Page 36 of Never Feed a Dragon

My gaze lowered to his backside, and lingered.

Hot damn.

The man was too attractive for his own good. Definitely too attractive for my good.

Eli stepped forward, and shifted.

I couldn’t stop my eyes from widening as he transformed. His tall, strong body grew and stretched until there was a massive dragon in front of me. His scales were silver, his wings tucked in close, and his eyes bright with heat’s fire.

I missed the blue, though.

“Are your eyes usually blue in your dragon form?” I wondered.

“Probably. My brothers’ are.” He spoke into my mind, and it still felt intimate. Not quite as surprising as before, but definitely intimate.

“You guys look really similar.”

“Coming from the girl with an identical twin.”

“It wasn’t an insult.”

“I didn’t think it was. We’re all gorgeous bastards.”

A snort escaped me, and I stepped up to his side. “Humble, too.”

“I’ll add it to the list of my best qualities. It’s a long list.”

I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t hide my smile. Lifting my hand to his side, I set it on his scales and brushed my fingers over the smoothness. He probably would’ve felt warm if I wasn’t stupidly sweaty, but I was.

The urge to knock on the scales hit me, and I didn’t bother suppressing it. My fist rapped lightly, twice, but I didn’t hear the knock, knock I expected.

“Who’s there?” he asked.

I had to bite my lip to stop myself from grinning. “Butter.”

“Butter who?”

“We butter get going, because it’s going to be a long flight.”

He snorted so loudly, I felt it against my palm. Steam escaped his nostrils, too. “Somehow, you just got even sexier, Spaghetti.”

“Since when do stupid jokes add to someone’s sex appeal?”

“Since they make you smile, and lighten the mood. Lift up your arms.”

“Why would I—oof.”

His tail settled against my chest hard enough to knock some of the breath from me.

“Sorry. I’ve never done that before.” His apology was quick, and genuine. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” I mumbled.

“Alright. Just stay still for a second.” With that, he lifted me off the ground with his tail, and set me on his back.

The angle was different, and it took me a minute to find the most comfortable position. When I did, I ended up molded to the back of his neck, my arms around him too.

“If I get sweaty, don’t let me slide off,” I called out. “As bad as it is to be a sauna, I’d rather not die just yet.”

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