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fear of scales, or maybe I just liked studying him without him smirking at me. Whatever the case, I ran my fingertips across his scaly arm. Another rumble rolled through his chest. It was louder, yet calmer. It sounded more like a purr.
I grinned and did it again. The surfaces of the scales were smooth, and they appeared to move as the muscles under them flexed. I touched the tip of his nails. They had hardened into claws. They were long and sharp. I wasn’t sure how long I knelt there and played with his scales before sounds from the hallway reminded me of why I was there.
“Eirik.”
CHAPTER 4. DREAM A LITTLE
EIRIK
I was dreaming about Celestia again. Her voice, soft and sweet, called to me. And the effect on me was the same. Need coiled deep in my gut. She hadn’t called out to me since the first month when she would cry in her sleep. My dragon half had known she needed me, and he’d needed her. Once I made it to her place, settled next to her, and held her, she’d calm down. She must never know how often I’d sneaked into her bedroom and comforted her, or seen her cry at school and used runes to calm her down. I hated using runes on her, but watching her cry had damn near broken me.
I closed my eyes tighter, hoping to slip back into a dream state. Celestia tolerated me in her dreams, so that was where I wanted to be. Going near her while she was awake wasn’t even an option. She hated my guts. I didn’t blame her. She’d gotten hurt because of me. But the nightmares were gone now, so I only visited her when my dragon side refused to be appeased.
I still didn’t understand the need to shift whenever she was distressed or how my dragon side often knew when she was hurting. A bond I didn’t understand existed between us. As soon as I found my sister and fixed my family, I was going to Earth to see what that bond meant.
Damn it, there was no way I could go back to sleep now. My dragon senses were off the charts. Two weeks had passed since my last visit. If I sneaked out to see her after refusing to attend that damn party, my mother might start resenting Celestia. Up until now, she’d tolerated what she saw as my occasional need to see the Witch girl. Of course, she assumed that my relationship with Celestia was intimate. If only she knew.
I inhaled and sighed. Her scent was strong, much more than it usually was in my dreams. I savored it. It was definitely time to visit Windfall, Louisiana and appease the beast in me.
“Eirik!”
My eyes flew open and met the familiar baby blues. She was leaning over me, eyes flashing with impatience. My chest squeezed and breathing became difficult. Was I dreaming? She never scowled in my dreams. She was always in my arms, nestled under my chin where she belonged. A growl worked its way up my chest.
This is my dream and I refuse to shift in it.
She wore white ripped jeans, a conservative purple and white top, and a leather jacket. Even though her brown hair fell on her shoulders in soft curls and her makeup enhanced her gorgeous eyes and added luster to her lips, she didn’t need makeup or fancy hairstyles. She was perfect the way she was, until she opened her mouth. I always made sure she didn’t talk in my dreams. It was a lot more fun making out than being reminded to stay away from her.
A dimple appeared on her cheek as a grin chased away the frown. My heart stopped and then started to pound. That smile. I wanted to capture it with a kiss. The need to shift became almost uncontrollable, but I managed to keep it in check. If this was a dream, it was mine, which meant no dragon. My dragon side was too damn possessive of her.
I stretched my hand toward her. “Come here, Dimples.”
“No,” she said, straightening. “You have a party to attend. A ball in your honor.”
I didn’t like this dream one little bit. I wanted her close. I needed to breathe her in. She always smelled nice. I ran a finger along a ripped section of her jeans. Her skin was warm
I grinned and did it again. The surfaces of the scales were smooth, and they appeared to move as the muscles under them flexed. I touched the tip of his nails. They had hardened into claws. They were long and sharp. I wasn’t sure how long I knelt there and played with his scales before sounds from the hallway reminded me of why I was there.
“Eirik.”
CHAPTER 4. DREAM A LITTLE
EIRIK
I was dreaming about Celestia again. Her voice, soft and sweet, called to me. And the effect on me was the same. Need coiled deep in my gut. She hadn’t called out to me since the first month when she would cry in her sleep. My dragon half had known she needed me, and he’d needed her. Once I made it to her place, settled next to her, and held her, she’d calm down. She must never know how often I’d sneaked into her bedroom and comforted her, or seen her cry at school and used runes to calm her down. I hated using runes on her, but watching her cry had damn near broken me.
I closed my eyes tighter, hoping to slip back into a dream state. Celestia tolerated me in her dreams, so that was where I wanted to be. Going near her while she was awake wasn’t even an option. She hated my guts. I didn’t blame her. She’d gotten hurt because of me. But the nightmares were gone now, so I only visited her when my dragon side refused to be appeased.
I still didn’t understand the need to shift whenever she was distressed or how my dragon side often knew when she was hurting. A bond I didn’t understand existed between us. As soon as I found my sister and fixed my family, I was going to Earth to see what that bond meant.
Damn it, there was no way I could go back to sleep now. My dragon senses were off the charts. Two weeks had passed since my last visit. If I sneaked out to see her after refusing to attend that damn party, my mother might start resenting Celestia. Up until now, she’d tolerated what she saw as my occasional need to see the Witch girl. Of course, she assumed that my relationship with Celestia was intimate. If only she knew.
I inhaled and sighed. Her scent was strong, much more than it usually was in my dreams. I savored it. It was definitely time to visit Windfall, Louisiana and appease the beast in me.
“Eirik!”
My eyes flew open and met the familiar baby blues. She was leaning over me, eyes flashing with impatience. My chest squeezed and breathing became difficult. Was I dreaming? She never scowled in my dreams. She was always in my arms, nestled under my chin where she belonged. A growl worked its way up my chest.
This is my dream and I refuse to shift in it.
She wore white ripped jeans, a conservative purple and white top, and a leather jacket. Even though her brown hair fell on her shoulders in soft curls and her makeup enhanced her gorgeous eyes and added luster to her lips, she didn’t need makeup or fancy hairstyles. She was perfect the way she was, until she opened her mouth. I always made sure she didn’t talk in my dreams. It was a lot more fun making out than being reminded to stay away from her.
A dimple appeared on her cheek as a grin chased away the frown. My heart stopped and then started to pound. That smile. I wanted to capture it with a kiss. The need to shift became almost uncontrollable, but I managed to keep it in check. If this was a dream, it was mine, which meant no dragon. My dragon side was too damn possessive of her.
I stretched my hand toward her. “Come here, Dimples.”
“No,” she said, straightening. “You have a party to attend. A ball in your honor.”
I didn’t like this dream one little bit. I wanted her close. I needed to breathe her in. She always smelled nice. I ran a finger along a ripped section of her jeans. Her skin was warm
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