With my dragon preening and leaning into his touch, my chest pulses with too many emotions to process all at once. Iwant to scoop him up and stomp back to the house, locking us both in my hoard room for eternity.
Xaze’s eyelids flutter. “Soon.”
“What?”
“I want to be alone with you too. It’ll happen when we’re done with our work.”
“Work?”
That’s when Mac loudly clears his throat. Shit. I totally lost the plot.
“Right. Interlaken.”
Xaze nods, smiling. “Should I just climb up?”
Extending my right leg, I nod. “Climb up and hold on.”
As Xaze makes his way onto my back, I feel every touch searing my dragon scales, making me aware of his exact position. He slides between the horns lining my back, wrapping his legs and arms around the one at the base of my skull. He leans forward, brushing fiery lips to my head.
“Can you hear me up here?”
I can’t hear much else. “Yes.”
“Oooh.” He wiggles. “Your whole body vibrates when you speak. Not a good time to make me horny for you, deliciae.”
I snort a laugh. “Can’t help it.”
“Eeep.” He blows out a breath. “We better get going before I embarrass us.”
With a nod, I glance at my brother. He’s smaller than me—and will be until he fully matures—and impatiently stomping back and forth on his four legs.
“Lead the way, Mac.”
He glances at me then lopes forward in a brief run before he takes flight. I’m right behind him, shaking the trees around us with my steps before lifting off the ground.
“All the hounds of hell,” Xaze exclaims. “This is amazing.”
My dragon chuffs with pride as Xaze clings to me. The air passing over us is cool, which is probably the only thing keeping us from bursting into flames.
I can’t help showing off, doing flips and twists in the air that draw excited giggles from my demon.
My mate?
I let that thought bounce around my head for a few seconds before pushing it back. We have bigger issues to tackle at the moment.
If we’re really mates, we have all the time in the world to figure things out.
MONTROSE
After flying over the ocean,I finally relax enough to open my arms and let the air make me feel like I’m the one with wings at the moment. I thought demon travel was pretty badass, but being on the back of a magnificent dragon tops all other modes of travel.
The sound of Tino’s wings flapping heavily soothes me, creating a sense of security that is both foreign and surprisingly welcome. IknowI’m safe right now, and if I slipped he would catch me. Would I survive a fall from this height? Well, yes, but not unscathed. And a dip in the cold Atlantic ocean is no demon’s idea of a good time.
While I was thinking, we crossed onto land, quickly passing over the countries of Europe. Tino dips lower so I can see the monuments of Big Ben and then the Eiffel Tower. I briefly wonder how dragons avoid radar and air space issues, but who am I to question how other supernatural beings do their thing?
The Swiss Alps come into view, and seconds after that, a pristine lake. Sunlight glimmers on the surface, reflecting thequaint countryside around it, and Mac descends with Tino following right behind him.
The whole trip took a couple of hours at best. Take that, commercial airline industry.
