Erik
My vision swam with red when I’d stepped out and seen Remington’s lecherous gaze roaming over my mate. The little s**t was one hundred years younger and the biggest prick I knew. Naturally, he was Dorian’s right hand, his lead warrior.
Avery looked radiant in the evening sunlight but nothing like herself. All done up in a gown typical of Ignis Terra women, but she didn’t need it. My dragon had already been furious at the mate challenge, but this intensified when we saw who challenged us.
Remington taunted me, asking if Avery’s p***y felt as soft as her skin, and it blew me into a rage. I’d been sloppy, and he’d got in more hits than he should until I’d channelled the anger into focus and brought him to his knees.
I hadn’t thought too much about how Avery might feel as I possessive
