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A LAIR SO SINFUL – EXCLUSIVE BONUS CHAPTER

ZOEY ELLIS

A Lair So Sinful – Exclusive Chapter

Copyright © 2021 by Zoey Ellis. All rights reserved

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First Edition: March 2021

A LAIR SO SINFUL EXCLUSIVE BONUS CHAPTER

This chapter is an extra bonus featuring Nyro and I’mya from A Lair So Sinful.

This takes pace about a month from the end of the book. This extra chapter contains spoilers.

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I’mya glared at Nyro as he carried her back to their chambers.

He glared back at her.

Dayatha’s footsteps followed behind them, but I’mya couldn’t see her. She would deal with her later.

“You can’t keep me locked in our chambers,” she snapped at Nyro, a surge of anger overwhelming her. “It’s not healthy, and I don’t like it!”

“You will be kept safe!” Nyro barked. “We discussed this numerous times.”

“Yes, but we didn’t agree,” I’mya said. “Where can be safer for me than in your lair?”

“Where can be safer for you than my chambers?” Nyro shot back. “Or my bed?”

I’mya huffed out a harsh breath and quietly fumed as he stormed down the corridor. Sometimes, there was just no point in arguing with him, but this time he’d gone too far. Since the announcement of her pregnancy a month ago, he barely let her out of his sight. He accompanied her everywhere she went. The only time she was free of him was when he went hunting with Sanderyll.

Today, she had snuck out while he was sleeping. Thanks to her Thrakondarian lessons and her magical casting sessions, she’d manage to disable the charm he frequently used on the door. If it hadn’t been for Dayatha betraying her, she would have spent a lovely afternoon in the garden.

It wasn’t as though she didn’t enjoy or want Nyro’s presence. She craved it most of the time. When he was with her she was at peace, and she felt safe. But she wanted to be able to move around the lair as freely as she had before, and now she was stuck in his room most of the time, or what limited room he permitted her to go. It wasn’t good enough. He’d even lessened the amount of time they spent together riding Sanderyll! That was the biggest blow. It meant she didn’t get to spend as much time with Sanderyll as Nyro, and that was unfair to them all.

When they arrived back at the chambers, Nyro placed her down the bed and she got up immediately, walking across the room.

“I’mya.” There was a warning in his tone, but I’mya didn’t care.

She paced the room, her fists clenched. “I will not be treated like a prisoner for however long this pregnancy lasts! The king and the queen cannot access this lair without significant resources that they don’t have. You’re overreacting.”

“The king sent you in here,” Nyro pointed out, his eyes dark. “All they had to do was erase your memory and you didn’t know you were a threat to us. There is no reason to believe the king is going to end it there.” He sat down on the chair next to the Dao board, glaring at her. “And it’s not just that, this pregnancy is too unique, too unusual for us to be relaxed about it. We don’t know what you will experience. You have to be monitored constantly.”

“But I never get any peace or privacy. I cannot go on like this, Nyro!”

“You will,” Nyro ordered. “You will not endanger our child because you feel bored.” He gestured to the Dao board. “Let’s play.”

I’mya could have screamed.

“There is no point in fighting it,” he added, as though that was the end of the conversation. “Everyone agrees.”

I’mya had the urge to pick up every single thing in the room and throw them at him. He hadn’t allowed her to even attend the last clan meeting, and yet he came back with all of the stipulations and rules that the brothers had somehow agreed to. The brothers had previously told her, during her ordination, as she was entitled and invited to attend any clan meeting and she’d intended to do that, pregnant or not. She wanted the war to be over—for people to be able to rebuild their lives and cities again. And anything she could do to support the dragorai in their efforts, she considered honoring her family. She hadn’t even been able to find out exactly all the things that the dragorai had been doing across the Realm yet because she got pregnant so quickly.

Dayatha was no help. She wanted I’mya to familiarize herself with the typical dragorai pregnancy, but they all knew it was bound to be different because she had no dan askha.

As she glared at Nyro, the shivers started, and she cursed out loud.

An annoying smirk spread across Nyro’s face. He got up from the chair and headed toward her.

The shivers were a new and recent development of her pregnancy that was known to dragorai-omegas. The child required a lot of heat, and it drew on hers so quickly that her body temperature dropped dramatically. She needed to be with Nyro, flush against his hot body for the shivers to calm, otherwise they become quite violent and she could potentially become ill.

Nyro lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. “You have to understand that this is for your own good,” he said to I’mya. “It may not be pleasant, but you are just doing your duty. It can be boring or annoying, but it still must be done.”

“Don’t lecture me, Nyro,” I’mya snapped. He was behaving as if he was the perfect dragorai who had maintained all his duties every day in the multiple centuries he’d been alive.

She placed her head on his chest and straddled him, pushing her body as much as she could up against his torso while cursing that she had to be in this position right now. His hard, hot body and comforting, rich scent soothed her anger—just like he knew it would. And by the time the shivers stopped, the peak of her anger had tampered down.

