Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Tirrian
Ican’t help the way my eyes scan the beautiful naked girl in front of me.
She’s not mine, and she never will be, but my dragons want her with a passion of two suns.
They push to shift and shove our cock deep inside her luscious body, but I grit my teeth and force them back down.
I’m not even sure how my attraction mark hasn’t appeared on her shoulder yet, letting her know exactly how I feel.
It must be through sheer stubborn will, especially now that I’m seeing all that gorgeous, naked skin.
Her body has proof of her fertility in the silver marks over her stomach and hips, but they do nothing to turn me off.
If anything, it’s a bigger draw, and it’s all I can do to stop my claws from popping through my fingertips as I shake this irresponsible woman.
I know what she’s done. I could see it in her eyes while I was talking to Dylan, I was only half listening to what he was saying because I was so focused on where Lila had her attention.
“Hey, Tirrian, what are you doing? Leave poor Lila alone,” Silac demands, but I won’t turn away from the infuriating woman in my hands.
I shake her again, her bountiful breast jiggling with the movements, drawing my attention once more.
The ring of scars around one of her nipples almost makes me want to bare my own fangs and sink them into the opposite one.
I wonder which of her mates marked her there.
Probably one of the cats, judging by the shape of the scars, and I don’t think any of the others have a full set of sharp teeth.
I shake my head to rid myself of the image of me biting Lila’s nipple and focus on the problem at hand.
Hey! A voice pierces my mind, making me wince. Get your hands off the lady. The voice is deep and gruff and almost childlike, and I know it has got to be the Barcoa. Damn it. Why didn’t we find Xavier and have him subdue it? I want to fuck and can’t fuck if you hurt her.
Lila’s eyes widen in panic, and she starts to wriggle in my arms, but I hold her tightly. She must have heard him in her mind too.
“Don’t worry, you won’t have to fuck him.
I’ll knock him out if I have to, or you could try mimicking the warlock and use his mesmerizing powers,” I suggest quietly, and she stops struggling.
“Don’t get too relaxed, I know what you did.
There is no reason for you to be naked unless you mimicked something. ”
“You don’t know that.” My friend puts his hand on my shoulder, but I shrug him off.
“Like hell I don’t. She’s reckless and stupid, and of course the moment she was alone, she mimicked the Madovian.
It’s what she wanted from the start. You heard her and Xavier arguing about it.
He’s a love blind idiot for not considering it and leaving someone to supervise her.
” Smoke drifts out of my nose as my anger returns.
“Let me go you, ballsack,” she cries and kicks out, her leg connecting with my balls.
I drop her as I sink to my knees and moan as blistering pain shoots through my body. There’s nothing worse than being kicked in the cock except being kicked in an erect cock.
I’m unable to stop the tears that well in my eyes from the excruciating pain she just inflicted on my person, but my dragons chuff, happy that their mate can defend herself, even from us. They are fucking idiots.
“Keep your hands to yourself, otherwise you’ll lose them next time.
” Her eyes briefly change to slits, like the Madovian’s, and my mouth drops open in shock.
She should not be able to do that. A mimic is only supposed to be able to change into a full form.
She should not be able to be part Skarrian, part Madovian.
I made sure to read up on everything I could about mimics.
My father’s library had extensive information on the various powers that Skarrians can exhibit, even those thought to be extinct.
I know all I can about whisperers and mimics.
You know what they say about keeping your enemies closer, or that’s what I keep trying to tell myself.
Even now, in the face of seeing my cousin and how far he has fallen and knowing it is all her fault, I should hate her.
I do, but there is a fine line between hate and lust, and I am walking that line like a man on a two-day bender.
She turns and flounces off, her scent of petrichor and freshly baked bread hitting my nose. I can’t stop the growl that rumbles up and out of my chest. Luckily she mistakes it for annoyance and flips me the bird before slamming the door to the bathroom closed behind her.
“Hell, Tirrian, what was that?” Silac asks as he tries to settle the Barcoa, whose eye in the middle of his head is clearly glaring at me.
