Page 25 of Dark Dragon’s Wolf

Skin, acres of soft velvety skin, pressed against him. His shaft was hot and hard between them, and Mayah rubbed up against it like a cat.

“That can’t be comfortable,” he said.

“Shut up and dance.”

She rested her head on his shoulder and hummed in a low, throaty voice.

Somehow they fit together perfectly, boner and all, holding each other and moving in rhythm, dancing in the rain.

It poured down, washing the mud and blood from their skin, making them clean and new.

A fresh start.

The darkness and rage were still there inside him, like the storm.

But everything was different. Better.

And Mayah laughed at storms. Embraced them. The way she’d embraced his wild wolf. Holding on like she would never let go.

He pulled her closer. Never let go.

The rain fell harder, plastering their hair to their scalps. Tristan dropped her hand and ran his fingers down her arm. It was clean of blood, the bite nearly healed already. He’d never seen her heal so fast.

“See?” she said. “No permanent damage.”

“But I still hurt you,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

She leaned back, looking up into his eyes. “It was worth it.”

Chapter 11

That completely finished him. He kissed her, closing his eyes tight to keep the emotion stinging his eyes from overwhelming him.

When he had his shit together, he said, “I hope it’s also worth the long hike back to the castle in the rain.”

“Let’s not,” she said. “Let’s stay here until the rain stops.”

At that moment, there was a huge gust of wind, bringing with it a torrential downpour. “Does that really sound fun to you?” he asked.

She grinned up at him. “It will be. You have no idea of the extent of my superpowers.”

She backed up and whispered a spell, making a complicated gesture with one hand. A bubble of glowy blue energy shimmered in the air beside them.

It grew and spread until it touched the ground, the bottom flattening until it looked like a magic igloo, complete with a little tunnel-like protrusion for an entrance.

“Come on.” Mayah dropped to her hands and knees and crawled inside. Intrigued, Tristan crawled in after her.

There was already a light globe at the top of the igloo, that put out gentle heat. Mayah was sitting on the floor, conjuring piles of quilted capes and fluffy terrycloth bathrobes.

“Creative clothing magic,” she said. “Also known as towels and blankets.”

“Nice workaround,” he said, grabbing a bathrobe and starting to dry his braided hair. “I think I like hangin’ with magical people.”

“Yeah,” she said, smiling wickedly. “It’s all fun and games until someone sets the table on fire.”

Tristan laughed. “I kind of like that part of it,” he said. “Reminds me of home. With the Bad Bloods.”

She looked up at him. “Do you miss them?” she asked. “I thought Silverlake was home to you now.”