A Cage of Kingdoms (Deliciously Dark Fairytales #6) Read Online K.F. Breene

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dragons, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Magic, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Deliciously Dark Fairytales Series by K.F. Breene
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Total pages in book: 182
Estimated words: 171176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 856(@200wpm)___ 685(@250wpm)___ 571(@300wpm)
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“Leala? She seems so nice and sweet. And normal.”

“She is, love. Just very kinky, too. She’ll get the whole room fucking if you let her. Now, here we go.”

The beta waited in his birthday suit in the middle of six shifted dragons. One was the huge golden dragon of the king and another Vemar, who was curious to see how all of this would go. The others were of various power levels. Two were new to their forms because of the curse, and the other two from different kingdoms, therefore without the hardships the rest of us had faced. The king wanted a range of backgrounds to see how they and Aurelia would respond to each other. I got the feeling he was sizing her up.

As promised, no other shifters were in the area, save me.

“I’m going to go ahead and shift now, love, okay?” I stripped out of my clothes. “The beta will talk you through some things, and then the two of you will shift together.”

She gripped my forearm, her nervousness palpable.

“No, no.” I removed her fingers and stepped back, seeing the beta’s frame tighten with thick cords of muscle I did not want coming at me. “Do not touch the Hadriel when he is removing his clothes. The Hadriel does not want his head pulled off in a fit of alpha wolf rage.”

“Why do you all switch between calling him alpha and beta?” Aurelia asked, picking absent-mindedly at a nail and looking around at all the dragons. Her eyes widened when her gaze drifted over the king, who stood waiting patiently.

“Just to confuse you. Go now, he’s waiting.”

She did, slowly, getting more and more languid the closer she got to Weston. He watched her quietly, the sort of focus a true predator was known for. Now it wasn’t only his muscles that stiffened.

When she stopped in front of him, he said, “Are you ready?”

She took a deep breath, laid her hands on his chest, and nodded.

“Okay.”

He slowly undid her jacket, pushing it off her shoulders and tossing it away. The thing was utterly ruined; they may as well just burn it. Her shirt was next, then he leaned forward to take her lips.

I quickly finished undressing and shifted, letting my wolf take over. I didn’t want to inadvertently start jacking off and draw too much attention to myself. There were rumors going around that I had an obsession with my dick, and while that was true of any man, at least to some extent, I was tired of defending the legitimacy of it.

When her chest was bare, he ran his hand down to cup a breast, still kissing her. She didn’t seem to notice or care that people were watching. If not for the true mate bond, she’d probably be embarrassed as hell.

He worked at her pants, leaning back so that he could look down as he peeled them off her bruised and battered flesh. He didn’t say anything, just worked them off gently, pulling out the larger pieces of glass that were still embedded in her skin. Mad, that woman. Pure madness.

On his knees now, he looked up at her before leaning forward to lick at her center. She threaded her fingers through his hair, widening her legs and leaning her head back, enjoying his slow, methodical touch.

“He’s very . . . passionate,” my wolf said, lying down, watching in interest.

Yes, he was. Pity I’d never gotten to sample it.

He licked some more before sucking, sliding his hands up the sides of her thighs and holding her hips. Slowly he rose, kissing up her skin as he did, back to her lips and sharing her taste. Aurelia moaned, and suddenly, for the first time ever, I was actually a little uncomfortable. This was insanely hot—enough to kick off a huge orgy—but also incredibly personal. Intimate. He was relaxing his mate, claiming all her focus before he guided her through her first shift. It was . . . touching. I was fucking touched, damn it.

Weston

“You feel me through the bond,” I murmured, my lips against hers, feeling the nervousness still coiled within her. My wolf reached through, connecting with hers, readying to help her into the world.

“Yes,” Aurelia answered, breathy, her eyes closed. Her focus was acutely on me, my ministrations having blurred everything around us. Except for the nervousness, she was in a good headspace.

“Keep that contact through the shift. Feel how I distribute my power and how I give control over to my wolf, okay? Once you start to release control, you need to—as the human—clear out of the way. Your wolf will rise and take over. It might feel weird at first, but you need to let her. I’ll be right here. We’ll do this together, okay?”

Another swirl of nervousness. “Okay.”

I kissed her again, holding her hands, before stepping away. Her eyes opened slowly, meeting mine. We stared at each other for a moment, feeling our connection through the bond: her growing fear and uncertainty, my steadfast loyalty and support.


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