The Twin Dragons Series: Dragon's Slave 3
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Chapter 1
MADELINE
āFire burns in my soulā¦mmā¦hmmā¦ohā¦I despise you soā¦ā I trace my painted finger along the cave wall, leaving a charcoal streak on the gray stone. I hum softly to myself.
Iām carrying twins for the most feared Twin Dragons, Dragon Lords Hael and Lochness.
Currently, Iām confined in a secluded birthing chamber they locked me in when I was three months pregnant. Thatās when my belly started to show and others could see. Itās also when my emotions began to run wild.
Iām already a whirlwind of feelings, but now I find myself crying at everything, absolutely everything. Chains clink as they drag along with my ankles, secured to the iron embedded in the walls. Normally, I would wear a collar for my mates, but itās been removed for my comfort.
My skin is caressed by a special soft leather bra, wrapped around my breasts. My skirt, made of velvet emerald green material, falls to my ankles, resting over my small baby bump. I can move from one end of the chamber to the other, as far as the chains will allow.
Iām at the farthest end, kneeling at the cave wall where I can paint. Sunlight filters through a gap if I want some sunshine, but right now, itās only the moon that shines above me. I recall the words of the mage, the one responsible for my medical care.
āDragon Lords are fiercely protective of their first offspring. Donāt judge them for their instinct to hide you away.ā She tried to reason with me, saying things I donāt want to hear and choose to ignore.
As far as Iām concerned, Iām going to be stuck here until itās time to give birth to my babies. Lochness and Hael have betrayed me, tricking me into this cell just yesterday! I hadnāt realized how much freedom I had wandering around their mountain complex until I was put in a chamber I couldnāt escape from.
With paint in the bowl, I absentmindedly mark the wall. Images of Lochnessās sword-length fangs, a giant grin for those he would consume. Hael is already depicted, wings spread wide in flight.
Iāve been humming a tune, a ward against my mates. Iām angry. When am I not?
But more than my anger at being hidden away from my friends and treated like their most precious possessionāwhich I suppose I amāIām furious at the emotional turmoil reaching new heights. If my mates are feeling overly controlling, needing to protect me? Well, Iām feeling defiantly rebellious.
Iām already crying, and I donāt even know why. Maybe itās just the desire to annoy them, and I canāt because Iām chained away in some remote part of the Requiem mountains. Completely at their mercy! Utterly and entirely!
Itās also the desire to run, but Iām shackled permanently. All my games have come to a sudden halt. My tears continue to fall, and I use them to moisten the ground-up paint, so I can smear dark black charcoal into Lochnessās scales.
I canāt sing with my throat choked up. My wet fingers drag down the painting as moonlight illuminates my face and a light breeze sweeps down the hole, ruffling my long red hair. The wind swirls around my chamber.
I inhale the fresh air for a moment, and then the breeze is gone. I almost whimper, but I stick to silently crying, a fresh flood of tears streaming down my face as I rest my forehead against the cool stone. Iāll have to stand and drag myself back to bed soon.
I sob for my lost freedom. And I canāt stop. Once the tears start, my hormones wonāt turn off the faucet.
Itās honestly embarrassing. I must look so pathetic to my mates when they visit me. I used to be so strong and wild.
Now I create puddles with my tears. Maybe they could drown in my tearsāI wish.
āYou need to eat dinner, my sad little one,ā a softly cruel voice echoes above me. A large, lithe hand appears in my vision, one finger adorned with an onyx ring and green emerald. A wedding ringāthat I gave to my mate just a week before heād lock me away!
Lochnessās fingers wipe my cheeks, his hand so large he can wipe both cheeks simultaneously. I close my eyes, savoring the skin-to-skin contact. My brand heats and my skin trembles, but I quickly push away the tender thoughts.
I lean back into him, realizing heās crouching behind me after misting in. I look up at Lochness, fire in my eyes. āI despise your stupid face,ā I whisper. āI was fine out there with my friendsāI was freeāand then youāā
My voice breaks into a squeak as another sob threatens to escape. I try to suppress it, not wanting to feed his sadism. At least not too much.
