This thought filled Raine with joy. Weynild’s keep, unlike Kylan’s castle, was little more than an enormous cave. But Raine loved it beyond all other locales, for it was where she had met Weynild, and where they could be completely and utterly alone.
“That sounds wonderful,” Raine said, hugging the muscled neck beneath her. The mention of Kylan had brought some mischievous thoughts to Raine. “I have several confessions, I think, most of which are unimportant and I have forgotten. But I must admit that my eyes turned violet almost the minute I saw Kylan.”
“That is as much the Scinterian in you as the Arlanian. And Kylan is very attractive,” Weynild said, unfazed.
A little too unfazed, Raine thought. “You really have slept with everyone in Arianthem, haven’t you?”
The dragon’s rumbling laughter felt good against her cheek. “I am a thousand years your senior. What do you think I was doing with all that time? But I have been faithful to you from the day we met,” she said, then added under her breath, “much to everyone’s disbelief.”
“And disappointment,” Raine said, hugging the lithe neck beneath, shifting her weight slightly, and wrapping her legs about the strong muscles moving beneath her.
Weynild turned her massive head to glance back, her amber eyes knowing. “What are you doing back there?”
“You’re doing that thing again.”
“What thing?”
“Flying so—, so rhythmically. You know I can’t resist you.”
“Mmm,” the dragon said. This was usually where she would dive to the ground, transform, and satisfy them both. But her young lover had earned a prize with her extraordinary feats of bravery and unselfishness. “Then perhaps you should give into that feeling.”
“Really?” Raine said, her head popping up. Normally she would restrain her passion until she could share the experience with her lover, but now she was being offered a generous gift. To be able to move against that sinewy neck without reserve, thighs clenched around those rippling muscles, high above the clouds, her cheek pressed against that smooth, silky skin…
“You have earned it,” the dragon said, amused, “so go right ahead.”
And so the dragon’s lover did, with complete and utter abandon.
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