Chapter 22
THERON
My curvy little priestess is beside herself.
She’s crying again as I carry her away from the temple of the Nature Goddess but this time the tears are silent. Then slip down her flushed cheeks as she stares over my shoulder at the retreating temple and the look on her face is utterly hopeless.
Somehow it’s even worse than the way she was sobbing when I found her in the garden, and I can’t help feeling that I’m to blame.
I feel fucking horrible for what happened—I only wanted to help her. I never meant for her to be found out by that dried up old priestess who kicked her out. I vow to myself that I’ll protect her and keep her close, but I’m uneasy in a way I wasn’t before.
The reason I’m uneasy is my Drake. He’s elated—happy and satisfied in a way I’ve never felt before.
Ever since I got my magical suppression tattoos, he’s been mostly asleep and almost completely indifferent to anything happening in my life.
He stopped trying to force a Shift so he could fly—which was big problem before the tats—and he never spoke a word.
But all that was before Elowen came into our life. Now he’s sending extremely possessive feelings to me—and wanting to know when we can breed her—both of us.
His reason for this isn’t purely lust—though that’s certainly a big part of it. But in order to bond a woman to both of us, we both have to breed her. That’s just the way it is for my kind of Drake.
But I don’t want to hurt the little priestess, and I don’t want to scare her.
She’s already frightened to death about the idea of getting instantly pregnant, the way her fellow priestesses did.
The idea of asking her to take not just me but my Drake would frighten her to fucking death, I’m sure.
But my Drake is determined that she’s ours and we need to claim her.
I had to hold him back when she was sucking me—he wanted to come through so she could suck his cock as well.
I tried to tell him that a partial shift like that would only frighten her, but he doesn’t want to listen.
He seems to think she’s already ours and we just need to claim her and mark her in the most permanent way possible.
He wants her too much—it’s dangerous. I should leave her alone—should put some distance between us for her own good and safety.
But how can I put distance between us now? She has no one now—no one but me.
I’m torn between the two things—my concern for her and worry that my Drake wants her in a way she would no doubt consider disgusting, horrific, and unnatural.
I don’t fucking know what to do—I only know I never want to put her down. I cuddle her close to my chest as I take her back to my home.
I’ll have to worry about my Drake later—for now, I need to comfort her and keep her safe.