Lochness holds my face, his fingers across my chin and jaw, simply watching me glare up at him.
āAnd donāt call me an ugly crier or an ugly rat,ā I growl, anticipating his words. āYou lying bastard.ā
Lochness blinks, not even angry at me. Iāve noticed that my pregnancy-related tantrums have gone unpunished lately. So at least I can vent my frustrations and heāll tolerate it.
āOn the contrary, youāre beautiful when you cry, Madeline,ā Lochness smirks slightly, his thumb pressing against my swollen lip, parting it from my top lip, feeling its fullness, āand I wouldnāt put a rat in gold chainsā¦youāve definitely upgraded to at least a well-groomed rat.ā
Lochness watches my twitching lips as I struggle to pull away from his seductive touch. He doesnāt let me escape. Instead, his hand slips down to my bare neck, where a collar should be.
Itās funny how I miss that damn thing. But now Nessy can squeeze my throat, and he does, making me choke for a split second. I slap my hands against his wrist and heās staring at my trembling mouth.
āAwwā¦little loveā¦pregnancy is so hard, isnāt it, sweetie?ā
āMm,ā I agree with a moan. āYesāyou handsome bastard. Kiss me and get me dinner. Now.ā
Nessy hates it when I give orders. His green eyes spark as his hand tightens, choking me just a bit longer as he leans down to kiss me anywayāonly to bite my lip and glare into my eyes.
Six more months of the sweetest torture and isolation. By the end, youāll be compliant for me, wonāt you, brat? His thoughts brush against my mind like a soft whisper.
āNever,ā I murmur as Lochness releases my tender lip and his fingers abandon my throat to tangle in my hair, tugging gently. āI hate your kisses too,ā I lie blatantly.
āNever.ā Lochness echoes me before adding, āYou love my mouth, Maddie.ā
He uses the brand to control me, heating it against my back and causing my legs to clench together as I slump back into his chest, my eyes closing as I try to steady my ragged breath.
āDinner is after you serve me, my beautiful wifeā¦pleaseā¦cry for me, darling.ā Lochness lifts me up and positions me on my knees as he pivots around me and steps out of his leather pants.
Standing gloriously naked, he places a hand on my head and lays his velvet hardness against my cheek, while I pout and place my hands on his thighs.
āBefore you get any lazier, ratā¦ā Lochness throws down a challenge with his playful glare.
I scowl and punch his leg.
He growls deep from his chest. āNo more misbehaving.ā
He takes my wrists and lifts them above my head, restraining me.
I lean closer to his body, seeking refuge.
But I end up crying against his shaft, while he grows even more rigid.
I glare up at him again and heās licking his lips.
Better, Lochness whispers in my mind. I love you, teary-eyed and vulnerable for once.
āEnough, stop toying with the mouse,ā Hael growls from the shadows, and Lochness quickly releases me with a wicked laugh.
āIām watching you, brother. Sheās pregnant. Stop stressing her out.ā
Lochness moves to stand beside me, having the audacity to look slightly guilty.
He even takes a step further away from me.
I canāt help but stare at his enticing hardness which was so close just a moment ago.
I bite my lip and wince when I accidentally bite the tender flesh from before.
āBrotherā¦ Madeline is simply breathtaking like thisācompletely at our mercy and serving us every moment. Canāt you sense her vulnerability?ā Lochness toys with my emotions, teasing me.
āAs she becomes aā¦mother?ā
āShut up,ā I growl. āStop looking so smug as I get fatter.ā
Lochness raises a sharp brow, taken aback.
He clearly doesnāt think thatās the case.
It makes me blush that he genuinely thinks Iām being silly for even suggesting that.
Now Iām just more embarrassed.
Damn it! I hate my mind right now.
āCome here,ā Hael orders Lochness quietly.
āMadeline. Dinner. Come. Unless you have an objection to eating food?ā Hael sounds extremely protective and calm.
I can see Lochness and Hael both glaring at each other.
