“Cara, mi elila. Wait up for me,” Trelon called out in dragon-speak.
He had seen the images Symba had been sending to him. His anger vanished at his first glimpse of the tiny burgundy and amethyst dragon. His dragon was practically drooling at the beauty of its mate and extremely horny for her. Trelon had to remind it, they had to catch her first before he could do anything.
His dragon’s growl of outrage at not seeing its mate transform for the first time made him laugh, considering how much enjoyment his dragon had gotten out of his troubles with her. The problem with payback, though, was they occupied the same body. Yeah, he thought with a grin, he must have really pissed off all the gods and goddesses more than once. But if having Cara as his mate was the penalty, he would do it all o
