Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 161615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 539(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 539(@300wpm)
She whispered, "I don't understand any of this."
Korin leaned closer and brushed her jaw with his lips. "You don't have to understand it."
Pyrran's breath ghosted across her shoulder. "You just have to feel it."
Sol's eyes remained closed, but she finally allowed herself to feel everything. Korin's warmth radiating against her left side, his hand still tracing lazy patterns on her hip. Pyrran's cool presence on her right, his fingers still twisting slowly through her hair.
The silk beneath her bare skin.
The treasure glittering in the candlelight.
The impossible reality of being held between two dragon kings who looked at her like she was the most precious thing in their hoard.
And beneath it all—the dream. It pulsed through her memory like a second heartbeat. The feeling of them entering her at once.
The exquisite stretch.
The way their synchronized thrusts had driven her to heights she hadn't known existed.
Fire and frost meeting inside her, claiming her, completing her.
Her thighs pressed together involuntarily.
Stop thinking about it.
But she couldn't stop. Every time Korin's thumb brushed her hip bone, she remembered his claws gripping her haunches. Every time Pyrran's breath ghosted across her shoulder, she felt the phantom pressure of his cool thickness breaching her from behind.
"Little queen." Korin's voice was a warm rumble against her temple. "Your heart is racing."
Sol's eyes flew open.
Both of them were watching her now—Korin with tender amusement, Pyrran with something sharper.
Hungrier.
As if he could smell the arousal she was desperately trying to hide.
He probably can, she realized with horror. Dragons can smell everything.
"I'm fine." She cleared her throat. "Just. . .overwhelmed."
"Of course you are." Korin's hand stilled on her hip, and she didn't know if she was relieved or disappointed. "You've been through more in one day than most experience in a lifetime. Discovered your true nature. Transformed. Flew." A smile tugged at his lips. "Crashed into a mountain."
“Magnificently,” Pyrran added.
Against all logic, she grinned.
"You need time, queen." Pyrran’s silver eyes held hers, and she saw something shift in them—hunger giving way to something that looked almost like patience. "Time to understand what you are. What you're capable of."
"We will teach you," Korin said. "Everything. How to shift at will. How to fly without crashing. How to breathe ice that can freeze oceans and shatter mountains."
"How to hunt. How to eat," Pyrran murmured. "How to hoard. How to rule."
Sol's breath caught. "Rule?"
"You are our queen." Korin said it like it was the simplest truth in the world. "The dragon kingdom has been without one for centuries. Our people will need to meet you. To know you. To bow before you as they bow before us."
Queen.
The word should have terrified her.
A week ago, she'd been a Lowly with ice in her veins and a desperate hope of survival. Now she was lying naked between two ancient kings, being told she would rule a kingdom she hadn't known existed.
But the terror wouldn't come.
Instead, her dragon heart swelled with something that felt dangerously like rightness.
"There is much to learn," Pyrran said. "And we have centuries to teach you."
"Centuries?" Sol's voice cracked.
"Dragons are pretty much immortal, little queen. Not many things can kill us." Korin's smile was soft. "Did you think you would age and wither like the humans who raised you? You are eternal now. As we are. As you were always meant to be."
Immortal. Eternal. Centuries with them.
And somewhere far away, in a small cottage at the edge of a ruined kingdom, two humans who had found an egg in the forest would grow old and die without ever knowing what their daughter had become.
Sol's chest ached.
Mama. Papa.
Would she ever see them again?
Would they recognize the creature she was becoming—this goddess of frost and moonlight, this queen of ancient beasts?
Or would they look at her with the same fear she'd seen in the eyes of every human who had ever discovered her ice?
She didn't know.
She might never know.
But she couldn't think about that now.
Not with two dragon kings pressed against her.
Not with her body still thrumming with power and want.
Not with the ripening burning through her veins.
I'll find a way back to them. Somehow. Someday.
But even as she made the promise, she felt how fragile it was. How small her human life seemed now, compared to the vastness of what stretched before her. The thought sent a shiver down her spine—and with it, the dream surged back. Not just the pleasure this time, but the promise of it.
Centuries of being held between them.
Centuries of their hands on her skin, their breath against her neck, their bodies pressed to hers.
Centuries of them inside her.
Sol bit her lip so hard she tasted copper.
"And when you are ready," Pyrran’s silver eyes gleamed with erotic knowing, "we will teach you how to swallow the moon."
Sol blinked. "Swallow the. . .what?"
The brothers exchanged a glance—one of those wordless communications that spoke of centuries spent together, of shared secrets and shared power.