I thought about touching myself.
Just to take the edge off.
Just to release some of this tension coiled in my core.
My hand drifted down my stomach, fingers tracing the waistband of my pajama shorts. I could picture Kenji watching me do this—those dark eyes burning as I pleasured myself for him.
No.
I pulled my hand away.
I wanted Kenji here when I came. Wanted to feel him, not just imagine him.
I’ll wait for the real thing.
Before I pulled up the blankets over me, I caught sight of the fantasy book.
When the Dragon Swallowed the Moon.
I reached for it without thinking, my fingers tracing the embossed title.
The last time I'd read this book, everything had been different.
I remembered where I'd left off.
Sol—the Lowly girl with ice in her veins—had just discovered that Korin, the terrifying dragon who'd been burning cities to ash, could take human form. He'd followed her through the streets of her ruined kingdom, smelling of jasmine, stormwater, and flame. She'd tried to fight him, tried to run, but he'd caught her anyway.
And then he'd taken her.
Carried her across the sky in his massive claws, over mountains, forests, and an endless silver ocean, all the way to his lair—a hollowed-out mountain filled with treasure beyond imagination. Gold coins heaped like sand dunes. Rubies the size of apples. Skeletal kings still seated on their thrones, crowns glittering on rotted skulls.
Sol had woken up naked on a bed of furs, surrounded by wealth, and with a sleeping dragon curled around her like a possessive god.
And when she'd tried to escape, he'd caught her again.
He'd told her the truth—that she wasn't human at all. That she'd been born from an egg, found by the Lowly parents who raised her. That her ice magic wasn't just power; it was proof of what she really was.
A dragon.
His mate.
He'd shown her that his fire couldn't burn her. That her ice couldn't truly hurt him. In fact, it only brought him pleasure.
He'd tasted her with that massive tongue, claimed her with heat and want, and she'd been helpless to deny the desire that bloomed in response.
And just when she'd begun to accept the impossible truth of her existence, Korin had revealed one final secret.
He had a twin brother.
Another dragon king.
And he was taking her to meet him.
Two dragon twins sharing a single mate?
The possessiveness, the heat, the inevitable collision of all that power?
Maybe, I’ll read a little until Kenji returns.
