Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
He continued to run from person to person, stopping only to fix a device here or there himself before someone else was calling for him. He only realized he was becoming exhausted when he hit an uneven patch in the cave floor and nearly face-planted on stone.
An arm shot out and caught him around the waist. He looked up to find Luka pulling him safely into a gentle, comforting embrace.
“You look like you could use this,” Luka murmured. Amaru didn’t get the chance to ask what he was talking about. Luka’s soft, parted lips covered his in a kiss that dissolved all the bones in his body and wiped his brain completely clean. What was he worrying about? No idea. Didn’t matter anymore. He was finally kissing Luka.
A tantalizing stroke of the tip of Luka’s tongue was followed by a rush of crisp, cool energy. It flowed throughout his entire body, waking up blissed-out nerve endings and covering his arms in goose bumps.
Luka broke off the kiss and smiled at him. “Does that help?”
“What—Arrrghh! Freeze brain! Freeze brain!” Sharp cold rushed to the top of his skull and briefly encased his head.
Luka huffed a laugh. “Sorry about that. I may have given you a little too much.”
Amaru could only splutter, the pain already forgotten as he stared up at Luka’s entrancing smile.
“You looked like you could use a pick-me-up. Feel free to draw any power you need from me or Vasily.”
Amaru’s heart leaped into his throat. “From both of you?” he squeaked. Did this mean they’d started to figure it out? Did they finally realize they both belonged to him? Without him needing to shake some sense into them?
Luka’s expression softened into something so sweet and gentle it nearly made Amaru swoon on the spot. “Yes. Both of us.”
Amaru started to lunge in to seize his precious dragon for another kiss when one of the mages shouted.
“Uh! Amaru, need a little help here!” the mage cried, his voice edged sharply with panic.
A low, evil growl rumbled up Amaru’s throat. Somebody’s ass was getting hexed. He had his mates. Now they needed some serious alone time so they could properly worship each other and celebrate their new relationship. He did not need this chaos interrupting him.
“Later. We can talk and…other things…later. I promise.”
Narrowing his eyes on Luka, he pointed a finger, tapping the tip of Luka’s nose. “I’m holding you to that promise.”
“Amaru!” This shout was from a different mage. Things were deteriorating faster and he needed to get ahead of it if he was going to ever get mate quality time.
He darted off and tackled another couple dozen life-support devices while snagging kisses…er…dragon’s breath from both of his mates. Each time was totally necessary and not because he was enjoying the novelty of kissing two different sexy men whenever he wanted.
It took nearly three hours before they got the worst of the system failures under control, but this was nothing more than a very temporary fix. If another strong storm blew into the area, there was a good chance he wouldn’t be able to patch the problem again.
What’s more, this problem was going to keep him from getting private time with his new mates because he would need to stay alert for more failures. It wasn’t enough to simply have help. He needed Irany awake now. The bastard made this mess, and it was his turn to deal with it.
Grumbling to himself under his breath, Amaru stomped over to where Irany the Bastard was sleeping peacefully on his little rock slab, oblivious to the fact that his life and the lives of his remaining clan mates had nearly ended. With a couple of quick jabs on the control panel, he detached Irany from the overall system and started trying to pull him out of his sleep cycle.
Could this stop the man’s heart? Possibly.
Could it melt his brain and send it oozing out of his ears? There was a chance.
But right now, it was a chance Amaru was willing to take. He couldn’t keep going at this rate. He needed help.
When the slumber system was shut down completely—and Irany’s heart was still beating—Amaru growled. The lazy asshole wasn’t waking up. He climbed onto the stone bed, straddling him so that his knees were on each side of mage. Grabbing his shoulders, Amaru pulled him upright and shook him as hard as he could. “This is your fault! It’s your system! You fix it! I found my mates and I want sex, dammit!”
A hand landed on his arm and he jerked his head around to find Vasily and Luka staring at him with their mouths hanging open.
“Amaru? Are you upset?” Vasily asked.
“Upset?” His voice cracked but he ignored it. “Of course I’m upset! I’ve missed five hundred years of nookie!” He redirected his glare back to Irany. This man needed to be hexed. Anyone standing in the way of him and his mates needed to be hexed. Fuck, he should just start hexing things because it would make him feel better. “All because this chucklefuck—”