Usually so brotherly.
Now they clearly have different intentions for me.
Hael wants to protect and pamper me.
Lochness wants to overwhelm me with earth-shattering orgasms.
He has been fascinated with how I keep bursting into tears with all the recent lovemaking we are engaging in.
Every climax makes me cry.
To be fair, it is the best distraction being trapped in here, honestly.
I stand and walk back to Hael with Lochness at my side, his gaze raking over me and leaving trails of heat on my skin.
I havenāt been communicating with Hael that much.
I am angry at him too.
The dinner looks and smells amazing, though.
I sit down at the table and I pick up the fork and knife.
Hael sits opposite me and his eyes are sharp. With one look I know he wants me to wait.
āWhen do you think you can begin, Maddie?ā Hael asks, enforcing discipline.
āWhen you say I can. You said I could eat before soā¦ā
āNo. When youāre at the table. Youāre still in training. You can eat now, darlingā¦slowā¦yes?ā Haelās eyes burn.
āPut down the utensilsā¦ā
Iām confused but I obey just to annoy Lochness.
āIām feeding you tonight, sweetheart.ā Hael takes the fork and the knife, stabbing the fork into the greens.
āBecause I want you to look at me. Stop thinking. Just relax and calm down, my love.ā
Hael holds the fork next to my lips, and I reluctantly open my mouth and take a bite.
What a good girl. Hael sounds so proud of me.
I smile and when I glance to the side without turning my head, Lochness is leaning against the wall, silent as a statue.
Hael cuts a piece of meat and offers it to me. I take another bite, chewing and pressing my hands between my legs.
āFor your obedience, youāll get a reward,ā Hael surprises me.
āCheer up, darling.ā
Is this the first time Iām getting a reward in how long?
Iāll take it.
āTonightā¦ I want you to make love to me and I want Lochness to watchā¦and then I want him to wait until the next dayā¦Iām your good little mouse, Hael. Iāll do anything for you.ā
I canāt help but smirk as I say this, sounding a little wild ā but I am going stir crazy being stuck in this stupid chamber.
Hael stabs the fork into more vegetables, twirling it in some sauce.
āNo, I canāt give you that. We donāt reward bratty behavior. You will be shared between us as usual.ā Hael shakes his head, offering me more food.
Seriously?
This time my mouth stays shut as I just glare.
āMaddieā¦,ā Hael growls, seeing my defiance.
āA counteroffer.ā Lochness saunters over and stands behind.
āEat your food, darling.ā
āOr?ā I pipe up, curious what heāll say.
āWeāll go flying.ā Lochnessās fingers thread through my hair, while I open my mouth.
I start to eat even faster than before.
āYou love it, donāt you, you little sky nymph?ā
I swallow the food and I admit with some cheekiness, āI do love being your little nymphā¦when Iām in the mood for you, Nessy,ā I respond with a grin.
āHe was talking about flying. Specifically, he said the sky, oh darling,ā Hael chuckles, winking at me.
I stop chewing on my next bite, suddenly paling.
You love it, donāt youā¦you little sky nymph? He h-he does mean flying. Nessy isnāt talking about pleasureā¦andā¦Iā
IāI just inadvertently admit to Nessyā¦that I enjoy his twisted games of pleasure.
Damn it.
I hesitantly look over at him.
Lochness is standing behind me, looking surprisingly gentle and adorableāwhich is always a warning.
He doesnāt even pull on my hair, he strokes through my curls more tenderly.
āCalled it,ā Lochness murmurs above me.
āAt last, I get to hear how you truly feel, darling.ā
Damn it! No!
He knows.
He is never supposed to really know.
I am never supposed to truly confess it to either of them; how much I love it.
But I canāt unsay whatās been said.
Curse this damned birthing chamber! In this prison, I am crumbling for them quicker than ever.
If Iām not cautious, day by day, month by month, Iāll eventually turn into the ideal submissive little mouse. The obedient slave they always desired.
Oh, godsā¦ the mere idea is terrifying.
