Page 16 of The Dragon of her Dreams

Jaegar was already undressing, tugging at his clothes urgently as he tried to disrobe without ruining what I had to assume were very new clothes.

He was out of his jacket, vest, and shirt, the items thrown back toward the door over his shoulder. Then he set to work on getting out of his pants.

I stood back and let my gaze soak in the wonder that was my mate. He was magnificent. So huge, broad and muscular. He was literally what dreams were made of.

He momentarily turned away, so I only saw the clench of his too tight, too perfect ass, before he leapt into the air and shifted into a massive, silver-tipped dragon. Spiraling up into the air, he hovered, waiting for me.

I stared up at him, mesmerized and shivering as the cold began to seep into my body.

“Vanya?” Mom called out. “Are you going too?”

Heedless of whether my parents were watching, I simply nodded my head and unhooked the clasp at the nape of my neck, letting the dress slither to the ground. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and my nipples were already tight and hard. I didn’t bother with my black lace panties. I just let my dragon rise up inside my body, tearing the material apart as she broke free. I flapped my wings, and with a song in my heart, I took to the sky, chasing my fated mate into the clouds.

Chapter 7

Jaegar

I FLEW THROUGH THEwinter sky, my beautiful mate on my tail. In this form, all I could feel was happiness. I had no worries. There was only beauty and pleasure. It was everything I’d ever hoped for and more.

We flew up and around the castle, moving away, then flying back. Tumbling through the air and dancing through the clouds. But where should we go? I didn’t want to go back to the party, and I didn’t think my mate wanted to, either. But my home was too far, and as soon as I shifted back to human, I knew that I’d want my mate. Naked and in a warm bed—in that order.

Finally, we spiraled down together into the courtyard at the castle, and my mate released her dragon, shifting back into her human self. Her naked, human self. She was slender, with just the barest hint of curves, but undeniably beautiful. Her long, dark hair flowed over her body, covering her breasts. She looked like a pale, Gothic goddess.

I let go of my dragon too, knowing full well my cock wouldn’t be soft.

We stood there for a time, staring at each other, caught between worlds, neither of us daring to move or breathe.

Then the door opened, and servants rushed out with robes.

My mate cast me a final, longing glance, before bustling inside and into the warmth of the castle.

I took my time, pulling the robe on and letting my body cool down, literally and figuratively. When I finally walked inside, the servants shut the doors behind me.

My mate was standing nearby, shivering hard. The poor thing didn’t have an ounce of body fat to help keep her warm.

I couldn’t stop myself. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her, tugging her into the heat of my body. “Are you all right?” I asked.

She nodded but didn’t curl into me the way she’d done when we’d first met.

I smiled, unable to be sad at this moment. “You know, I don’t actually know your name.”

She chuckled and lifted her head, staring at me with big, soulful eyes. “I’m Vanya.”

“Vanya...” I let the name roll off my tongue, enjoying the sound. Where had I heard that name before? “How are you related to everyone here?”

Her dad... she’d said someone was her dad. Who was it? I shook my head, trying to clear away the fog that surrounded our meeting.

Her jaw dropped open, and her eyes widened. “Weren’t you here when I opened the party?”

I shook my head. “No, I was talking with Theo outside. Why? Did you—”

The doors to the small room burst open and two women came rushing in.

“Everyone but Jaegar and Vanya, out.”

They weren’t just two women. They were queens. Cass and Lucy both hustled over to us, their arms laden with clothes.

“We thought it safer for us to come than your fathers,” Lucy said with a smile. “We figured we’d be less likely to set off Jaegar’s shifter again.”

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