He had awakened her, as a Crescent and a woman, and she felt both aspects as they moved together in a heated frenzy.Then he rolled her over, lifted her legs, and placed pillows beneath her butt.Sometimes she didn’t know where she ended and the Dragon began.
“You’re beautiful,” he said on shallow breaths.
“Mm,” was all she could manage.
He threw his head back, eyes closed in pleasure, and let out a roar that sounded like, “Mine.”
Mine,her Dragon answered back.
She watched him revel in the sensations, and then he buried his face in her neck and squeezed her close.She closed her eyes and sank into the feeling of being possessed.Claimed.
Cyn lay down beside her, still intimately joined with her.“I like your hair loose like this.”He pulled it over her shoulder, coiling a lock around his fingers, then tugging her close for another kiss.
She rested her cheek on his chest.“Just like the Dragon Prince.”
He drew lazy circles on her back.“Too bad he dies in the end.I’ll bet they could have been happy.”
“Very, very happy.”
Her body sated, fatigue now set in.She dozed, for how long she didn’t know.When she woke, Cyn was watching her with sleepy eyes.He smiled at her, and the sight filled her heart.
“Let me show you the lights,” he said, his voice husky.
“Mm, you already did.”
His chuckle reverberated through her.“I mean, the aurora borealis.I heard one of the guys say that because of the impending solar storm, the lights are more spectacular than ever.”
“And leave this bed?”
But it was clear that he wanted to show her a different kind of magic.She eased up on her elbows and searched for the clock.She’d been asleep for three good, deep hours.“I’m starved.”
“We’ll eat, take in the lights, and then maybe we’ll have time for more of the other kind of lights before Jay gets back.”
* * *
After dinner,Cyn led her up a dimly lit trail to an overlook with a view of the small valley below.Three of the benches were occupied by people sitting quietly in the shadows.
He led her to a bench, dropping down onto it and pulling her onto his lap.His arms encircled her, his chin resting on her shoulder as they sat in silence.The feel of his body against hers made her more content than she’d ever been.
Her Dragon purred.She purred, too.
“There,” he whispered, pointing toward the right of the star-glittered sky.
She saw the first ribbon undulating in a vibrant green.It swirled around, rather like the fog in a Deuce’s eyes, and then disappeared.Another wave of lights flickered like miles of blue fire.She inhaled deeply at the magic of it, the surreal beauty.He squeezed her tighter, sliding his hand beneath her shirt to rest against her stomach.
“Incredible,” she whispered.“Like ghosts dancing in the sky.”
“Yes, incredible.”She heard the awe in his voice, too, the reverence.
When she turned, he was looking at her.
The Book of the Hidden
Garnet angledher body into the warm spring.Hedges all around the castle garden afforded her privacy, but it wasn’t her nudity she worried about.It would not do for her staff to hear their queen crying.Even seven months after his death, her heart ached for the prince who was dark of hair, but not so dark of heart.
Ribbons of magical lights danced like ghosts and fairies in the night sky.As steam wafted up from the water, she prayed again for the end of her heartache.It wasn’t good to steep herself in such sadness, but she mourned silently now, her tears dropping into the water some believed to be magickal.
A rustle in the bushes drew her attention to the wooden gate that was now opening.Who dared enter?—
