“Would you like to go home now for your things?”
I nod, even as my eyes drift to the gleaming ring twisting between his solid pecs. “That would be good.”
He pops up, dragging his hand through his hair. During dinner his glamour slowly faded, and he returned to all his demony glory.
“You might want to put clothes on.”
He crinkles his nose. “I hate them. So confining, but the human world insists.” A grin spreads across his face. “Or are we going to a magnificent dragon’s lair far away from the prying eyes of mere mortals?”
I wish I had a magnificent lair, but all I’ve got is a shitty apartment in a shitty city and a cave containing the dragon world’s strangest hoard.
“Human realm, I’m afraid.”
Drax does a little shimmy, making the air thicken around us, and right before my eyes, the horns retreat, his hair shortens, and his features humanize. He snaps his fingers and he’s suddenly wearing a pair of tight skinny jeans that do nothing to hide his finer assets, and black tank top that reveals the lower part of his belly.
My dragon actually purrs, pushing to the surface for a closer peek.I know, boy. He’s hot.
“Ready?” he asks.
“I am.”
Drax closes the distance between us, wrapping his arm around my waist and placing his now human hand on my chest. “Just think of home and we’ll be there.”
I glance over my shoulder at the guys who are effectively ignoring us. “We don’t have to tell anybody we’re leaving?”
Drax shakes his head, his crystal eyes roaming across my features. “Auri always knows where we are. He knows we’ll be back. We have no choice.” He taps my nose with his fingertip. “Now close your eyes, pretty dragon.”
I do as he says, bracing myself for the jarring effects of traveling the demon way. It’s only seconds before the air cools and thins and my feet touch normal ground again. Police sirens and a cacophony of voices ring in my ears, telling me I am most definitely back at home.
Drax continues to hold tight to me and when I peel my eyes open, he’s gazing around like a kid at Christmas.
“Oh my. It’s very different from the last time I came up here.”
“What do you mean?”
“What century is it now?”
“Century? Uh, the twenty-first.”
“Twenty-first,” he repeats in a whisper. “It was the nineteenth century last time I visited the human realm.”
“Wow.”
“A mixed-up summoning. They meant to get their hands on an incubus, but our names are similar, and they got me instead. Fortunately, I do have an appetite for carnal delights.” Drax smirks.
A shiver moves down my back and straight between my legs. “That must have been interesting.”
“Humans always are. Where do you live?”
I point behind him. “That building. Second floor, unit four. It’s not much. Not like Auri’s place at all.”
“No one’s place is like Auri’s. I imagine only Hades himself has a better compound.” He looks at the building. “Shall we?”
“Yes.”
He makes no move to release me, and as I gaze into his eyes, I sway slightly, suddenly curious about the taste of his lips. The moment is shattered when two people drunkenly bump into us on the sidewalk. Drax growls in their direction, smoothing my hair like he’s comforting a child.
“Rude,” he says.
