Rhiannan POV
The courtyard was a damn circus.
Training mats, glowing obstacle rings, and spellbound platforms were scattered across the stone like someone had said, "What if bootcamp was aesthetic as hell?" I stood barefoot in the center, hair a whole feral mess, leather coat flaring behind me like a battle flag.
Above me? Three full ass moons. Just hovering. Watching. Judging.
FAENet buzzed in the background with floating screens like some twisted reality show. Crash footage. Royal rituals. Me getting snatched mid prophecy. I felt naked. Then I saw it...Queen Lorelei's royal propaganda stream.
That bitch.
Calling me a seductress? A traitor? A false goddess?
Meanwhile, I'm over here LITERALLY fighting demons and shifting into beasts to save her daughter. And she was broadcasting my trauma like it was her personal highlight reel.
But it wasn't just me. There was Gailia. Chained. Bruised. Alone.
My heart cracked.
"She's still alive," I whispered, the guilt and fury boiling together in my chest.
Liam appeared beside me, cape open over his bare chest, sipping blood like we were at brunch. "She's royalty, baby. They don't kill their pawns. They just torture them creatively."
Arwen growled nearby. "We can't get to her yet."
"I know," I said, voice raw. "But we will."
Elisha dropped from the sky in a swirl of wings and smoke, dramatic as ever. "Enough talking. If we want to survive and complete the pentacle, we train."
Cue the montage music, drums, battle chants, maybe some throat singing.
Kaleb was shirtless in a pit of stones, coaching me on fire. "Control it, baby. Don't let it control you." He hovered close. Too close. He always does that.
Arwen sparred me with blades and his usual bitchface. "Stop flirting!" he snapped at Liam after the vampire winked at me mid duel.
Liam? Oh, he was chaos. Tossing me weapons like we were in a fantasy video game. "Careful, that blast almost singed my very sexy nipples!"
Elisha ran me through every obstacle he could think of, barking orders like the alpha hole he is. "You're a goddess. Act like one."
"I'll gut you with a vine," I snapped.
"You'll have to catch me first, sunshine."
And then… the shifts started.
First, wolf. Then panther. Then something in between. Shit got weird.
"Damn," Kaleb muttered. "She's full beast mode."
"Nah," Liam said, "She's full divine fuck you mode."
I started winning. Everything. Blasted Elisha across the field. Outmaneuvered Arwen. Snagged Liam mid vanish with a vine to the ankle. They were all shook.
I smirked. "Bow to your goddess, bitches."
But then I felt it.
A final surge of power....too much. The world tilted. My magic pulsed.
And just like that, I vanished.
Reappeared alone in the castle gardens. Great.
The flowers glowed. Moon pools sparkled. I turned around and boom, tall redhead in leather and heels, glaring at me like I just slept with her boyfriend. (Spoiler...I might have.)
"You're not worthy of him," she sneered. "You're not dragonborn. You're just some flashy little plaything."
I blinked. "Oh, bitch. I'm a goddess. Try me."
She did.
Claws, fire, fury. I blocked her mid air, flipped her over, and slammed her ass into a fountain with vines.
Just as she came up roaring, I heard it.
The growl.
Kaleb. Arwen. Liam. Elisha.
Four pissed off mates stormed into the gardens like a goddamn action scene.
"Touch her again," Elisha thundered, "and I'll make sure no one finds your ashes."
Arwen and Kaleb flanked me like shadows. Liam raised a brow. "Ladies. Must we be dramatic in the gardens? I just had the roses trimmed."
I rolled my eyes. "Next time one of your exes wants to die, warn me."
Elisha's guards dragged her off screaming. Honestly, it was kind of satisfying.
Dinner that night was… dangerous. The long obsidian table sparkled. Meat dishes smoked with spells. The wine practically vibrated with magic.
But I barely tasted it.
Because Elisha wouldn't stop watching me.
When I got up to leave, he followed.
We walked through golden halls until we reached a quiet sitting room with mountain views. I curled up on a chaise like a spoiled cat. Elisha leaned on the wall like a sexy disaster.
"You gonna stare all night or talk?" I asked.
He smirked. "Both."
We talked. Really talked. About death. War. Guilt. Love. He told me how he shut down for decades. Watched every woman he loved die. Believed he didn't deserve softness.
"You're not soft," I whispered. "You're molten fucking gold."
Then his dragon surged. His voice dropped. "I need you."
"Then take me," I challenged.
And oh... he did.
He crashed into me like a firestorm. Teeth, heat, magic, hands on my skin. We broke a fucking table. Books went flying. And then...
Two. Cocks.
"Are you?" I gasped.
"Dragons are built different," he said with a fangy smirk.
Understatement of the century.
He wrecked me. He entered me slowly, using my copious wetness to lube up my asshole, and slid those two delicious, thick cocks into me slowly. I screamed louder than I ever have. He stretched me in every possible way. One cock in my pussy, one in my ass, both pounding like holy vengeance. I screamed. I growled. I might've even blacked out.
I screamed, "Holy fuck I'm so full!"
"Goddess," he moaned. "So wet. So fucking tight." He pounded me so hard I saw stars.
He found my clit and pinched, hard. I shattered. Over and over. The room trembled. I squirted my release all over those thick cocks.
"I'll break you," he growled as he fucked me.
"You fucking better," I hissed as I panted and struggled to breathe.
He did. I have never in my life felt so full or satisfied. I could purr like a cat.
I moaned lustily and Elisha struck quickly, biting the opposite side of my neck as Liam, his dragon fangs sinking down painfully. I gasped, the pain faded quickly and became intense pleasure.
When our bond snapped into place mid orgasm, light exploded. A tiny golden dragon landed behind my ear. Elisha got silver stars in his massive forearm.
Every light in the castle flickered. Servants collapsed. Magic trembled.
When it was over, I was a glowing heap of boneless satisfaction.
Elisha pulled me against his chest, possessive as ever. "You're mine now."
I smirked, half conscious. "You wish, alpha hole."
But even I couldn't deny it.
Another mate down.
Pentacle growing stronger.
And the storm?
Oh, baby. The storm was coming.