Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
With that I leave to return to my little treasure.
On my walk back to my bedchambers, I notice the light to the office trickling beneath the door frame. I’m uncertain if Cyrus or Galen occupies it, but I know I should check in with my brothers. They seemed concerned when I left with Kara, or rather when I stole her away unable to contain myself, and they should be. I silently curse myself for being so fucking obvious. Hopefully making an appearance and explaining my desire to have her as a pet will smooth things over. Steeling myself, I push the nerves down and prepare the tale I’ll tell them.
“I didn’t expect to see you so soon.” Galen’s tone is teasing as I open the door. “I didn’t think you’d be able to pry yourself away.” My brother sits at a common spot on the right and I make my way to him. I huff a laugh and look over his shoulder at the computer screen. Isabella Faye. The list of her heritage travels down the screen. It’s impressive. There’s no doubt in my mind she possesses the ability to breed dragonlings.
In the upper right corner lays a picture of the gorgeous woman. She has a pear-shaped body, beautiful brown eyes, and a bright smile. Her hair is lighter than Kara’s, but nearly the same length, just past her shoulders. I expect to feel something, maybe jealousy, that I’ve given Galen his claim to her, but I feel nothing. I have my little treasure; I only hope she’ll be able to carry my dragonlings. I’ll know soon enough.
“I thought I should at least provide a meal for the distraught woman.”
Galen’s expression turns grim. “Yes, all three of them need to be fed well.” He takes a heavy breath. “I wasn’t thinking. I shouldn’t have let Victor go without warning or consequence.”
“We need to talk about that. It seems he’s conspiring with vampires. I’d rather they be less immortal and more…fucking dead. But not now. I want to get back to my pet.”
“Pet?” He turns in his seat to look at me, and I make sure I keep my stare back even and carefree. I don’t lie to my brothers, but for her, I’ll make an exception.
“I can’t help that I have urges of what I’d like to do to her, and I do believe she will enjoy it.”
“You couldn’t pick a more…submissive pet?” I huff a rough laugh at his question.
A broad smile grows on my face. “You have no idea how right you are to question that, brother.” He smiles back at me and then turns back to the computer.
I tap his chair and turn to leave, but his voice stops me in my path. “I’m sure I still have my pet’s collar somewhere.” It’s been years since Galen has kept a woman, but as dragons we tend to hold on to our keepsakes.
“No.” The answer comes easily. “I want her to have her own.”
A perplexed look crosses his face but only for a moment and then he busies himself again with the computer. With his Isabella.
In time, I’ll buy Kara all the little trinkets a submissive should have. I’ll get her a collar adorned with a small lock etched with my name: Drago’s treasure. A grin pulls at my lips. I’ll buy that first. In the silence I glance to where I expect my other brother to be, only to find his chair empty.
“Where’s Cyrus?” I’m aware he doesn’t appear to be interested in this woman, but I’m certain he would at least be interested in researching her. He is, after all, always searching for something new and different to occupy him.
Galen looks back at me with a perplexed look. “He didn’t send you here?”
“What do you mean?”
“He went to look for you.” My blood chills at his words. “He’s curious about the girl you took.” Galen looks behind me as if she’d magically be there. “To be honest, I’m a bit curious as well.”
I’m vaguely aware of the fact that Galen is still speaking, but I’m not listening to a damn thing as I turn my back on my brother, consumed with growing concern.
If Cyrus went to look for me, then he went to my bedchambers, which I left unlocked. He went to Kara. He’s curious about my little treasure. My dragon breathes fire in my chest. I revel in the burn as it scorches my throat. Before I’m even conscious of my actions, my legs are pushing me through the opened study doors and down the hall.
He better not have fucking touched her.
DRAGO
My rage boils and my dragon fights against me as I stare at my closed door at the end of the hall. A possessiveness like I have never known consumes me. His talons dig into my chest, clawing to escape and go to our treasure. Mine. He snarls.