I could just imagine the contented grin he must be dying to direct my way. He’d been making that same contented half-rumble, half-purr since I let out my first whoop of excitement once we were airborne.
“I’ve never flown like that before. It’s sofreeing. Just up there, nothing around you but the air and clouds. What an experience.”
I didn’t want it to end, but when Caz’s claws touched down into a field of soft grasses and meadow flowers, it was time to get to business. I got up from my “seat” at the base of his neck, carefully making my way along the forest of spikes and bony plates that covered much of hisspine and making sure not to let the bag on my shoulders catch on anything.
“Thank you,” I said as I slid down the leathery membrane of his wing he held extended for me.
“You’re welcome.”
He shifted the second my feet touched ground and walked up to me, completely uncaring about his nudity despite us not being alone.
I unslung the bag from one shoulder and swung it around, desperately trying to keep my mind focused on something besides watching the stretch and flex of his muscles as he walked. Or trying for the umpteenth time to count the rippled lines of his abs as they tapered down above his thick cock. Or just staring at his cock.
He was unbelievably attractive. Every inch of him was just solid perfection that my eyes drank in every chance they got. I wanted it all. My willpower was fading by the moment, and as he smiled down at me, I couldn’t help picturing what expression would be on his handsome face when I straddled him for the first time, letting his cock slide deep inside me.
Fuck.
My pussy was pulsing with enough heat I thought my underwear was going to burst into flames. Just seeing him naked was driving me wild.
“Anna,” Caz said, reaching out to touch me. “The clothes?”
“Right,” I said, trying to hold myself back from moaning just from the pressure of his fingers on my arm.
It was a close thing. I nearly threw myself at him. The exhilaration of flying, combined with seeing his naked bodyright there,was almost too much. I was too amped up. I needed to calm down.
“Thank you.” He smiled down at me happily. “We can go flying anytime you want. Just say the word.”
The wet blanket was tossed on my fire just like that. I tried to keep my face from falling but failed.
“You mean, we can go flying anytime you’re available,” I said mutedly, looking away.
“Anna. I …”
He trailed off into silence, but I didn’t need him to speak to know he was berating himself.
“No, it’s okay. I know you didn’t mean it, Caz. I’m not mad at you.”
I waited while he dressed, looking around instead. We’d set out with only four other dragons, all of whom had now landed and shifted. They were nearby if we needed them but far enough to be out of easy earshot. They had also brought spare clothing, carried in a much larger bag hooked from one of the dragon’s paws along with some other supplies they apparently needed.
“Still, Anna, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin the moment.”
“You didn’t. I should have been focused on my friend anyway. That’s why we’re here … for her, not me. Ella needs us.” I looked down the hill, spotting the lights and outline of a sprawling stone manor at the center of the large bowl-shaped depression. “That place?”
Caz hesitated, clearly torn between continuing the conversation or not, but in the end, he let it go. “Yes.”
“So why are we up here?” I glanced around the perimeter of the valley but couldn’t spy anyone else. “And where is everyone?”
“This is it,” he said with a grunt, motioning for the others to approach.
They neared, Dirk at the fore with Florian at the rear. I recognized Kolar as one of the frequent guards. The other was a dragon named Durion who I gathered was a trusted friend as well, though I had yet to cross paths with him.
“That’s it? The six of us against all the guards?”
Caz grunted. “Yarl calls this place his primary estate, but like most elites, he practically lives in the citadel.”
“Right, but he probably has more than five guards.”
“Sixteen, according to my intel,” Dirk said, speaking up.
