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Edna; she liked to laugh.
“You are so beautiful,” she whispered, stroking his head and jaw.
His eyes drooped when she carefully traced several scales along his jaw. Releasing a playful sniff, a pleased moan escaped him when she ran her fingers along his left nostril and up his snout to his brow. The pleasure turned to an uncomfortable rumble of unease when she ran her hand down along his neck to his shoulder. She would see his deformed wings. Turning his head, he studied her expression as she looked at them.
A low growl of warning escaped him when she started to reach out to touch them. Her hand froze and she turned to look at him. Licking her lips, she drew in a deep breath and continued to reach out.
She going to touch them, his dragon groaned in despair. She see them.
Yes, Christoff whispered. She sees them.
Deep down, he braced himself for her rejection while another part of him rejoiced that she hadn’t shunned him – yet. Excitement began to build when he felt her hands stroking his small wings. He tilted his head when she carefully lifted one.
“You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life,” she whispered, shaking her head in astonishment. “Why you would be worried about whether I would accept you in this form is beyond me. You are incredible.”
Christoff swung his tail around, wrapping it around Edna and twisting so that he could run his tongue up her cheek. Her choked laughter filled his soul with wonder as she wrapped her arms around his head and pressed a kiss between his eyes. Unable to stop, he shifted back into his two legged form, catching her when she swayed.
“You are definitely mine,” he whispered in a dark, husky voice filled with emotion.
Chapter 8
Later that evening, Christoff stepped out of the shower in the guest bedroom. He stared moodily at the large bed. The large, empty bed, he thought with regret.
“I’m not happy about it either,” he grumbled when his dragon snorted in disgust.
“Christoff, I thought you might like to wear… Oh, my,” Edna whispered, standing in the doorway staring at Christoff’s nearly naked body. A soft groan escaped her. “There ought to be a law against men your age looking this good.”
Christoff turned when he heard Edna. A slow, sexy grin curled his lips. He raised an eyebrow and his fingers moved to the towel wrapped around his waist. He wasn’t above playing dirty if it would keep him from having to spend one more day in his long life alone.
“Are those for me?” He asked innocently as he started to loosen the towel where it was tucked in against his flat stomach.
“Don’t… Don’t you dare!” Edna hissed in a slightly hoarse voice. “Christoff, you wouldn’t… Oh, damn, you would!”
Christoff let the towel he was wearing fall to the floor. He was so turned on, that the towel wouldn’t have covered his desire anyway. Besides, Edna might as well know the effect she was having on him.
“It is warm in here,” he replied, stepping closer to her. “The only thing that would keep me warmer was if I had you next to me.”
He saw Edna swallow, her gaze glued to his arousal. A wicked grin curved his lips when he felt his cock react to her appraisal and jerk upward. The low hiss that escaped her showed that she wasn’t immune to his body.
“You are very…,” she started to say, forcing her eyes up his body until they collided with his dark gold ones. “You did that on purpose.”
Christoff chuckled and stepped closer. “Yes, I have decided I’ve spent enough of my life alone. I do not wish to be alone ever again.” His voice softened and he grew serious as he reached up to touch her cheek. “A true mate is a gift from the Goddess, Edna. A warrior knows when he has found his.”
“How? How can you be sure?” She asked, staring up at him.
He ran his hand down her arm and lifted her wrist so she could see one of the gold bracelets wrapped around her wrists. He leaned down and pressed a
“You are so beautiful,” she whispered, stroking his head and jaw.
His eyes drooped when she carefully traced several scales along his jaw. Releasing a playful sniff, a pleased moan escaped him when she ran her fingers along his left nostril and up his snout to his brow. The pleasure turned to an uncomfortable rumble of unease when she ran her hand down along his neck to his shoulder. She would see his deformed wings. Turning his head, he studied her expression as she looked at them.
A low growl of warning escaped him when she started to reach out to touch them. Her hand froze and she turned to look at him. Licking her lips, she drew in a deep breath and continued to reach out.
She going to touch them, his dragon groaned in despair. She see them.
Yes, Christoff whispered. She sees them.
Deep down, he braced himself for her rejection while another part of him rejoiced that she hadn’t shunned him – yet. Excitement began to build when he felt her hands stroking his small wings. He tilted his head when she carefully lifted one.
“You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life,” she whispered, shaking her head in astonishment. “Why you would be worried about whether I would accept you in this form is beyond me. You are incredible.”
Christoff swung his tail around, wrapping it around Edna and twisting so that he could run his tongue up her cheek. Her choked laughter filled his soul with wonder as she wrapped her arms around his head and pressed a kiss between his eyes. Unable to stop, he shifted back into his two legged form, catching her when she swayed.
“You are definitely mine,” he whispered in a dark, husky voice filled with emotion.
Chapter 8
Later that evening, Christoff stepped out of the shower in the guest bedroom. He stared moodily at the large bed. The large, empty bed, he thought with regret.
“I’m not happy about it either,” he grumbled when his dragon snorted in disgust.
“Christoff, I thought you might like to wear… Oh, my,” Edna whispered, standing in the doorway staring at Christoff’s nearly naked body. A soft groan escaped her. “There ought to be a law against men your age looking this good.”
Christoff turned when he heard Edna. A slow, sexy grin curled his lips. He raised an eyebrow and his fingers moved to the towel wrapped around his waist. He wasn’t above playing dirty if it would keep him from having to spend one more day in his long life alone.
“Are those for me?” He asked innocently as he started to loosen the towel where it was tucked in against his flat stomach.
“Don’t… Don’t you dare!” Edna hissed in a slightly hoarse voice. “Christoff, you wouldn’t… Oh, damn, you would!”
Christoff let the towel he was wearing fall to the floor. He was so turned on, that the towel wouldn’t have covered his desire anyway. Besides, Edna might as well know the effect she was having on him.
“It is warm in here,” he replied, stepping closer to her. “The only thing that would keep me warmer was if I had you next to me.”
He saw Edna swallow, her gaze glued to his arousal. A wicked grin curved his lips when he felt his cock react to her appraisal and jerk upward. The low hiss that escaped her showed that she wasn’t immune to his body.
“You are very…,” she started to say, forcing her eyes up his body until they collided with his dark gold ones. “You did that on purpose.”
Christoff chuckled and stepped closer. “Yes, I have decided I’ve spent enough of my life alone. I do not wish to be alone ever again.” His voice softened and he grew serious as he reached up to touch her cheek. “A true mate is a gift from the Goddess, Edna. A warrior knows when he has found his.”
“How? How can you be sure?” She asked, staring up at him.
He ran his hand down her arm and lifted her wrist so she could see one of the gold bracelets wrapped around her wrists. He leaned down and pressed a
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