Can a human tame a dragon?
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Tibor yanked her by her hair.
Pain jolted through her scalp, her teeth snapped together so hard, she saw spots of black. Tears squeezed out of the corner of her eyes. Still, she refused to let go of her mate.
"So strong," Tibor leaned close enough for his breath to graze her cheek.
She shivered. The hair on her forearms grew hard. Sickness bubbled up her throat. She stayed where she was. Holding on to Axel.
Tibor pulled at her.
The force was strong enough for her hands to slide down to Axel's forearms. She held on there, feeling the strength of his muscles, the curve of his biceps. The feel of his skin against her's. "Axe" she cried out.
His head twitched. He gritted his teeth and raised his head. Sweat poured down his forehead, dripping down his throat. His features were ashen. His eyelids fluttered open and locked onto her's.
She gasped. They were completely dark. She'd never seen them so perfectly black like his iris was dissolving into himself. Like his emotions were eating him from the inside out. He was trapped in a personal hell. What was he reliving right then?
Tibor let go of her hair, only to wrap his fingers around the nape of her neck.
Terror squeezed her chest. Her throat went dry. She tried to keep the fear from her face, kept her features calm, and her emotions from showing. "Axe," Her voice was strong when she spoke. "Get up, break through his hold."
Some of the darkness in his iris receded. The black lightened to dull gray. "Freya," His voice came out on a whisper.
"It's me. I'm here." She dug her nails into his skin.
His muscles jumped.
She was hurting him. But if that's what it took to get through to him, then that was fine.
Tibor hauled her up by the scruff of her neck. His lips were close to her ear. "You love him." His voice rippled over her, echoing through her head. "You can't let him die for you. Your life is over, you are tainted, you may as well give yourself to me. Release him Freya. Release Axel so he can live."