15. Drago

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DRAGO

S tupid fool—reckless fucking idiot! Drago couldn't think of a bad enough name to call himself. He'd risked Addison's life just to be near her—his Drake had almost taken over and come out. If it had, it would have damaged the structure of the room, knocking the black stones of the palace aside with its vast wings like a monster knocking over a child's blocks.

Addison could have been crushed—killed! And all because he'd wanted to fulfill his fantasy of tasting her.

I had to heal her though, he argued with himself as he paced on the black flagstones under the dark, night sky. I couldn't let her fucking die!

Fuck that—he should have found another way, Drago told himself, pushing the excuse aside. Or he should have licked her only to heal her—he shouldn't have made her come. Her need and pleasure brought his Drake to the surface like nothing else. It was a mindless beast—it wanted to Claim her so badly it didn't realize how dangerous and destructive it was.

It could have killed her— I could have killed her, he thought, feeling sick. What the fuck is wrong with me, letting myself get so close to the edge?

But up until she came so hard for him, it had seemed all right. He had made her come earlier by sucking her nipples and his Drake hadn't tried to force its way out then. It must have been the combination of his Fated Mate orgasming and the taste of her sweet honey that had stirred his other half so deeply.

And yet, he had been in control right up until the last. It had helped that Addison had been gripping his hair and showing him what she needed. Being restrained and held down in some way by his Fated Mate made his Drake behave—seemed almost to have a calming influence on it for some reason.

But at the end, when she was coming so hard and her juices were flowing, all restraint had been lost. Drago had never felt his Drake so close to the surface since the fateful day of his manhood ceremony when he had let it out for the first and only time.

The frightening thing was, he had felt his control over the beast inside him slipping away. It was why he had run outside the palace, in case he couldn't stop it from coming out. Even if it hadn't been a huge and extremely dangerous Fire Drake, there was still no room for it to come out within the confines of the small servant's bedchamber he and Addison had been in.

The bedchamber where he had left her, alone and afraid. Gods, he wanted to go to her so badly! Wanted to Claim her and make her his. But that was impossible—he could never have her. It was too fucking dangerous to Claim her as his Fated Mate. He had gotten as close to her tonight as he ever would—it wasn't safe to get any closer.

As soon as this mission is over I'll ask to have myself reassigned, he promised himself. And I'll ask that Addison be given a new Protector.

The very thought made him sick and caused a howl of rage from the Drake within. But Drago simply couldn't see any other way to keep her safe.

He had no idea how much danger both of them were already in.