Erik
Blissfulness suffused me waking with my mate in my arms. The emotional roller-coaster of highs and lows of the last twenty-four hours ought to weigh heavier on me, but joining with Avery finally felt incredible.
“Mark her. Fill her with our fire,” ordered my dragon, who was curled up with a steely look in his eye.
No doubt he’d enjoyed the progress we’d made bonding with Avery. The greedy lizard wanted everything, but I knew to be patient. I allowed mental images to run away with me, mating with Avery, marking her, seeing her turn into a majestic red dragon, flying with her, seeing her swelled with our dragonling. I clamped a lid on it; as intoxicating as the vision was, I needed to rein myself back in.
We’d fallen back asleep well after dawn, and the incessant buzzing of my phone
