Page 24 of Dark Dragon’s Wolf

Let go and fly.

And they were gone. Lightning surged through him, and he gave one final thrust, throwing himself off the cliff and emptying himself into her. Mayah gave a wordless cry and exploded in his arms, clenching around him over and over, her wings keeping him from falling.

Thunder roared overhead, lightning flashed. It hit the forest floor and crawled over to them, outlining their bodies in a flickering blue light.

Mayah ran her fingers down his arm, pulling them away slightly to let the blue fire drip back down, merging with the whole. “We’re magic,” she said. “Look.”

“I can’t see anything but you.”

Tristan rolled them over, still inside her, so he could see more of her. Mayah sat up, straddling his hips, and arched her back, raising her arms to the wind and the sky. His storm dragon.

Tristan ran his hands through Mayah’s hair, happy to watch her watching the storm. Lightning flashed again, thunder rolled, and rain began pattering through the leaves.

“We’re going to get really wet,” he said. Even though he didn’t want to move.

Mayah grinned at him, resting her hands on his chest. “There are so many ways I could make that dirty, I don’t even know where to start.”

Her lips were looking irresistible so he pulled her down and kissed them, sucking gently on her bottom lip. Her tiny moan of pleasure made him feel invincible.

He said, “I’m sure those jokes will be very funny when Emon sees me bringing you back to the castle bloody, bitten, and looking like a drowned rat.”

“Also looking like I’ve been thoroughly ravished, and liked it.”

Oh, hell yeah. Ravish her again, his wolf suggested. He could feel himself getting hard again.

“If you keep saying shit like that, I’m going to have a permanent boner on top of everything else. Do you really think there’s any way Emon’s not going to end up roasting me with dragonfire and devouring my bones?”

It didn’t matter, though. He’d die a thousand deaths by dragonfire just to make love to Mayah even one more time.

“I’ll handle Emon,” she said.

“Yeah. Good luck with that.”

The rain was coming down harder now, streaking the dirt and blood smearing their skin.

“I love the rain,” she said. “Don’t you?”

“When I’m inside,” he said. “And it’s pounding on the roof of my cabin. Yeah.”

She gave him a lingering kiss, and then got up off his lap. Tristan immediately felt cold and lonely. Shit. Just this one time had completely ruined him. Now he needed to touch her. Preferably all the time.

Ours, his wolf agreed.

He should be so lucky. But still, a seed of hope was sprouting in his heart. Because she’d said she loved him.

Mayah loved him. It was unbelievable.

She stood up and spread her arms, tilting her head back to the storm. She looked so beautiful, bathed in lightning, with her tawny skin and perfect soft tits he wanted to bury his face in, her round generous hips, her amazing ass, and the shadow of curls between her legs that made him harder just remembering how it felt to be surrounded by her warmth.

Accepted. Cared for. Loved.

She twirled in a circle, and then reached her hands down. “Dance in the rain with me.”

Tristan let her grab his hands and pull him up. “News flash,” he said. “They don’t teach you to dance in captivity.”

“Everybody can dance, silly wolf.”

She put one arm around his neck and clasped his hand with the other. She pulled him close and his arm automatically slid around her waist, spreading against the curve of her back.