Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42: War-Fucked & Cumming Under Fire

Ryker had fought outnumbered before. He’d never fought outnumbered while babysitting a glowing, comatose woman whose body kept doing things nobody asked it to.

Three fae came from the left. Two dropped from above. He shoved Guinevere behind him, and his blade moved in a blur.

Some were humming. Others were narrating. A few were having full-blown conversations that Ryker would edit when he retold this story at every pub for the rest of his life.

"She’s burning so hot... Her cunt will taste like liquid gold."

"My dick will glow for centuries. Hold her down, brothers."

They kept coming in droves, and the math was getting worse.

"She tastes like stolen power. Old blood before the fall."

"Her mind is clinging to him. We’ll tear those memories out one by one."

Maddox heard every word and his blood went from hot to volcanic. His claws punctured his own scales. His wings beat harder, faster, eating the distance between them.

Maddox: We kill every single one. No survivors. Mark their positions.

Sterling: Already done.

Four got past Ryker. They hit Guinevere at once, tackling her flat. Their hands moved across her skin like they were pulling something from underneath it.

Ryker spun just in time to see their wings begin to change to gold.

"Yep. That’s a problem." He lunged, sword out. "You parasitic fucks."

Two swipes. Four heads. Then he pulled Guinevere up against him.

"Stay calm, Gwen. I won’t let anything happen to you." He wasn’t sure if she could hear him. He absolutely was not saying that for himself too because these insect demon fairies were disgusting.

More swarmed around them, still running their mouths.

"The prophecy says we deliver her to the Eclipse King."

"I’m tasting her first. One thrust and my cock becomes a god. Nyxar can have the leftovers."

Her panic hit Maddox through the matebond like ice water dumped down his spine. She wasn’t conscious, but her body knew it was under attack. Every instinct in him locked onto her position.

Maddox: Ryker. What’s happening on that dragon?

She ripped out of Ryker’s arms and jumped off the dragon’s back.

Ryker: Shit. She just jumped. I lost her visual.

She fell thirty feet, landing on the spine of a Drakencrest dragon who had been hit by dark fae magic.

Maddox’s heart stopped for one full second.

Maddox: Gwen, don’t move. I’m coming.

Straight line, maximum speed, fire building in his chest so hot it burned his own throat. Everything in him narrowed to a single point: her.

Guinevere knelt, touching the dragon’s neck and gold light flared from the point of contact. His black eyes turned gold before settling to their natural dark green. Free. The compulsion gone.

Maddox watched the light race across the freed dragon’s scales. He didn’t understand how she was doing it, but pride hit him so hard, his chest ached.

Kael also tracked the gold traveling through the dragon. He opened his mouth and the draconic command hit the sky.

"STOP HER."

Every dragon still under his control froze, then turned towards Guinevere, bodies suspended.

The dragon beneath her locked mid-wingbeat, caught between the draconic command affecting him on a biological level, and the instinct to protect the woman standing on its back.

Maddox: You do not give commands to my people. STAND DOWN.

His counter-command hit the draconic register a half-second after Kael’s. Two kings broadcasting on the same frequency. The dragons caught between them shuddered, torn between two voices that both demanded obedience.

Guinevere looked up, her gold eyes finding Kael across the distance. The expression on her face held no defiance. Just confusion.

The command had said her. She looked left, then right. There was no other woman or she in the sky.

For one absurd, frozen second, every dragon on both sides watched a woman tilt her head in genuine bewilderment at the concept of being the person addressed.

Kael stared at her. "You cannot be serious."

Ryker: She is the most accidentally disruptive person I’ve ever met.

Maddox hit the dragon’s spine in human form, and he pulled her against his chest.

His mouth pressed into her hair. "I’ve got you, baby. I’m here."

She made a sound that lived somewhere between a sob and a breath. Then she jumped, legs wrapping around him, arms locking behind his neck, face pressed into the space below his jaw.

"I love you so goddamn much," he said against her ear.

She held on like he was the only solid thing left in the sky. He held her back like she was and for a moment it was just her and him, and nothing else.

"Gods... you’re burning up." The heat was worse than before. It was burning through her fire-proof zip suit, bleeding into his body. He absorbed it so rapidly that his own temperature rose to do it.

"Give it all to me. I’ll take it," he said, arms tightening around her.

His dragon rumbled low in his mind.

She needs to lay with us. No fight left.

He didn’t need his dragon to tell him that. The matebond had been feeding him every detail of discomfort. He needed her home and Aldric to look at her immediately.

Ryker: Maddox. We have a situation.

Maddox: Define situation.

Ryker: That orb is a dinner bell. Over one hundred just portaled. I lost count. All heading your way.

Ryker: What are you doing over there?

Maddox: Managing the situation.

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