Owned by the Dragons

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Lucian

“You need a mate.” My second said from his perch on my dresser. “It’ll secure your territory.”

“I haven’t found one suitable to my needs,” I growled out, loosening my tie.

“It can just be a contract marriage.”

I tilted my head to the side, slowly closing my eyes. Inhaling, trying to keep my temper in check. “Bash.”

“I know, I’m not just saying this as your second but as your brother. It doesn’t have to mean anything, our thrall knows that there is no challenge. We just need the others to know the same. A mate will do that for you. It doesn’t mean that they’ll be the one.”

“Fine, I’ll look for someone. I make no promises.” I said, opening my eyes. Dragging my fingers through my dark hair, I waved him off. An offering was coming, Bash didn’t need to be here for that. He chuckled, a dark sound as he hopped off the dresser. We'd been born from the same father, but my brother looked like his mother. Pale, with golden eyes that saw more than his calm demeanor let on. His red hair fell down his back in a mass of curls that never seemed to stay in place.

"You should let off some steam, it'll make your hunt for a mate bearable."

"It hasn't helped you," I said and he let out a laugh before slipping out of the room. Closing the door behind him, I let out a groan.

It had been far too long since I’d had a good f**k and from what I’d seen on the security cameras when they’d been brought in. Either of them would do, I hoped they fought me. I wanted to see that spark of a challenge before they lost the will to go on.

To see the hope die in their eyes as they realized that there was no escape.

My d**k was already half-hard at the thought. Slipping off my black suit jacket, I moved to the closet. Pulling out a hanger, I hung up my jacket, careful to shake out all the wrinkles before placing it back into the closet and closing the door.

A gentle knock sounded at my door and I smiled to myself. I was looking forward to tonight. I’d use them, toss them to the others when I was done. Moving to my sitting area, I flopped down onto the black leather chair, feeling it creak beneath me.

“Come in.”

Kaida pushed the door open, stepping inside. Her lips tilted into a smile as she dipped her head, “My King, I’ve brought you the tribute from the wolves of the Red Moon pack.”

She stepped into the room and my d**k went from half hard to rock hard. The black lace dress clung to her curves, showing hints of pale skin that I longed to sink my teeth into. To mark her up as she begged beneath me.

Her dress was short, stopping just at the tops of her creamy thighs. I wondered how they’d feel beneath my fingers or wrapped around my shoulders as I feasted on her cunt. Through the lace dress I could see that she wore a pair of black panties, but nothing else. My eyes moved up her body to drink in the sight of full breasts, pale pink n*****s that I could see even in the sparsely lit room. She shifted from foot to foot, arms crossing in front of her chest. Hiding herself from me.

I growled, watching her body stiffen.

My eyes traveled higher, to her soft pink lips. I wondered how they’d look swollen from my kisses and bites. When I got to her gray eyes, I saw a fire there. It excited me more than anything had in a long time.

I wanted to take her, to break her until that fire died out. Her hair was like spun gold with wisps of fire, I knew it would look good wrapped around my fist as I pounded into her p***y.

Looking over at the other, I could tell that they were siblings. Her hair was darker, her eyes didn’t hold that same fire. She was half hiding, her body clothed in white lace. This dress was more modest than the one her sister had been dressed in. Its high neckline covering skin I bet looked just like her sisters. The hem brushed across the floor, hiding her figure from me.

Her eyes, so much like her sister’s. Were shining with unshed tears. Too wide, unknowing. An innocent in all sense of the word from the scent of her.

She was too young.

I looked back at the first one. Her lips were pressed together, but she didn’t have that same fear in her eyes, worry yes. But she wasn't afraid.

“What’s your name, little bird?”

“Cass,” She whispered, shaking herself before she spoke again. “Cassandra Morton.”

“And your sister?”

She shifted, blocking her sister a little bit more, “Cora.”

“I’m Lucian, do you understand why you’re here?”

Cass nodded, her sister stood behind her not saying a word. Letting out a sigh, I looked back at the older of the two. “When I speak, you will answer. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” Cass said, her voice a little louder than before. There was a certain kind of melody to the way that she spoke that intrigued me. “M, my sister is afraid. She understands you too.”

“You speak for her?”

“I do.” She said, her back going up straighter as she dropped her arms.

“She reminds me of Kaji.” Kaida said as she came further into the room, “So protective.”

Lifting an eyebrow, I smiled. I could use that. If her sister was her weakness, I could get her to give me so much more before she broke. Humans with a reason to live gave more of a challenge. Something shot through me that I wasn’t used to with that knowledge.

“Would you do anything to keep your sister safe, little bird?”