Pyrran stopped breathing.
The mating seal caught the moonlight and glowed—soft, pulsing, alive. Three dragons intertwined around a crescent moon, etched into her dark brown skin like a brand placed there by something older than either of them.
His.
Theirs.
The heat consumed him molten and savage, clawing down his spine and pooling at his cock.
How will I ever be able to control myself around her?
His dragon surged beneath his ribs, roaring and demanding to get out.
Calm. Down.
His vision blurred, but soon he was able to steady the beast.
Still, his cock began to grow, painfully hard against his thigh. And the ache of violent hunger spread through his entire body like a sweet venom he did not want a cure for.
It was all liquid gold and lava mingling in his veins.
He wanted to put his mouth on that mark and drag his tongue across it until she shivered and frost crystals formed in the air.
He wanted to press his teeth into the place where the seal met her collarbone and taste the cold that lived just beneath her skin.
What would that sensitive flesh between her thighs taste like? The lusty nectar of winter?
The thought almost made him roar and wake his brother and her.
He wanted to slide his hand beneath Korin's arm and find the dip of her waist. Pull her back against his chest. Let her feel exactly what she did to his cock.
My mate. I must touch her too, even though she told me not to. . .I must. . .
His hand moved before he could stop it.
His fingers hovered above the curve of her shoulder. Close enough to feel the cool mist of her elemental power rising off her skin.
His Pyrathryx heat met her Cryovareth cold in the narrow space between them, and the air shimmered—actually shimmered — like a mirage forming over desert sand.
Fire reaching for ice.
The last Cryovareth in existence, and his beast wanted to devour every inch of her.
His jaw clenched so hard his fangs ached within their gums.
Don't. She already hates me. I cannot deal with any more rejection. It would. . .kill me. . .
Pyrran remembered how Sol had screamed when he’d taken her up to the highest level of the sky and tossed her out. He remembered the fear of death in her eyes as she fell.
As she clawed at the air, begging for help.
Fool. How could I have been so stupid?
Pyrran pulled his hand back and curled his fingers into a fist.
For the first time ever, his dragon whimpered inside his chest.
Do not worry. I will fix this. . .somehow.
