She looked up at me from the cradle of my arms, her dark eyes expressive.
I was surprised when, instead of mentioning anything related to the murder she witnessed, she said, “I dreamt that the rightful owner of the egg wanted it back. A dragon. He was angry I gave it away.”
“Do you regret giving it to Desmon?”
She hesitated. “I don’t think so. But I do wonder if he was the right dragon. I only relaxed after meeting Carly. She is a sweetheart, and I can’t imagine her ever hurting a dragonlet.”
I hummed, understanding dawning. “Dragons are usually not very trustworthy. Many don’t care about human affairs, thoughsome are learning they have to now that humans have become more powerful through technological advancements. They usually only care about what they can get out of a deal or out of someone.
“But there are decent dragons out there. Desmon is one of them. He wasn’t always, but I do not believe he is the dragon he was in his youth. Young Desmon I wouldn’t trust, but the Desmon now? Darlington exists because of him, and all the magical creatures and monsters here have lived under his protection for centuries.”
“I don’t think I’mreallyworried about him harming Omelet. I guess it’s just my brain playing tricks on me.”
I grinned to myself at the fact that she’d called it Omelet without thinking.
“You can call Carly tomorrow and talk to her. Maybe it will put your mind at ease.”
“Good idea.” She snuggled back into my arms.
Just as I thought she was about to fall asleep, she spoke again. “I know this sounds silly, but is it possible that the real owner of the egg is trying to reach me in my dreams?”
“Not in here. The penthouse’s wards are strong and maintained by a very talented witch.”
“So there is magic that can reach someone in their dreams?”
“Yes, but our wards won’t let any magic like that through.”
The weight of her fear still clung to the air around us, and I wanted her to know she was safe here. Redrock was protected, and even if it wasn’t, they’d have to get through me to get to her.
“That’s good to know.” She exhaled slowly, but her body didn’t fully relax.
The ghost of the nightmare lingered in the way she breathed and the tension in her shoulders.
I knew how to make her forget.
My hands slid down her sides, slowly mapping the curve of her waist and the dip of her hips. She shivered as my fingers traced the edge of her breasts, her skin warm beneath my touch.
“Graham…”
“Let me distract you.”
She nodded and relaxed. I continued worshipping her body with my hands and lips.
Her breath caught when I hooked my fingers into the elastic waist of her undies, the only article of clothing she wore. Her eyes were hooded with desire, and she lifted her hips to help me as I dragged them down her thighs.
I kissed my way down her body and celebrated when she relaxed a little more with every touch, every kiss. I settled between her legs, my wings spreading over us to block out the world. The first brush of my mouth against her inner thigh made her gasp, and her fingers found the base of my horns.
I gave her exactly what she needed with my mouth and tongue.
And when her back arched and moans escaped her lips, I knew I’d banished the nightmare from her head. For now, there was only this. Only us.
Everything else could wait.
“ThisisSybilfromAuntie Syl’s Wards & Witchery. How can I help you?”
“Sybil, it’s Graham from Redrock.”
“Ah Graham, how are those new cameras working?”
