As we fly to the city, I can feel my tiger purring on my back. If I turned my head, I would expect to see him curled up like a cat. I’m pretty sure he’s not, but that’s what it feels like.
‘I love riding on your back, Zephyr. It’s so different from the others,’ Ishir says, making me growl. I don’t like my rider having ridden on another’s back. He’s MY rider.
‘Yes, I am now. But I wasn’t always, and it was never comfortable for me. Necessary, yes, but I never purred for them, my little dragon,’ he says seductively.
‘You know I’m not little, right?’ I ask him. I mean, really, even in his tiger form, I’m much larger than he is.
‘Shall I sink my teeth into your neck again, Zephyr? I only need to be large enough to claim you, and once you’re in your human form, let’s not talk about how … wh
