Page 35 of Monsters of Air

He growled at that, the sound echoing around us like it was its own gust of wind moving through the brush.

“You can’t mean that,” Landers snarled.

“I do,” Zilon said, only fierce determination in his voice as his warm thumb ran over the goosebumps on my arm. “Rayna is suffering, if a mate bond can be ruined over me helping her, then fuck it, this is worth it.”

“I would agree to that,” I said, teeth chattering.

The other two looked about ready to argue, but Zilon growled again, the low sound rumbling his chest in a sound that wasn’t human. It was pure dragon. It took me a second to recognize it for what it really was. A challenge.

“Zilon, watch yourself.”

“Leave him to fuck up his own bond over her if he wants,” Landers spat, the wind howling as everything rustled.

“Get over yourself Landers,” Zilon snapped at him, his arm tightening around me as his wings closed around us, blocking the others and the wind out. “Ignore him.”

“Oh, I’m trying, but he seems to not to want to be forgotten.” It didn’t help that I hadn’t really been trying to forget about him at all.

Something had snapped between us yesterday, and as much as I didn’t want it back… I did. I really did.

“Hopefully all of this will settle down when we reach the academy,” Zilon whispered in my ear, his tail snaking around my leg, coiling over me as it had last night. Accept this time there was more pressure, like he was scared I was going to slip away.

From where I sat on Zilon’s lap his tail was pushing my leg down, spreading my legs as that same hard pressure dug into my ass. His hand fanned over my stomach again, the other resting on my other thigh. I was suddenly very glad that I was wearing my skirts. Being so close to him, feeling him press against me was making me wet again. My core tightened, feet flooding over me that didn’t originate from the burning skin of the dragon at my back.

From the thick rod of the dragon that was twitching underneath me.

I tried not to, really I did, but my hips shifted all on their own, that heat exploding as I pressed him closer to my pulsing core.

“Rayna,” he half moaned, and I nearly froze.

“Sorry.” I wasn’t, I really wasn’t. But I don’t think he said my name to stop me either, his tail had begun to unwind, the soft barbs at the end lifting my skirts, pulling them up.

“I–,” he began, his hand pressing me against him, our bodies flush with each other as my skirts lifted and his hand lipped beneath them. I stiffened against him, my ass sliding against his cock as my pussy sought out his hand.

His warm hand cupped me, and then everything froze.

“Rayna,” he said again, and this time it was a plea.

“It’s alright, I’m not a virgin.” I didn’t know if it was the right thing to say, but it calmed him down.

“Neither am I,” he moaned, his hand slipping beneath my under things, his skin sliding against the wet of me as he cupped my throbbing core again, this time flesh against flesh. “But I… is this right?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted, gasping as his fingers shifted, moving between my folds. “But I want this.”

I did. Oh goddess, I did.

“So do I, since I first saw you. I shouldn’t, but…” He clearly wasn’t doing a good job of convincing himself.

His fingers slid over me, one dipping into the wetness of my pussy as the other slipped over my clit, that one touch sending my body into a flurry of need.

I had been touched there before. Kile. Myself. I had even played with the shopkeeper in his backroom while his wife was away. But there was something about this touch, about these fingers.

It was lighting. That one touch was almost enough to send me howling. Thankfully, he stopped, his finger still buried deep inside of me.

“Shhh, Rayna,” he commanded. Gods, between his touch as his voice I was done for. “Shhh.”

The sound was soft, but it wasn’t just him. There was something else there. A rustling that wasn’t human.

Rustling I had heard before.

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