Page 76 of Primal Dragon

“Excellent, then we can just stay home all the time and fuck.”

“Perfect.”

Eventually, they detached from each other. Quinn got into the shower and Henrik wrestled up some food. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it would keep them fueled up for their night. He should’ve let her sleep for a while. They were going to be in for a long night.

He texted Warren to meet them with coffee too. She would need the warmth and the caffeine.

By the time they were both showered, dressed, fed, and ready to go, the sun was starting to set.

They grabbed blankets and he wrapped her up in a bundle. She would still get cold, but he would fly fast and the quickest route and get her back on the ground as soon as possible. He stripped down and stuffed his clothes in a bag.

Quinn’s hungry gaze caught his eye.

“None of that, you vixen. We have to leave.”

“It’s not my fault you’re so sexy, especially when you’re naked.”

“I would really prefer not to be hard when we land in front of Warren. Would you please knock it off?”

She burst out laughing and then closed her eyes. “I’m done. I swear.”

She heard a woosh of the air shifting around her. When she opened her eyes, there was Henrik in all his dragon glory.

“You’re a beautiful dragon. I didn’t get a chance to tell you that.”

Thank you, sweetheart, he projected his thoughts to her.

He moved over to her. She was like a caterpillar in her cocoon lying on the snow in a sleeping bag stuffed with more blankets, the duffle bag strapped to her. He picked her up in his claws and then extended his wings. He pushed up into the air.

Quinn gave a gasp, but nothing more.

He flew fast and true. He wanted to get her out of the cold again.

Are you doing all right?

“I’m okay,” she said. “It’s not as bad as the first time.”

Good. We’ll get there soon.

He flew through the low hanging clouds, hoping to stay off any radar or out of any plane windows. Chicago lights hit the horizon and he felt relief. She was hardly shivering yet. He found their landing spot where he’d directed Warren to meet them with his car.

The wolf shifter was leaning against it. He was surprised Drake hadn’t confiscated it or destroyed it.

Henrik dropped Quinn gently on the ground and then landed just on the other side of the car. He quickly shifted and headed back.

Quinn was crawling out of the blanket cocoon, giving Warren a sharp glare. “Really, you can’t help a girl?”

“I’m not touching another man’s unclaimed mate,” Warren said gently. “It’s not being rude, it’s not having a death wish.”

Henrik chuckled as he grabbed the duffle bag and quickly got changed.

“I have to get dressed or Quinn won’t be able to control herself around me.”

“Hey.” She stuck out her tongue, though he did catch the touch of pink on her cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold.

Warren just laughed. “The two of you are looking far more mate-like than the last time I saw you.”

Henrik couldn’t help but smile. “Leave it, Warren.”

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