A tinge of disappointment hits me. I’d rather have my dragon all to myself instead of going out somewhere “too loud with overpriced drinks,” but the vibration of contentment in our bond and the smile spreading across Mac’s face quickly smothers any disappointment.
“Yes,” I say. “Let’s go celebrate.”
TWENTY-FOUR
MAC
“Where are we going?”Atlas asks, scratching his jaw.
“What about that delightful little den of debauchery in Santorini?” Cassius suggests. “We always find plenty of fun there.”
“Perfect.” Roman licks his lips. “I love it there.”
Drax scrunches his nose but seems to reluctantly agree. “Okay.”
“Hey.” I slide my arm around his slim waist. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. That place is very…” He shrugs. “Debauchery is a good word for it.”
“Sounds fun.”
“Maybe.”
A surge of insecurity rattles across the bond, and I get it; he’s worried. I pull him even closer, nuzzling his cheek.
“You know I only have eyes for you, right?”
He visibly relaxes, reaching up to tuck my hair behind my ear. “I needed your reassurance.”
Leaning in, I kiss him softly. “I promise I have plenty of that.”
The attraction between us is as palpable as the bond vibrating in my chest, reminding me what’s at stake with my decision. At first, mating with Drax felt like one more majorfuckup, but I really, really care for him. Maybe I more than just care. But that doesn’t lessen the life-changing decision on the table.
“Meet back in ten minutes?” Cassius says. “I need to change.”
“Same,” Roman says.
“We’ll be here,” Drax answers.
I follow him to his room, not at all interested in what I’m wearing out tonight. My mind is tangled up with too many other thoughts.
“Do you approve of my outfit?” Drax asks, holding his arms out.
“It’s just fine.”
“Would you prefer something else? Something… sexier?” He flicks his wrist and the air shimmers around him as his clothes shift from simple jeans and a shirt to shimmery hot pants that show off the perfect curve of his ass and a mesh tank that reveals his furry chest.
“Oh. Hold on.” He flicks his wrist again, assuming his human form.
“Damn. You’re so hot, Drax.”
“Which version do you prefer?”
“Both. Everything.”
He smiles, doing a little hip shimmy. “I’m happy I please you.”
“You definitely do.” I glance around. “I guess I’ll at least put on a fresh shirt since you look so nice.”
