Silly questions. I know the answer; I sense his affection and admiration. The warmth of our bond pulsates, grows. My knees weaken. He tangles his hands into my hair and grasps my head. I need our connection as much as he does.
This time together and these moments.
Father coughs and Mother sighs. We finally separate.
Turning, I find them staring at us. Mortification hits and I blush, wiping my lips. But I’m not sorry.
I’ve never given myself away to affection easily, and here I am…Hard Aida falling.Pulling away from Zaeyr’s grasp, I move to the table and sit awkwardly. He joins me at my side completely nonplussed and I kind of hate him for it—jealous of his coolness.
Silence falls as everyone resettles at the table. The two scouts with their spears move to stand stiffly by the door. My heart thunders in my ears.
But my spine straightens, and I level my gaze at those sitting across from me.
Mother eyes Zaeyr questionably.
“You summoned us,” I snap when no one speaks.
Nata frowns. She looks at Zaeyr. “Can you assure us that you will not attack anyone else in this room?”
“Unless you try to harm Aida or take her away from me, I will not hurt you,” he mutters.
Mother coughs. Nata licks her lips.
Father’s brow furrows. He looks directly at me. “Aida, are you safe?” he asks.
“Yes. Yes, I’m safe.”
He turns back to Zaeyr. “Then we will not take her away from you at this time.”
18
Mine
“Delina has accused Zaeyr of assault.”The male elder says this, and I scoff. He is Aida’s father, I know. I can smell the similarities between them.
Tabach is his name, I remind myself.
He studies me. “Do you deny this accusation…dragon?”
Aida mumbles angrily beside me.
Taking her hand, I stop her from coming to my defense. “I deny it.”
“Can you prove you did not do this?”
“She’s lying, Father,” Aida snaps anyway.
My human, who does not even take commands from me.If I did not still smell the other male’s scent in the air, I would smile. My instincts urge me to chase him down, punish him, but it is Aida and her clansmen who convince me otherwise.
There is also a more pressing need to slam Aida to the floor and mount her in front of everyone, show them who she belongs to, whoIbelong to. My shaft—though ever hard under the comet—grows harder at the thought.
But logic tells me that will not go well.Not with humans, anyway. Especially not in front of her sire and mother.
If we were dragons, it would be different…
Young femdragons in heat were given to the strongest male dragon by her sire and mother to seed, to learn the proper course of mating.I am that strong male here—the strongest perhaps in all the wilds.
“Can you prove you did not do this?” Tabach asks, breaking my thoughts.
