“If you’re going to stay, we havegotto get you some new clothes,” Shadow says, gesturing to his own modern human suit. He grins and wraps an arm around my friend. “Jace—can I call you Jace?—stick with me. UnlessI’m wrong, and I never am, Luke’s going to be seriously busy for the next while.”
Jacenrevener shoots me a questioning glance, eyebrow cocked.
I nod. For all his mischief, the werepanther has adapted to living on Earth surprisingly well. If Jacenrevener plans to stay, he could do far worse than to have Shadow’s assistance.
Two older women peel away from Skye to flank me, one tall and regal with brown skin and hair, the other a short, plump blonde with a light complexion, who bears a family resemblance to my beloved. Her aunts.
“Do you love her?” the tall one asks, dark eyes assessing.
“Of course he does!” the short one says, all sweetness like her niece. Then her smile wavers, and she peers up at me. “Right?”
“I love her more than I’ve ever loved anyone,” I say.
“I knew it! I’m Betty.” The blonde throws her arms around me in an exuberant hug.
I’m even more surprised when the brunette squeezes me even harder, murmuring, “I’m Irene. Welcome to the family.”
It’s easy to see Skye gets her loving nature from them, and the thought of her relatives welcoming me so readily cracks open the last of the walls around my heart.
“Now go get your girl,” Irene says. “Or you two will be trapped here all night.”
“And you’ve got better things to do.” Betty giggles, turning a bright pink.
My tail slides up Skye’s legs, passing her knees and brushing against one inner thigh. Even with all of the music and chatter, I hear her gasp laced with desire. My arm snakesbetween two of the other witches, and before they can protest, I use my flying magic to half-pull, half-levitate Skye from their midst.
She comes giggling and happy into my arms, and the noise goes straight to my cocks. I almost sprint from the room, moving with far less decorum than a dragon should display in my haste. I don’t care. I don’t care about superiority or respect or any of a million other words typically used to describe dragons. I only care about this woman and how quickly I can knot her and make her mine.
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
Lukendevener
I stoke my internal fires and throw a bubble of warmth around us as I cross the Town Hall’s lobby. As soon as we’re through the doors, I fling us into the sky, wings beating hard as I angle us toward my castle.
Skye nestles against me, so soft and warm and right. Her sweet and spicy scent fills the air, and the need to taste her makes me fly faster than I ever have before.
My castle rises out of the winter-kissed forest, its stone bathed silver by moonlight.
No.Ourcastle.
“You will live with me,” I growl. It doesn’t emerge as a question.
“Yes.”
“I like this word.” I lean down to nip at her lips. “I will make you say it often.”
I land on the highest tower and shoulder through the door, which opens onto a spiraling set of stairs. I thunder down them without breaking stride, bringing us out into my bedroom. Since my bathroom takes up its own floor, this room is twice the size of the guest rooms. It’s circled by windows on all sides, each hung with heavy burgundy velvet drapes, and all of the furniture is ancient, made of heavy slabs of walnut stained a deep brown and carved with all the fancifulness of the Baroque era. There’s a bed, numerous dressers, a desk, bookcases, and a seating area, complete with several chairs and small side tables.
“That’s without a doubt the biggest bed I’ve ever seen.” Awe fills Skye’s voice as she twists in my arms, trying for a better view.
I set her down beside it, her red dress coordinating with the burgundy covers. “You look even more beautiful in this dress than I imagined,” I growl, my fingers ghosting over the straps of its halter top. “You’ll look even better when it’s decorating my floor.”
I untie the bow at the back of her neck, letting the soft fabric fall to puddle at her waist. She wears a red bustier decorated with pink bows and lace. It holds her delectable breasts high like an offering to the gods. I groan and fall to my knees, licking and sucking at their mounded tops, chasing the taste of her skin with my tongue. Impatient fingers find the fastening of her skirt and slip the dress to the floor. I rock back on my heels, the better to take her in. She wears little red panties and a matching garter belt, all covered in more pink lace and bows. Her thigh-high stockings are a matching pink topped with red lace.
“You look delectable, baby girl.” I watch her pupils dilate as she reacts to the words she loves so well.
Our heights the same with me on my knees, I pull her close for a kiss. My fangs nip at her lower lip, wanting to stake my own claim on the one she always bites. She opens for me on a moan that I match as my tongue glides forward to tangle with hers.
I pour everything into this kiss, as several lifetimes of longing now find a home in her, my Skye. My love.