Nyro pulled her way from his chest to look at her, stroking her hair as he nuzzled her face. He kissed down her neck and groaned as he brushed his tongue on her nipple. “There are things we can do if you are bored, fireball.” The husky tone of his voice affected her more than she wanted it to.

“I don’t want to do anything,” she breathed. “You never listen to me.”

“I am listening, fireball,” he murmured against her breast. “But your safety and the safety of this pregnancy is too important.”

He moved to the other, scaled breast, and when he captured her nipple, she couldn’t help but cry out. That breast had been sensitive since she’d conceived, and any attention it received had her almost at an orgasm. As Nyro sucked, she was already gathering slick, her kon aching to be filled.

But Nyro knew that, which is why he continuously used it against her.

She reached for his pants, releasing his length and eagerly positioning herself over it. But Nyro flipped her onto the bed on her stomach and smothered her with his body.

She sighed, enjoying the warmth and weight as he spread her legs and pushed his length into her.

He nuzzled into her neck as he stretched her slowly, and then bit her ear hard. Before she could react, he was pumping into her hard and fast, his body thumping on hers until the whole bed shook.

I’mya mumbled into the bed, savoring the raw brutally of his force. She was already primed from his attentions on her breast, so her climax forced its way onto her before she was ready, jolting her into that tumultuous, primal ecstasy.

After he knotted her, she lay under him, comfortable but still unhappy with her situation. He wouldn’t listen to her. He was too concerned about the baby.

A flash of black by the window caught her eye, and she lifted her head to see Sanderyll flying over the mountain range, close to the mountain. And suddenly she had an idea.

The next morning, she asked Nyro to get her some specific threads for her embroidery, I’mya went straight to the window and searched for Sanderyll in the bright skies.

Closing her eyes, she focused on the air around her, feeling for the thick magic in her immediate vicinity. Within a few moments, she heard the beating of Sanderyll’s wings.

As he flew closer to the window, he hovered, waiting for her. Taking a breath, I’mya began to cast. Magic responded immediately, swirling around her and lifted her into the air. Directing her attention, she focused on the diamond-shaped satin patch of scales on Sanderyll’s back, and the magic seamlessly floated her over until she landed on his back.

She released a breath of tension, thankful that she’d managed to get there. Dropping down to sit cross-legged on San, and placed her scaled hand on his neck. Immediately the dragon shot away from the mountain, beating his wings rapidly in response to her urgency. There was no doubt Nyro would be returning to the room any moment, and she did not want him to use magic on her and San before they had the chance to get far enough away.

Sanderyll sailed over the mountain range, until they arrived at the Vattoro Temple, which was in Khyros’ lair. As they neared, I’mya got to her feet, steadying herself to use magic again in the air. It was quite unsettling to simply drift through the air by no other means, but she’d learned in her lessons that the potency and energy behind magic stemmed from the chant. She done it once before, but at that time she was so emotionally distraught, if she had fallen it wouldn’t have made much difference to her.

Focusing her mind, she cast carefully making sure her pronunciation and her rhythm was correct. The magic swirled around her, lifting her up again and drifting her over to the entrance of the Vattoro Temple.

From what I’mya understood, the Vattoro temple was a separate space that had its own entrance but was still part of Khyros’s lair. As she landed and walked to the entrance, she was immediately greeted by stewards, one male, one female.

“No one was expected today,” said the female.

“I know,” I’mya said. “I am sorry for the unexpected arrival, but I need to speak to Khyros. It is a matter of urgency.”

They both inclined their heads and one left while the other led her into the temple.

The temple looked as incredible as it always had; clearly the Vattoro’s were wealthy. Among the many clans that had existed back in the Dragorai Age, the Vattoro clan had been one of the wealthiest and the oldest.

She sat down at the table and waited.

It didn’t take long for Khyros to arrive. Slightly larger and more muscular the Nyro, Khyros was also tan like him, but he had jet black hair and dark green eyes. I’mya had been shocked to realize that all of the dragorai-alphas had different looks and came from different parts of the realms. She wasn’t sure where Khyros came from. His features didn’t seem native to any particular area that she was aware of, but he’d also been born in a different time. He stepped into the temple, eyeing her carefully. “Where is Nyro?”

“He is what I have come to talk about.”

“Is he all right?”

“Yes.”

“Then why didn’t you come together?”

I’mya pressed her lips together to gather her thoughts before she spoke. Everyone else spoke to Khyros with such respect and care. She didn’t want to be emotional. “He is treating me like a prisoner in my own home. When I speak to him about it, he never listens.”

Khyros said nothing for a long moment and then stepped into the temple and slowly made his way to the raised seat at the head; only he sat in that coveted spot. “He is trying to keep you protected,” he said finally. “There is nothing wrong with that.”

“Even if it makes me miserable?” I’mya asked. “Among lesser-mortal pregnancies, the mother’s mood and emotions are important. I’m doubt I’m supposed to be unhappy while carrying this child.”

