Page 54 of House of Demons and Bones

I reached out to touch his snout. The heat radiated through my palm, and he shivered, those golden eyes glowing with pure devotion.

“Nice to meet you, Tyson.” I smiled at him.

His pleasure rolled through our bond. I wasn’t scared of him at all, despite Killian’s warning. He was my mate too, and I knew deep in my bones that he’d never harm me.

“What would you like to do, mate?” he asked politely.

“Good question.” I studied him. “Not sure if this is too forward, but…”

“Nothing from you could be too much,” he rumbled. “I like you being forward. You can be aggressive with me.”

“Can we go for a ride then?” I asked. “But you’ll do most of the flying?”

“I’ll do all the flying.” He puffed out a stream of fire from his scaled golden lips. “I was afraid you’d never ask.”

“I asked politely,” I said.

He chuckled and lowered himself, though I didn’t need the help—I could jump onto him just fine. Still, that was sweet of him.

I’d already swung one leg over when a thought hit.

“Wait, dragon!”

I scrambled back to the bed, grabbed a blanket, and tossed it over his back.

He blinked.

“Gotta protect my butt from those scales,” I explained.

“I don’t mind if your butt is unwashed,” he rumbled.

My face flushed. The ridiculous lie had spread across campus, yet Tyson wasn’t joking. And yeah, I hadn’t had time to wash it after my mind-bending sex with Killian—I liked having his scent on me.

Carry my scent,Killian said in my mind, making me pause. Thanks to our mating bond, we could now mind-talk, but I enjoyed this bottom joke even less than the dick joke.

I leapt onto the dragon’s back. “Let’s fly, dragon, like in a storybook.”

“Never read one,” he said. “And call me Tyson, mate.”

He launched toward the sky, dark red fire streaming into the air. I hugged his neck, ducking his flame and holding on for dear life. He puffed out another jet of flame in satisfaction. The snowy mountains stretched far beneath his massive wings, wild wind whipping through my bouncing curls while sunlight gleamed on his scales.

“I’ll tell you a secret, Tyson,” I said.

“A good secret?” He craned his neck, rapt attention in his eyes.

“Yesterday, I was still a girl. Today, I’m a woman.”

“What happened?” Tyson asked in his dragon voice. “What turned you from a girl to a woman?”

“I’m mated to both of you.”

He purred with pride and happiness.

“So, I’m going to make some adjustments,” I announced.

“What adjustments?”

“Well, for one, I’ll tell fewer jokes.”

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