Page 209 of The Dryad Storm

“Wyverns can be a bit... insatiable,” he admits, searching my eyes for a reaction. “Or so I’m told. And... ourbond...” His gaze rakes over me, and I raise a brow at the lust still swimming in his eyes. He lets out a long breath and gives mea shy smile. “Don’t worry, Elloren. I’ll let you get some sleep.” His gaze roves over me once more. “Even though I could keep you up all night.”

I swallow, a spark of hunger igniting. “That was... what you just did... you behind me... that was...interesting. I never knew that position was even...”

He cocks a brow as I trail off.

“I’m wondering...” I say, flustered by his effect on me. By how he is, in this. “I’m wondering if you have any other... tricks up your sleeve.”

“My sleeve?” Amusement dances in his eyes.

“Or... other places.”

He narrows his eyes and smiles, and a shiver races down my spine at the sultry warmth in it.

“It’s not like you’ve done this... quite a lot...” I note.

“Elloren, you’re my first.”

“So, how did you know about...that...”

Mischief lights his expression. “I have an active imagination.”

“Well, you should run with it.”

Yvan laughs, and I grin at him, his fire ramping up hotter. His smile widens.

“What?” I ask, sensing his deeper flicker of amusement.

“We’re such... Westerners.”

A laugh escapes me. “I know.”

“We just... joined,” he says, “and we can barely speak of it.”

He pulls me into a loving embrace, his fire flaring. Hisdesireflaring.

Holy all the gods.

“I love you, Elloren,” he says, heartfelt. And I realize, Yvan is reserved in so many ways, but not in this. His heart is wide open. Wide open to me.

“I love you too,” I tell him, my heart equally open to him.

The two of us fully bonded, in every way, save for the Wyvern bite.

Yvan moves back a fraction and traces his fingertip down the center of my body, stopping just below my stomach, his touch hovering between my hips.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmurs, his gaze lifting to meet mine. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

I reach up, thread my fingers through his hair, grab hold of a horn, and pull him toward me, kissing him deeply in answer.

In a flash he’s over me, wings fanning out. “You truly want me to run with it?” he asks, eyes flaring hot.

I bare my teeth in a cheeky grin. “Get creative, Wyvern.”

The lascivious heat in his gaze ignites hotter.

“Go ahead, Yvan,” I prod, “make up for lost time.”

“Just lie back,” he offers as he pushes himself up a fraction, the assured heat in his voice sending a shiver down my spine. “The Zhilon’ile Wyverns told me about something called the Wyvern Firekiss. I’m going to show you what that is.” He opens his mouth slightly to reveal his tongue heating to glowing violet at its tip.

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