I find myself drawn to this version of Ancalagon. This is the dragon that I remember from the laboratory, the one who was kind and sweet. Even though I couldn’t understand him back then, we’d found a way to communicate.
So, when he leans in to kiss me, I don’t immediately pull away. I’m drawn in by his warm lips, his strong arms, and his scent. Oh, his scent. He smells so wild, so much like the elements that he manipulates, that I find it hard to resist him.
When his tongue slides over my lips, I open my mouth, giving him the entrance he’s requesting. Unlike Iniko, there’s nothing tentative about Ancalagon. His kiss is gentle, but demanding and possessive.
It’s the thought of Iniko that has me pulling back. I can’t get distracted while he’s still out there being tortured.
“We shouldn’t
