House of Mages and Raven (Shades of Ruin and Magic #4)

Chapter 28

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J aw dropping, Barbie stared at Killian in disbelief. The last thing we’d expected was to see him. Her wild heartbeat pounded against my sensitive eardrums.

Her joy flared brightly at the sight of the chaos prince, piercing the haze of her pain and lust before she quickly snuffed it out. A storm rose in her, and I had to swim through it to peek out.

To show the prince that she didn’t give a shit about him, she put an effort in dimming the spark in her eyes, lifted her chin, and showed him her bulldog face.

What a dumbass!

Look at what a perfect specimen he was. His bare chest of all hard muscles was sculpted like marble. His loose trousers hung low on his hips, revealing the perfect V-line. Did she even remember that he had a super-nice cock? I’d seen it when he fucked Barbie.

The chaos heir also had a godlike face, gorgeous and menacing. His dark hair was tousled as if he’d just rolled out of bed and shown up here, which only added to his sex appeal.

I wouldn’t have him as a lover, since he was Barbie’s, but it didn’t stop me from licking my lips. Then, out of concern for Barbie, I dutifully sniffed at him. Hmm, that was interesting—I didn’t smell other women on him. If I had, Barbie would know too, since she often relied on my sense of smell. If there was another female’s scent on the chaos heir, crazy-ass Barbie would beat the shit out of him at the moment, even with arousal in her every pore and mating heat driving her half mad.

I just hoped that she knew what she was doing and did not burn the bridge and drive him away. We needed him, now more than ever. I urged her to lunge at him bravely, pin him down mercilessly, and fuck him brutally. If she had to drag his hair to get him down, so be it. Only then would her heat go away. Who gave two shits about non-con or dubcon these days? All the popular dark romance books had it to make fans come back for more.

Barbie hissed at me, not appreciating my wisdom. I sneered. Soon, she wouldn’t be so full of herself. I already felt her legs going wobbly as lust coursed in her blood like lava. Her skin would be too hot to touch.

Killian gazed at Barbie as if she were the most delicious dessert that he hadn’t had for a long time. I could picture how she looked—her face flushed, her golden curls damp and pasted to her cheeks, her eyes bright and feverish and full of wild desire. His breathing was ragged and his need for her palpable.

She still crouched in front of the iron bars, looking pathetic, pitiful, fierce, yet utterly beautiful.

He sniffed, then growled, responding to her heat before he let out a series of profane curses. His dragon rattled from his chest, and the prince growled back as he tried to rein his beast in. Obviously, they were at odds when it came to the woman whom they both wanted.

“Barbie,” the heir started, his voice low and sensual, but she snarled at him before he could take another step toward her.

“Don’t come near, or I’ll fucking hurt you!” she barked.

Alarm shot into me.

We can’t allow him to leave, I shouted in dismay. Seize him and ride his cock! Make sure he complies.

She swatted at me while narrowing her furious gaze on the prince.

“Will you, little scorpion?” he purred, heat in his eyes. “Look at the mess you made.”

“Fuck off!” While she lied through her teeth, her body trembled, showing the truth of how much she needed him. “Now!”

“Sure, I’ll leave, as you wish,” he said, and my heart sank to the bottom.

I kicked her in the kidney to remind her that he was our last hope. I wouldn’t allow her stupid pride to get in the way of her getting laid and sating the unrelenting mating heat.

Just as I was about to mimic Barbie’s voice and speak through her mouth to admit her fault and demand he stay, he reached her like a flash, dropping to one knee so he could look at her in the eyes. Then he cupped her cheeks.

She fought back a moan at the touch, which soothed her ache, but she’d need more than a few caresses. She needed to be fucked badly, even brutally. Only then would everything be right again.

“But not without you,” he added. “I heard you call.”

“I didn’t call you,” she said, her voice weaker now. Thank fuck. “I’ll never call you.”

My other half was such a spitfire that even when pain and lust overcame her, she still didn’t let them define her. I was proud of her, but it wasn’t practical to refuse a sex feast.

“Why did you even come?” she spat at him. “Didn’t you get me out of your system already? You might’ve fucked me, but you didn’t have me. You never will.”

She was mad as hell that she still wanted him and that only he could sate her and drive away the mating fever. She should know better than be mad at nature. Mating and feeding were the foundation of it.

“I felt your need, so I’m here,” he said. Her ferociousness would give any male pause, but not the chaos heir.

He scooped her up though she was still spitting fire—he even let her ram her fist into his jaw. She considered delivering another halfhearted punch to his left eye, but her body rebelled against her, not wanting to screw this up. Agony sent by the mating fever had reached a crescendo in her. So, for the first time, she was being smart. Instead of continuing to give him a hard time, she snuggled into him, burying her face on the hollow between his jaw and shoulder, inhaling his scent while closing her eyes, refusing to let him see how relieved she was that he’d come for her.

He kissed the top of her crown and inhaled. Her scent was catnip to his dragon.

“Nothing and no one can stop me from coming for you, little scorpion.”

“Don’t call me that,” she said weakly while clinging to him. She didn’t even realize that she was fisting his hair to prevent him from dropping her. He wasn’t going to do that, but she felt insecure.

“You’re in heat, my vicious little scorpion,” he said, pressing her tightly against his bare chest as if afraid of losing her again. “I’ll take care of you.”

A swirl of starlight and darkness wrapped around us, and Killian stepped back into the tear he’d torn open.