Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122: Shadow-Fucked & Under-Damn-Performed

CRACK

The portrait slammed shut behind Maddox so hard the impact threw him forward.

He rolled. Stopped. Stayed down.

All of them were on the ground. Sterling was flat on his side with Guinevere still locked under one arm. Kael was on his back, chest heaving. Lux was on her knees, blood sheeting from both nostrils into the stone. Jaxon was sitting against the corridor wall, arms shaking so badly his hands were blurring.

For two full seconds, the only sound was breathing.

Then the banging started.

The wall shuddered. Once. Twice. The third impact cracked the stone, where the portrait was on the other side.

Then it spoke.

"Sterling." The voice was soft. Female. "Open the door. Please. I’m scared."

"Oh, that’s low," Kael commented. "Even for a shadow cunt."

Sterling’s jaw locked. The bracelet on his wrist was still vibrating.

"That is a dead woman’s voice," he said to the corridor. But it was more for himself.

The banging stopped.

"Gwen," it said in a little girl’s voice. Guinevere when she was eight years old. "Gwen, he’s coming. He’s coming up the stairs. Hide."

Guinevere flinched on the stone floor. Her whole body curled inward.

"Don’t listen to it, Gwen," Maddox panted. "Every word is bait."

The voice changed again. Deeper. Male. Warm.

"Baby." Maddox’s voice, perfect in every register. "Open the door. I’m hurt. Please, Gwen, I’m bleeding."

The real Maddox, who was in fact bleeding and who was in fact hurt, lifted his head from the stone and stared at the wall with the expression of a man who had just heard his own voice weaponized against the woman he loved.

"Open the door, Gwen. Please baby. I want to be inside of you so bad. I’ll make you cum so hard the whole castle hears what a filthy little wolf queen you are for me."

Maddox’s face twisted in rage. "I am going to find that thing, and I am going to kill it slowly."

"Maddox. MADDOX. They won’t let me in. Tell them to let me in." Guinevere’s voice begged from the other side. Desperate. Afraid.

His gold eyes burned brighter.

"I’m so wet for you," she called breathlessly from behind the wall. "Open the door. I need your cock inside me right now."

It slammed against the wall, causing the crack in the stone to grow.

"Lux." Maddox turned his head. "Can you contain it?"

Lux’s dark magic was already surging. Her palms pressed flat against the stone floor, and threads of black energy spread outward from her fingers, racing towards the wall.

"I can try," she said through her teeth.

Jaxon was already pressing one hand flat against her spine, blue light flowing from his palm into her back. His other hand was aimed at the wall, reinforcing the seal with concussive bursts. His arms were still shaking. His teeth were clenched so hard the tendons in his neck looked like bridge cables.

"Maddox.... I’m touching myself thinking about your cock. Open the door."

The wall shuddered again. The cracks widened.

"Kael. Come fuck me. Maddox is too hurt. Let me ride you until I’m shaking and screaming your name."

Maddox’s gold eyes flared so bright they lit the corridor like twin suns. "You fucking piece of shit. I’m going to rip you apart molecule by molecule and make you choke on your own tongue before I’m done."

Suddenly the wall echoed with wet, rhythmic sounds of sex.

"Oh gods, Kael... you’re so deep," it moaned in Guinevere’s voice.

"Fuck, Gwen. Your pussy is so tight," Kael’s voice groaned back. "You gonna cum for me while my little brother listens?"

Maddox’s dragon roared so loudly in his chest, it vibrated the ground they were lying on.

"That’s my girl," it grunted in Kael’s voice. "Bounce on my cock. Fuck, I’m cumming already."

"I last longer than that," the real Kael said flatly from the floor. "At least give me more than thirty seconds in your little fantasy. Have some respect."

Guinevere’s eyes opened.

Gold. Full gold. The green was gone, swallowed by a light so bright it threw shadows against the corridor walls from ground level.

Sterling felt it before he saw it. Her body temperature spiked against his arm.

"Gwen."

She stood.

The motion was wrong. The woman who had been shaking on the ground three seconds ago rose to stand the way a puppet rises when someone finds the strings.

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