Page 11 of Jay's Silence

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Page 11 of Jay's Silence

I clenched my fist, and the screen cracked in my grip. My dick twitched, trying to harden. I released the scales on my back, letting blood flow out of me there to keep my dick flaccid and my mind rational. Bitterly, I wished Jay was here so I could kiss her and shock my rut back to submission.

Maybe I was mad.

Or maybe the world was mad.

I needed to understand what I’d walked into by marking Jay.

CHAPTER FIVE

JAIYANA

Iwoke only a few hours later, tucked between two hot, naked dragon shifters. Warmth filled my chest and made me want to snuggle deeper into them. A spot of bright orange from the sunrise outlined the storm shutters before melting into day. Light plinking sounds cut through the dense air still filling the room from Og’s spellwork, reminding me of our precarious situation.

This was the opposite of what I wanted. Except it wasn’t.

And therein lies the problem. Literally.

Og pulled me closer while Tyson stretched out on my other side, scowling at the ceiling.

The ceiling. “Shit.” I craned my neck again, looking for the faint blink. My odd movements drew the attention of Og and Tyson, who copied me. After a few moments, Tyson swore and stood. Still deliciously buck naked, he shifted part of his claws and ripped a vent off the wall, pulling out a tiny camera wired into the blackness beyond.

“Do you think Lux installed it?” Og asked hopefully.

I patted the much too-optimistic warlock on the chest. “Yup, that’s why it was still working even though I got angry and broke Lux’s smart home system yesterday.”

“That’s a relief,” Og responded.

I pushed up and looked the warlock in the eye. “Lux didn’t hide a secret camera in his bedroom. That was his controlling asshole father. I’d bet my stomach on it.”

Og blushed, and I nipped the tip of his nose before remembering I wasn’t supposed to do any of that.

Tools, I mean, some people nip their tools on the nose.

Crazy people.

Between coffee, food, and showers, we located five more of the little hidden cameras, though those wouldn’t have gotten quite the same show. With their broken husks piled on a pool table, we found ourselves standing, pacing, and sitting in Lux’s middle floor – the bit with a bar.

Because that’s the critical bit--you’ve got a problem.

I just made an unintentional porno. Maybe I deserve a drink.

That’s technically a sex offense. It’s a crime. You’ve been violated, Jay: you and your mates.

My stomach churned uneasily, but I pushed past the sensation. What was done was done. We needed to move forward.

Despite my self-judgment, I didn’t have a drink in my hands. I forced myself to breathe, balling up my emotions to focus on what was important.

A portrait of Lux, sitting with the Air King and a few dragons I didn’t know, hung slightly askew on the wall. The artist captured Lux’s beauty, including the sad smile he wore as he gazed not at the painter but at something only he saw.

Lux had rightfully run from this castle, only to return to save me. Because I’d been injured and unable to speak, the kindestand most patient dragon shifter I’d ever known was back in the clutches of his abuser.

Over my dead body would I leave this castle without him.

Another faint plink cut through Og’s spell. The Air King, maybe all the dragons, were hellbent on extracting me from this tower. Tyson and Ogden’s existence inside it was probably the only reason they hadn’t continued to try and bring the entire thing down on my head.

I took a deep breath and slid to Tyson, sitting on the sofa. “Still no sign of Lux, right? His dad’s got to have him locked away. Og saw him getting dragged off.” I poked Tyson in the chest. “I know it’s a leap in logic, but he’d at least put a meme in the group chat. He doesn’t go all stoic and quiet like you and Rehan.”

“I’m nothing like the Narwal,” Tyson stated.




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