Page 12 of Jay's Silence

I sighed while Ogden bit his lips shut, keeping perfectly still from where he leaned against the bar.

The muscles on Tyson’s chest bulged as the meathead of a fire dragon tried to inflict his will upon me with only his physical presence. “I want you out of fecking air territory. Lux can rescue himself.”

I need a drink if this argument continues.

You were literally just judging me for being near the bar!

Times change. It’s five o’clock somewhere.

I poked Tyson in the chest again, but this time, I rested my palm above his heart and straddled his ridiculously trim waist. He was playing games with me. His sudden want to share me with Og had come out of nowhere, and I didn’t believe his act for a second. I hardened my heart. He was a piece on my game board. If leaning into his new strategy is what I needed to do to bend him to my will, I would—no strings attached.

The fire prince’s pulse raced under my palm. I leaned forward and caught his earlobe between my lips, and sucked. “Help me, help him, please?”

Tension in the air tightened before rushing out with Tyson’s deflating chest. He growled unhappily, caving to my will.

Maybe you did put a spell on them.

Fuck me.

Tyson wrapped his arms around me. “We need to prove to my sire, all of fire, that I’m making my own decisions. Once my element believes in you, the other elements will fall into line. We rule this island.”

Ogden groaned.

I pulled back from Tyson and gestured to the little pile of cameras. “Someone watched you drink my orgasm until it shocked you unconscious. I don’t think we can recover from that.”

Tyson's dick twitched against my stomach, and he somehow scowled and smirked at the same time. Before growling. “Feck.”

Og snorted.

I unwrapped myself from Tyson.

“Rehan’s already made contact with us.” I gestured to Ogden’s phone, where our group chat was slowly turning into a novel. “Once I have the four of you together, we should be able to end this curse. Should.” I met each of their gazes. “Our little three-some didn’t give me even a hint of my magic back. My theory might be wrong, but it’s all I’ve got.” I clenched my fist. “But, with my magic back, no king or dragon can keep me on this island. Sheild or not.”

I expected Tyson to question my pronouncement.

Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Do we really need the Water Dingo?”

Of course, he’s focused on the competition.

Take it. He’s not arguing.

“Rehan’s our only link to anything outside the room,” I explained. “We can’t not use the tools we have.”

Tyson eyed me. “Tools?”

I grinned and batted my eyes. “Yes, tools, all four of you. Not mates.”

Og and Tyson shared a look, and my grin turned into a suspicious line. “Last night was unique. It was not my agreement to enter your weird brother-husband thing.”

“Aye, Feck me,” Tyson squeezed his eyes shut and scrubbed his ears.

“My bad,” Og held his hand up, though a guilty grin pulled at the corners of his mouth.

I wiggled expectantly, the word brother-husband waiting on the tip of my tongue if Tyson decided to push back again.

As if knowing it, Tyson glared and drew out his phone like it was a sword. “You dictate to the Foaming Sea Slug, I’ll write.”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be too big a dick.”