbeat seemed synced to the rattle and grind of his bones. His wings split, cracked, then folded in on themselves. Scales turned to flesh. Muscles tightened. Fangs shortened. His tail convulsed, then vanished into smoke.
His roars became grunts.
Then groans.
Then ragged masculine breaths.
And there. . .through the swirl of gold dust and dissolving scales. . .she saw him.
Korin.
This towering human.
Naked.
Terrifyingly beautiful.
Sculpted muscle.
He rose from the ashes of himself, his body dripping in the golden remnants of his dragon form. Hair black as shadow spilled over his shoulders in loose, wet waves. His skin was a golden hue. His shoulders were broad. Chest sculpted in muscle. Every inch of him was an ode to danger and temptation.
And his golden eyes—still those blazing twin suns—remained locked on her.
But even more. . .his love blade had gotten smaller, but still was big too for a human.
She tried to look away, but failed.
It was so long and thick.
This is what a man’s love blade looks like.
She stifled a moan.
This is better than those pictures from my mother’s book.
A strange longing unfurled in her belly.
Yet still. . .I do not think it will fit.
He looked exhausted, yet he remained standing and stepped toward her. Coins rearranged beneath his bare feet.
What is he going to do?
As if hearing her, he answered by kneeling right in front of her.
Slowly.
Majestically.
A king laying down his sword in front of a queen.
Her breath caught.
W-what is he doing?
His presence consumed the space. Even without scales or wings, his power was undeniable. It leaked from him in waves. Not just physical force but age.
Wisdom.
Heat.
Magic.
When he spoke, it was that sensual voice that she remembered. “It is time to show you the castle.”
She blinked. “Castle.”
“Yes, my queen.”
“But. . .I am not your. . .qu—” The words curled like ash on her tongue—refusing to pass her lips.
He smiled. “You are not my what?”
“I am not your. . .qu—” She tried her best but could not say it. She cleared her throat and attempted to say it again. “I am not your. . .qu—”
“Because you are my mate. You are my queen.”
“But. . .I am not your ma—”
A low chuckle spilled out from him.
She blinked in confusion. “Why can’t I finish my sentence?”
“I already told you, little one. Dragons cannot lie.”
What?
Shock thundered through her.
Is he saying that. . .I am. . .a dragon too?
Fast, Korin picked her up with his huge arms. “And it is time for you to meet my twin brother.”
“Twin?!”
“Yes. Your other king.”
What?!!
Her body stiffened.
Then, something changed. The air no longer pulsed with only Korin's heat.
A new scent curled into the chamber—velvety, dark, and potent. Roses after midnight. Black violet crushed beneath a leather boot.
That scent again. . .where is it coming from?
The new fragrance coiled above Korin’s jasmine-and-stormwater scent, rising higher, pressing down on her chest like an unseen hand.
She inhaled again.
And again.
The scent was alive—feral and precise, like a predator announcing itself not with growls, but with perfume.
From the hill of treasure on the right, a low tremor rolled beneath the coins.