He inhaled.
Sol trembled as his breath washed over her—cold somehow, despite the heat of this place. It pulled at her hair, her skin, her very soul. The force of it tugged at her nipples, hardening them to aching peaks. It slid between her thighs like ghostly fingers, and she felt herself clench around nothing, desperate, empty, and wanting.
She was dripping wet between her thighs.
She could feel it now—the slick heat gathering at her core, her body preparing itself for something her mind still rejected.
The evidence of her arousal would be obvious to him. Surely dragons could smell everything. He would smell how much she wanted him. How much she wanted both of them.
Why is this happening to me?
Pyrran's growl deepened to something almost pained. His massive love sword twitched. This time a stream of silver spilled from the tip to pool on the ground beneath him.
And beneath the terror, beneath the ice of his breath and the weight of his doubt, Sol felt his heated desire.
An erotic pull.
A tempting recognition.
Her body—still warm, still aching from whatever strange fire Korin had awakened—leaned toward Pyrran too even as her mind screamed to flee.
Another dark groan left the dragon. And then something flickered in those silver eyes.
Recognition.
Hunger.
Need.
"Brother," Pyrran breathed. "She. . .smells like a dragon."
"Yes, brother. I know."
"But how could her egg have survived?"
"Does it matter?" Korin remained further behind them as if trying to give his brother and Sol space to connect. "She is here.She is ours. After all these centuries of believing we were the last. . .we have found our mate."
Pyrran's massive form shuddered.
For one breathless moment, Sol thought he might transform—might shed his scales and become a man as Korin had done. She saw the hunger in his eyes, the desperate, starving need of a creature who had waited lifetimes for something he had believed impossible.
But then his expression shifted.
Hardened.
Turned cold.
"I do not want to put my hopes in this." Those words cracked through the cavern like a whip.
Korin’s voice lowered. "Brother—"
"I do not want to be fooled." Pyrran's voice had turned to ice. "I will not fall for another witch's trick. Korin, I will not lose you to their deceptions as we lost so many others."
"She is a dragon—"
"Then letherprove it!"
Before Sol could react, Pyrran moved.
