Something's wrong.

I swear my body heat went up a thousand degrees. I ached all over with a desperate, carnal urge to fuck. It got so serious that both Kirk and Stephon has to douse me into a tub filled with cold water.

The water literally turned warm after I spent three minutes in it. What's even worse, the need to fuck was so strong, I almost tackled Kirk and sucked his cock. Kirk wasn't expecting me to pounce on him like that and when I did, he was shocked still.

A few more seconds more and I would've had his cock in my hands for a good stroke but Stephon came rushing in the bathroom and pried me off of him. I snarled at him, trying to get back at that juicy cock. Something's wrong and I needed a good hard pounding. If I didn't, I swear I'll fuck Kirk or Stephon to pieces.

Fast forward later that day, they had me strapped down to the wooden four-post bed as I writhed and snapped at them like a feral animal. I tossed my head from side to side, arching up off the bed, sobbing in frustration.

Don't they get it? Holding me down won't fix it. My ass being rammed into the mattress will fix it. A rock-solid cock to drill my aching hole into tomorrow where the fuck goes on and on will fix it.

"Kirk, baby, I'm thirsty." I cooed in a voice that didn't belong to me.

Kirk gazed at me warily, turning away from his hushed conversation with Stephon, which I knew involved me and my weird behavior. Ever since I almost gobbled down his cock, he kept a safe distance away from me. I was still angry at him for running off like a pussy and leaving me to get impaled to death. He explained that he had to separate us because if we were together Drakos' dragon would've killed him. So he stayed close and watched like a fucking critic. I should've bitten his cock off that's what.

Anyway, he's staring at me strangely now.

"I'll fetch him a glass of water." Stephon's trifling ass offered and I rolled my eyes with an annoyed groan. I did not want him. Fuck. Can't these dumb asses take a hint?

I glared at him until he departed and then fixated my eyes on Kirk who resembled a good fuck right now.

"I asked you for water." My tone was icy.

He stared at me with deep concern before he responded. "He did something to you. I don't know exactly what, but you're not the Asche I know."

"I am Asche, you idiot." I spat, annoyed and ashamed altogether by my uncharacteristic behavior.

His mouth thinned and I watched as his upper lip twitched but he said nothing, he just kept staring with worry etched on his features. "It's a good thing I called Falcon because I don't know how to handle all of this." He gestured around the room, sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose with a shake of his head.

"That's too bad," I said, staring at him hungrily. "I'm pretty sure I can handle that." My eyes locked on his private regions and a slow, seductive smile peeled on my lips. Kirk raised his eyes to the heavens in exasperation just as Stephon walked in carrying a glass of water in his hand.

I glowered at him as he brought the glass to my lips and I drank it eagerly, the glower continuing over the rim of the glass as I drank. When he withdrew, I swallowed and said, "Why are you doing this? Is it because you pity me, the dragon's bitch or is it because you have a modicum of goodness in you that made me befriend you?"

Stephon stepped away, holding my gaze with a stoic expression, finally replying with, "I'll leave that for your sober mind to figure out." Then he strode off, leaving me with Kirk again.

I frowned feeling the heat rush to my brain suddenly and I winced, groaning in pain as my stomach twisted into a tight knot. What the hell? Is this baby angry with me?

"What did he do to you, Asche? Do you remember?" Kirk asked after seating himself in a chair positioned by the bedside.

After taking deep breaths I knitted my brows in deep thought, running through the strip of memories in my mind, recalling the salty taste of the dragon's semen that sent my body into a heated frenzy.

"His cock juice, probably," I said nonchalantly.

Kirk sat up straight from where he sat, his interest piqued. "Are you certain?"

"Who knows, that fucker really could've worked black magic on me and I wouldn't have a clue."

Kirk facepalmed himself, sitting back with an exasperated sigh. "I have to speak with Falcon. He must know what might have transpired."

"He's not talking foolishness. It could be his semen." Stephon interjected, walking into the room to gaze at me.

"And how do you know?" Kirk questioned, folding his arms across his chest. When Stephon quirked a brow he immediately said, "You know what, scratch that, I'm the only one here that's not fucking a dragon shifter. So what do I know."

Stephon grinned and sat on the edge of the bed to regard me. "I slept with Falcon several times during his heat and I must say, it was mind-blowing. He fucked me real good for hours. I couldn't function well for the rest of the week. Anyway, the only person that can satiate this hunger is Drakos. Until they fuck each other into fatigue, this longing will linger until they both lose their minds. I suggest you put them in a room together and let them have their way."

"Hey, I'm right here," I told him, grimacing.

"So you're telling me to allow him to take a chance with him when the odds are stacked against him? Drakos may shift while they're having their way." Kirk did the quote fingers and that made me chuckle.

They both stared at me with reprimanding looks.

"I'm sorry, okay. Jeez." I threw my hands up.

The sound of the front door opening caught our attention and moments later, Falcon came waltzing with a disturbed expression.

"What is it?" Stephon stood up in alarm.

"We have a problem."

Here we go again.

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