Tyson opened his jaws.
Wait!I called urgently.I don’t want to look so tiny at your feet. Let me ride on your back, then you blow the fire. We both need to look bigger than life.
Before he could agree, I flew up and landed in a crouch on his back, one hand pressed to his scales.
“Let’s blow shit up, dragon!”I roared.
Dragon fire, hot enough to melt stone, cascaded over me. Because I was his mate, his fire would never hurt me. It recognized me, cherished me, and shielded me.
The court gasped as one.
“She’s the mate of the dragon king!” a guard cried. “His Majesty’s fire accepts her!”
I was no damsel. Dark flame erupted from my skin, wrapping around his horns and waltzing along his scales. Where his fire was pure destruction, mine was hunger, devouring light and heat.
Our flames entwined. Black fire shot through with dragon flame spiraled upward, a display of raw power, before they split into two streams, each finding one of the twin thrones.
The royal seats, carved from gold and diamond, reinforced with centuries of enchantments, melted like ice in summer.
“We’ll make new thrones,” I said.
Tyson roared his approval. The windows that had survived the earlier battle shattered. Beneath his roar, the court fell into stunned silence.
“Dragon!” I threw my hands over my ears. “Too loud! We’re indoors, and I have sensitive eardrums.”
He cut off mid-roar, head whipping toward me, his molten eyes full of adoration and a touch of sheepishness.
You’ve had yourmoment.Killian’s voice boomed through our bond.I must take over.
Need more time with mate.Tyson argued.Mate was taken. Stolen from my hoard. I burned inside with fear.The dragon’s anguish cut deep.Dragons do not fear. But I feared.
You can take her on a ride later to make up for it,Killian barked.Right now, I need to get the court in order. You’ve scared the courtiers shitless. Now they can barely think.
Good. Should fear.Satisfaction rumbled through Tyson. Fear keeps mate safe.
You don’twantthem to get over fearing you,Killian coaxed.You’re our best lethal weapon.
I am fire. I am ending. They remember, or they burn.Tyson lifted his proud head, ready to roar again, but I wrapped an arm around his scaled throat and stopped him.
Roar outside?I touched his gem-like scales.If you do it too often, everyone will get used to it. Then no one will fear you, or even respect you anymore.
The dragon blinked, then puffed a stream of fire, his scales hotter than a furnace. A low rumble vibrated through his body, definitely laughter, judging by the gleam in his golden eyes as he gazed at me with sheer adoration. He thought I was joking.
Save your roars for our enemies. beloved dragon.I leapt from his back, landing in a silent crouch.Make them piss themselves.
His snout pressed into my hair, inhaling my scent, before he gave the reins to Killian.
The shift was instant, scales melting into skin, wings folding into nothing, mass condensing from terrifying to formidable in a new way.
Killian surged forward, starlight and shadow swirling around him before he stepped out, dressed in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal muscled arms, dark slacks hugging powerful thighs. He was rough elegance and raw power combined.
My male. My mate.
Every eye in the throne room locked onto him. Someone swooned. I wouldn’t need to defend my territory, so long as they kept their claws to themselves.
“Killian!” I whispered loudly, my eyes bright as I took in his masculine beauty—high cheekbones, sensual lips, and storm-blue eyes.
I didn’t want to be aroused in front of everyone, but the moment he stood before me, my flesh seared with need. My pussy throbbed, instantly wet and aching.