“You didn’t notice she was naked?” I shuffle to my feet, my balls still firmly cupped in my hands, the ache nowhere near gone yet.
Silac snorts. “Fuck, man, it’s all I could do not to stare.”
“Well, why do you think she was naked?” I ask him, trying to get him to come to the same conclusion as me.
“I don’t know, because she was preparing to mimic the beings we brought her?
” he suggests, but then his eyes widen as all the pieces snap into place.
“Or she already did. She wouldn’t have, would she?
” he asks, his eyes wide as he looks toward the bathroom door like he can see her on the other side.
“You bet your sweet snake tail she would.” I go over and bang on the door.
“Get your cute ass out here, Lila. You can’t avoid this forever,” I call. The door opens as I go to raise my fist again, and out steps Lila, now covered by a robe. It’s not much better than being naked, because it’s almost translucent.
She puts one hand on her hip and starts jabbing my chest with one finger.
“Now hear me. I will do what I think is best to protect my family and the—” She breaks off, her eyes wide before slamming her lips shut.
“Circus,” she finally says. “And if it means that I need to have a repulsive creature like that as one of my forms, then so be it. I bet she would do some damage if I unleashed her on our enemies, and if it allows me to go undercover to find out exactly who the Syndicate is and what they want, then I am going to take the chance. I am not going to spend the next few years looking over our shoulders, constantly worrying about who and what might be coming for us. Now, the sooner we can finish that, the better, and none of you were going to help, so I took matters into my own hands.” She’s breathing heavily, and her chest is flush with mine now, her eyes alight with anger.
I can feel the rise and fall of her breasts against my shirt-covered chest, and it takes all of my strength not to sweep her up into my arms and kiss her hard. Fucking dragons, making me stupid.
“Just as I suspected, you’re selfish and uncaring about what your mates and grandpas or children might think.
They only just found you, and fuck, Xavier isn’t even mated to you yet.
Haven’t you realized that if you die, Saxon will become a casualty too?
” I lash out, my own fear influencing my reactions instead of cool-headed logic.
The anger in her eyes fades and is replaced with guilt and sadness, which then triggers my own guilt and sadness.
Fuck. I whirl around and move over to the Barcoa.
“Let’s get this done, and we can talk about the other thing after we are on our way to Rilu.
We are running out of time.” My tone is gruff and annoyed, but Silac and his damn reptilian vision still catches sight of my guilt and nods knowingly. Asshole.
I take the Barcoa by the arm and lead it over to the annoying woman.
Its stomach mouth pulses, looking like a pair of lips, or an asshole, puckering up.
It puts its hands out, exposing its elbow creases.
One has a shimmer of lubrication around the slit that’s in it, and the other has a bulge that is starting to undulate.
Fucking hell, this creature thinks it is here to fuck. That was not the right approach.
Lila ducks its grabby hands, and I watch in fascination as her body shimmers and her skin turns a pale lavender color just like the warlock’s.
She also has the same silvery markings he has in the same places on her body.
Her robe actually stays in place this time, which, again, is another thing that is not supposed to happen.
The change is supposed to destroy whatever she is wearing.
Maybe she mimicked the spell Xavier put on their babies’ clothes when he’d grown frustrated with them destroying them.
My father is going to go into business with both him and Caspian’s parents to provide this for all shifter children.
I observe as the two of them have a private, telepathic conversation, or I think they are. Her facial expressions are hilarious, but I will not indulge her by laughing. She doesn’t deserve my humor. Finally, the big creature relaxes, dropping both arms, and sort of just stands there.
“Phew, that was tricky, but I managed to mesmerize it. Its mind was weird, almost childlike, but then it wanted to fuck. It was awful.” She shudders and looks down at herself before looking back at both of us.
“Okay. I’m going to mimic it. I thought I might lose the robe when I took on the warlock form, so I’m hoping it will stay for the next one too,” she says hopefully, and Silac shakes his head.
“Lila, the size difference between the two of you is huge. The robe will not be big enough.”
She rolls her eyes and huffs, “Fine,” before stripping again, not concerned with her nudity one little bit.
A growl rumbles out of me, and smoke billows from my nostrils.