“I am listening, fireball,” he murmured against her breast. “But your safety and the safety of this pregnancy is too important.”
He moved to the other, scaled breast, and when he captured her nipple, she couldn’t help but cry out. That breast had been sensitive since she’d conceived, and any attention it received had her almost at an orgasm. As Nyro sucked, she was already gathering slick, her kon aching to be filled.
But Nyro knew that, which is why he continuously used it against her.
She reached for his pants, releasing his length and eagerly positioning herself over it. But Nyro flipped her onto the bed on her stomach and smothered her with his body.
She sighed, enjoying the warmth and weight as he spread her legs and pushed his length into her.
He nuzzled into her neck as he stretched her slowly, and then bit her ear hard. Before she could react, he was pumping into her hard and fast, his body thumping on hers until the whole bed shook.
I’mya mumbled into the bed, savoring the raw brutally of his force. She was already primed from his attentions on her breast, so her climax forced its way onto her before she was ready, jolting her into that tumultuous, primal ecstasy.
After he knotted her, she lay under him, comfortable but still unhappy with her situation. He wouldn’t listen to her. He was too concerned about the baby.
A flash of black by the window caught her eye, and she lifted her head to see Sanderyll flying over the mountain range, close to the mountain. And suddenly she had an idea.
The next morning, she asked Nyro to get her some specific threads for her embroidery, I’mya went straight to the window and searched for Sanderyll in the bright skies.
Closing her eyes, she focused on the air around her, feeling for the thick magic in her immediate vicinity. Within a few moments, she heard the beating of Sanderyll’s wings.
As he flew closer to the window, he hovered, waiting for her. Taking a breath, I’mya began to cast. Magic responded immediately, swirling around her and lifted her into the air. Directing her attention, she focused on the diamond-shaped satin patch of scales on Sanderyll’s back, and the magic seamlessly floated her over until she landed on his back.
She released a breath of tension, thankful that she’d managed to get there. Dropping down to sit cross-legged on San, and placed her scaled hand on his neck. Immediately the dragon shot away from the mountain, beating his wings rapidly in response to her urgency. There was no doubt Nyro would be returning to the room any moment, and she did not want him to use magic on her and San before they had the chance to get far enough away.
Sanderyll sailed over the mountain range, until they arrived at the Vattoro Temple, which was in Khyros’ lair. As they neared, I’mya got to her feet, steadying herself to use magic again in the air. It was quite unsettling to simply drift through the air by no other means, but she’d learned in her lessons that the potency and energy behind magic stemmed from the chant. She done it once before, but at that time she was so emotionally distraught, if she had fallen it wouldn’t have made much difference to her.
Focusing her mind, she cast carefully making sure her pronunciation and her rhythm was correct. The magic swirled around her, lifting her up again and drifting her over to the entrance of the Vattoro Temple.
From what I’mya understood, the Vattoro temple was a separate space that had its own entrance but was still part of Khyros’s lair. As she landed and walked to the entrance, she was immediately greeted by stewards, one male, one female.
“No one was expected today,” said the female.
“I know,” I’mya said. “I am sorry for the unexpected arrival, but I need to speak to Khyros. It is a matter of urgency.”
They both inclined their heads and one left while the other led her into the temple.
The temple looked as incredible as it always had; clearly the Vattoro’s were wealthy. Among the many clans that had existed back in the Dragorai Age, the Vattoro clan had been one of the wealthiest and the oldest.
She sat down at the table and waited.
It didn’t take long for Khyros to arrive. Slightly larger and more muscular the Nyro, Khyros was also tan like him, but he had jet black hair and dark green eyes. I’mya had been shocked to realize that all of the dragorai-alphas had different looks and came from different parts of the realms. She wasn’t sure where Khyros came from. His features didn’t seem native to any particular area that she was aware of, but he’d also been born in a different time. He stepped into the temple, eyeing her carefully. “Where is Nyro?”
“He is what I have come to talk about.”
“Is he all right?”
“Yes.”
“Then why didn’t you come together?”
I’mya pressed her lips together to gather her thoughts before she spoke. Everyone else spoke to Khyros with such respect and care. She didn’t want to be emotional. “He is treating me like a prisoner in my own home. When I speak to him about it, he never listens.”
Khyros said nothing for a long moment and then stepped into the temple and slowly made his way to the raised seat at the head; only he sat in that coveted spot. “He is trying to keep you protected,” he said finally. “There is nothing wrong with that.”
“Even if it makes me miserable?” I’mya asked. “Among lesser-mortal pregnancies, the mother’s mood and emotions are important. I’m doubt I’m supposed to be unhappy while carrying this child.”
Khyros stood by his chair as he thought for a moment. “I suppose that could be argued.” He sat in his chair and then leaned forward and clasped his hand on the table. “Are you requesting that I interfere with your relationship with him? Because that will not be taken well.”
“I know,” I’mya admitted. “But I don’t know else to do. I am suffocating. He won’t even let me spend time with Sanderyll.”
Khyros frowned. “Then I shall have to summon the other brothers.”
“Why?” I’mya said. “I thought as the head of the clan, you could make these decisions privately within couples.”
“Normally, yes,” Khyros said. “But your pregnancy impacts all of us, and all of us must be aware of what’s happening. Nyro took some time to understand this himself in that meeting. He does not want anyone else interfering. So if I go this route, it will be difficult.”
Footsteps and bellowing from the entrance caught I’mya’s attention, and before she could get out of the chair, Nyro stormed into the temple followed by Tyomar.
“I’mya!” he roared. The moment he saw Khyros, everything seemed to harden on him. His whole body inflating, his face contorting to something unrecognizable. “What are you doing here alone with my pregnant mate?” he roared.
Khyros rose from the table. “I was about to summon you. Calm down, Nyro.”
“She should not be out of our chambers!” he roared. “Why didn’t you return her immediately!”
At that, Khyros’ face darkened. I’mya wasn’t sure why at first, but then she remembered that Khyros’ dragon was missing. He wouldn’t have been able to get I’mya back to Nyro unless she summoned Sanderyll.
Nyro’s chest was heaving and reddening, his anger directed at Khyros. He was going to breathe fire at his own brother!
“No!” I’mya yelled. She ran to him. “Don’t, Nyro.”
He snatched her up and held her against him, his gaze fiercely dark. “Do you know how worried I was when I entered our chambers to find you gone, I’mya!” Smoke puffed out from his mouth as he spoke.
“You forced me to,” she said. She placed her palms on his cheeks, hoping to cool him down. The shivers were starting. “You keep me prisoner.”