human reason. “If you can catch me, you’ll find out!”
All four males roared and a frenzy of intoxication shot her higher still. One by one, Toal, then Heber, and finally Goban dropped away, but Caedyrn pursued her into thin, rarified air.
“ Do you accept me?” he screamed. “Will you bond with me for eternity?”
“ Yes! Gladly, but you haven’t caught me yet!” Inexpressible joy filled her. She feared she would burst into a glorious inferno if Caedyrn didn’t catch her and carry her to the ice.
She glanced over her shoulder and saw Caedyrn racing toward her. He opened his mouth, and though the wind whipped past her ears in a deafening rush, she heard him roar. The ferocity of that sound goaded her higher and faster even as it filled her with an ecstatic, spine-tingling anticipation. She turned her attention skyward and sought to lead her would-be bond-mate beyond the earth’s embrace.
Just as she thought her heart must burst from exhilaration and exertion, he overtook her. The slipstream of wind rushing over his wings threatened to flip her. She corrected for the new conditions and strove to get above him. He countered, forcing her beneath his great wings. She glanced up, struggling to draw sufficient oxygen from the thinning air, and faltered. His eyes burned with unrestrained passion, and the rawness of his lust robbed her of the will to resist.
She opened her mind to him and the shock of recognition made it hard to remember to keep flying. He loved her! How could she have ever doubted his interest and desire? She remembered the moment she sang her name to him, remembered the fear she’d felt, and knew that even then it had been groundless. He existed to love her. How had she not known? She laughed as he answered her question.
“ Human reason clouded your dragon instinct,” he said, his red eyes burning into her soul. “I’ve been waiting for this moment since I witnessed your transformation. You are my destiny, Sorcha, as I am yours.”
He nudged her neck with his muzzle and that same, wonderful dragon instinct took control. She flipped over, grabbed his flanks with her talons and folded her wings.
He screamed his triumph, gripped her firmly in his claws, wrapped his wings around her and penetrated her trembling flesh as they tumbled through the atmosphere.
The purely human portion of Sorcha’s mind whimpered in terror, but her dragon instinct laughed at the foolish fears and exalted in the exquisite sensations that ripped through her body.
Caedyrn pumped his seed into her and she responded by pulling him closer, seeking to merge — body, mind, and soul.
Still hurtling toward the earth, Caedyrn wrenched his wings away from her and began to beat the wind. Dazed, Sorcha dangled upside down beneath him and watched as his powerful wing muscles slowed their plummeting descent, to deposit her gently on a remote section of the aerie’s glacial ice.
He released her and her own grip fell slack. Landing beside her, he collapsed in an untidy heap.
“ I warned you,” he said, his voice a lazy river, soothing the remnants of terror from her mind. “Dragon mating is strenuous exercise.”
She acknowledged his self-satisfied expression with a possessive nudge of her snout, whispered, “I am Sorcha, and I am your bond-mate,” and fell into blissful sleep.
When she woke, Caedyrn insisted that they fly south to feed. “You will require full strength when we face the Rex.”
“ It’s true, then,” she said. “He didn’t want me to rise. Have we...have I done something wrong?”
Caedyrn nudged her toward the edge and took off, his answer floating toward her on the updraft. “No, little wizard. You did everything perfectly!”
Sorcha leapt into the air and raced to catch him. His smug laughter tantalized and drew her forward. She opened their mind-link and called to him, “Caedyrn, answer me. Why must we face the Rex?”
She watched as he circled back to her, stroked her side with one
All four males roared and a frenzy of intoxication shot her higher still. One by one, Toal, then Heber, and finally Goban dropped away, but Caedyrn pursued her into thin, rarified air.
“ Do you accept me?” he screamed. “Will you bond with me for eternity?”
“ Yes! Gladly, but you haven’t caught me yet!” Inexpressible joy filled her. She feared she would burst into a glorious inferno if Caedyrn didn’t catch her and carry her to the ice.
She glanced over her shoulder and saw Caedyrn racing toward her. He opened his mouth, and though the wind whipped past her ears in a deafening rush, she heard him roar. The ferocity of that sound goaded her higher and faster even as it filled her with an ecstatic, spine-tingling anticipation. She turned her attention skyward and sought to lead her would-be bond-mate beyond the earth’s embrace.
Just as she thought her heart must burst from exhilaration and exertion, he overtook her. The slipstream of wind rushing over his wings threatened to flip her. She corrected for the new conditions and strove to get above him. He countered, forcing her beneath his great wings. She glanced up, struggling to draw sufficient oxygen from the thinning air, and faltered. His eyes burned with unrestrained passion, and the rawness of his lust robbed her of the will to resist.
She opened her mind to him and the shock of recognition made it hard to remember to keep flying. He loved her! How could she have ever doubted his interest and desire? She remembered the moment she sang her name to him, remembered the fear she’d felt, and knew that even then it had been groundless. He existed to love her. How had she not known? She laughed as he answered her question.
“ Human reason clouded your dragon instinct,” he said, his red eyes burning into her soul. “I’ve been waiting for this moment since I witnessed your transformation. You are my destiny, Sorcha, as I am yours.”
He nudged her neck with his muzzle and that same, wonderful dragon instinct took control. She flipped over, grabbed his flanks with her talons and folded her wings.
He screamed his triumph, gripped her firmly in his claws, wrapped his wings around her and penetrated her trembling flesh as they tumbled through the atmosphere.
The purely human portion of Sorcha’s mind whimpered in terror, but her dragon instinct laughed at the foolish fears and exalted in the exquisite sensations that ripped through her body.
Caedyrn pumped his seed into her and she responded by pulling him closer, seeking to merge — body, mind, and soul.
Still hurtling toward the earth, Caedyrn wrenched his wings away from her and began to beat the wind. Dazed, Sorcha dangled upside down beneath him and watched as his powerful wing muscles slowed their plummeting descent, to deposit her gently on a remote section of the aerie’s glacial ice.
He released her and her own grip fell slack. Landing beside her, he collapsed in an untidy heap.
“ I warned you,” he said, his voice a lazy river, soothing the remnants of terror from her mind. “Dragon mating is strenuous exercise.”
She acknowledged his self-satisfied expression with a possessive nudge of her snout, whispered, “I am Sorcha, and I am your bond-mate,” and fell into blissful sleep.
When she woke, Caedyrn insisted that they fly south to feed. “You will require full strength when we face the Rex.”
“ It’s true, then,” she said. “He didn’t want me to rise. Have we...have I done something wrong?”
Caedyrn nudged her toward the edge and took off, his answer floating toward her on the updraft. “No, little wizard. You did everything perfectly!”
Sorcha leapt into the air and raced to catch him. His smug laughter tantalized and drew her forward. She opened their mind-link and called to him, “Caedyrn, answer me. Why must we face the Rex?”
She watched as he circled back to her, stroked her side with one
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