Khyros stood by his chair as he thought for a moment. “I suppose that could be argued.” He sat in his chair and then leaned forward and clasped his hand on the table. “Are you requesting that I interfere with your relationship with him? Because that will not be taken well.”

“I know,” I’mya admitted. “But I don’t know else to do. I am suffocating. He won’t even let me spend time with Sanderyll.”

Khyros frowned. “Then I shall have to summon the other brothers.”

“Why?” I’mya said. “I thought as the head of the clan, you could make these decisions privately within couples.”

“Normally, yes,” Khyros said. “But your pregnancy impacts all of us, and all of us must be aware of what’s happening. Nyro took some time to understand this himself in that meeting. He does not want anyone else interfering. So if I go this route, it will be difficult.”

Footsteps and bellowing from the entrance caught I’mya’s attention, and before she could get out of the chair, Nyro stormed into the temple followed by Tyomar.

“I’mya!” he roared. The moment he saw Khyros, everything seemed to harden on him. His whole body inflating, his face contorting to something unrecognizable. “What are you doing here alone with my pregnant mate?” he roared.

Khyros rose from the table. “I was about to summon you. Calm down, Nyro.”

“She should not be out of our chambers!” he roared. “Why didn’t you return her immediately!”

At that, Khyros’ face darkened. I’mya wasn’t sure why at first, but then she remembered that Khyros’ dragon was missing. He wouldn’t have been able to get I’mya back to Nyro unless she summoned Sanderyll.

Nyro’s chest was heaving and reddening, his anger directed at Khyros. He was going to breathe fire at his own brother!

“No!” I’mya yelled. She ran to him. “Don’t, Nyro.”

He snatched her up and held her against him, his gaze fiercely dark. “Do you know how worried I was when I entered our chambers to find you gone, I’mya!” Smoke puffed out from his mouth as he spoke.

“You forced me to,” she said. She placed her palms on his cheeks, hoping to cool him down. The shivers were starting. “You keep me prisoner.”

His face twisted, but I’mya brushed her lips against his. “My shivers are starting again. You can fight your brother or you can hold me and listen.”

Nyro’s nostril flared, his whole body still vibrating with anger, but he didn’t move for a long moment. Then wrapped his arms tight around her, glaring at her.

I’mya swallowed. “I know you are concerned about the pregnancy and the baby,” she began. She turned to the other brothers. “I know all of you are.”

Nyro growled and jolted her in his arms. “Do not speak to them. You speak to me!”

I’mya tried to school her expression as she turned back to him. “Dayatha said that this pregnancy could last as long as a year. I can’t be stuck in our chambers that long. I will die.”

“But you are with me!” Nyro ground out. “You have your mate who is providing for you. What more do you need?”

“My dragon,” she said simply.

Nyro’s face dropped.

“I have to be able to see and connect with San, Nyro. It’s not healthy for the baby, and it’s not healthy for us.”

“I understand that, I’mya,” Nyro ground out. “But there are many things that could happen when you fly, and accidents are the least of our worries.”

“Dragorai-omegas used to do it. Their connection with their dragon was important for pregnancies.”

“But not essential,” Nyro said. “Dayatha already told me, I’mya. It’s not essential.”

Tears filled I’mya eyes. “So you will keep me chained to our chambers for a year? No matter how it affects us all?”

Nyro exhaled heavily and he broke his gaze, his hot breath warming her face.

I’mya sighed, closing her eyes and enjoying his heat.

“I’mya.” Nyro’s hoarse voice was strained.

Silence filled the hall.

“We can help, Nyro.” Tyomar stepped toward them. “Ryndross, Yorgnel, and Ornendor already patrol the boundaries of your range. We can also escort I’mya when she and San need to fly.”

I’mya opened her eyes and watched Nyro for his response.

“And I can create some enchantments to keep your range safe,” Khyros said, gruffly. It sounded as though he had been preparing to breathe fire too.

I’mya smiled gratefully at them both. Khyros, in particular, was known to be the best caster in this history of the Realm.

Nyro glanced at his brothers and nodded at them, then turned and looked out of the temple.

“I warn you, I’mya,” Nyro growled as he floated them over to Sanderyll’s back, “If you ever disappear again, I will chain you to our chambers.”

I’mya nodded, too cold to answer and she was shivering as they landed.

As Sanderyll headed back to their lair, Nyro lay her down on her back and cuddled her close, surrounding her with his body.

Sanderyll intermittently released a coil of fire from his mouth, sending a rush of warmth through his body that helped to warm I’mya.

After a while, she warmed up, and noticed that they hadn’t headed back to the lair, but were soaring over the range. “I thought we were going back to the lair?” she asked.

Nyro made a noise in the back of his throat. “I want to hold you for a while. We can watch the skies until I am ready to let you go.”

I’mya smiled, feeling the relieved emotions of man and beast through their bond.

And he didn’t let her go all night.

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