I pull my dress over my head, and I am naked before him.
I haven’t had a chance to get fancy underwear to make my point.
But bare before him, on purpose, knowing what he wants, whatIwant—I think it’s enough.
“Mate me,” I tell him with a sharp smile, my power washing over me in an aura of magenta. “I fuckingdareyou.”
Zan’s pupils contract and then vanish entirely.
But he doesn’t move.
My heartbeat picks up.
I thought he would rush me, but I should have known better.
Zan is patient.
Zan is a dragon—ahunter.
Zan ismymate, and he won’t be goaded that easily.
But he takes a step toward me, and it’s like every hair on my body stands at attention.
The force of his attention alone is enough to make warmth begin to pool at my core, naked before him.
A beat later, I realize thatallof me is feeling warm, and not from the inside, but the outside—
Then Zan’s clothes literally combust, burning off of him.
Without missing a beat, he continues advancing on me.
This time it’s me who’s struck speechless at the sight of him, because he issobeautiful, and glorious reveling in his power and my core clenches again before Zan reaches me.
He plants his hands on my butt and without a word of communication I wrap my legs around him as he lifts me to him, and our lips meet again at last.
Every kiss between us has been different, and I wonder if that will always be true for us.
This one is full of heat.
This one is full ofintent.
Because we’re doing this.
I lower myself down from where I’m holding onto his shoulders just enough to feel the length of his cock against me, letting out a shuddering breath as I tease myself against his flesh.
Zan’s grip around me tightens, but he doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t stop me, hold me back—just moves.
Movesus, walking somewhere—probably to abed, Yora—
Only when he sets me down, it’s on a hard surface.
I finally blink my eyes open.
Zan reaches around me, and water starts flowing, and it’s only then that I realize that we’re in the bathroom, not the bedroom. He’s set me on the ledge at the edge of the giant bathtub.
“When dragons mate,” Zan tells me, “we fly in the air, and finish crashing into the water.”
Oh.
