Atlas grunts. “Time?”
Drax opens both eyes, sitting up slightly. “Oh, right. We’re home. What’s going on?”
My brain is still stuck on the words “we’re home.” My dragon likes it too, pushing closer to the surface to stay near our mate.
“I went topside for a few hours,” Atlas says. “Flew around and picked up Rune’s scent.”
“You did? Where?”
Atlas scratches the back of his neck, looking slightly uncomfortable. “He’s bouncing around. I think he knows, or at least suspects, we might be following him. His last known location was a sex den in Amsterdam.”
“A sex den?” Drax says. “Randy little mage, huh?”
“No,” Atlas says. “He just goes there for the energy.”
I tilt my head. “How do you know that?”
Atlas shrugs, shifting his considerable weight from one foot to the other.
“Because you saw him?” A slow grin spreads over Drax’s face. “Do you like the mage, Atlas?”
He shakes his head earnestly. “No, but his scent is in my nose, and I can’t shake it until we’re done.”
How interesting.
“We should go before I lose him again,” Atlas says. “I’ll wait outside.”
He leaves and Drax stretches his arms above his head, tempting me to bury us in the blankets for another round, but we have work to do.
“Gargoyles are immune to most magic.” Drax slides out of bed. “It’s rather fascinating that Rune’s scent is bothering Atlas so much.”
“I think so too.” I grab my jeans from the floor and pull them on. “I hope it’s not dangerous.”
“Me too.” Drax flicks his wrist and produces a pair of the shortest shorts that could still be shorts before we’d have to call them underwear. They do nothing to cover his considerable assets and biteable ass.
“Uh, babe, can you put something on that’s less distracting?”
He looks down at himself. “These are distracting?”
I nod, licking my lips. “Maybe you have some looser fitting pants?”
He frowns, thinks for a second, then flicks his wrist again and the shorts shift to a pair of black pants that are far from baggy but an improvement.
“How’s this?”
“Good. I don’t need the whole underworld lusting after you.”
Drax giggles. “As if they haven’t seen my nudity already. But you’re right.” His expression turns serious. “I have a mate now,and my body is only for you.” He flicks his wrist again, producing a t-shirt instead of the usual belly baring tank top. “Good?”
“Yeah, but in private you can wear whatever you like.”
“Or nothing?” He raises an eyebrow. “I much prefer it when we’re naked.”
“Me too.”
We gaze at each other for a few moments, the bond between us vibrating and warm. My thoughts race with all the things I want to do and say, but Drax provides the voice of reason.
“We should go find Rune.”
