Page 26 of Bite Me

He didn’t move but frowned and searched her eyes. “Save that for the bedroom, mate.”

The Black Dragon roared and lifted up into the air, flying over their heads, wreaking havoc from above. His demon dragons jumped around, screeching like flying monkeys.

Leon raised his hands, exactly as she’d done to summon him, then fisted them tight and whipped them down, spreading drops of blood from the palms of his hands.

Dozens of her brothers and sisters, including Portia manifested in tornadoes all around them. Leon turned to her and Ky, and mouthed the word, “Run.”

Ky shifted back into his dragon form, snatched her up, and took to the air too. He pivoted and dove, while Jada screamed and squealed.

Down below Leon and her siblings ripped the demon dragons to shreds. They fought like a well-trained machine, protecting each other’s backs, forcing the enemy to retreat.

She couldn’t fight like that. She’d never even seen any of them so much as punch each other in jest.

She was definitely signing up for some self-defense classes, like Kung Fu or Krav Maga, after today.

She kicked her feet, catching one demon dragon in the jaw, before Ky lifted them higher into the sky.

“Hold on.”

“To what?” He had his talons wrapped around her shoulders like a harness. Jada grabbed onto them like they were the straps to a parachute pack. It was really going to suck if he dropped her.

The Black Dragon roared again and shot a swath of fire through the sky. It dove for them, its claws outstretched, reaching for her.

Shit, shit, shit.

Ky flipped in the air, and Jada’s stomach flipped out. Puking was better than dying.

The Black Dragon missed her leg by a millimeter, slicing her pant leg clean open. He circled around and attacked again.

Ky blew icy water into the other dragon’s wings, tilting him off course, giving them a chance to dart in the other direction.

They flew down the beach and out across the water. Ky’s grip on her tightened. “Hold your breath, Jada.”

Ack. She gulped in three big breaths of air, waiting for him to drop into the sea. On her last big inhale Ky dove into the water, tucking her tight against his chest, and sped through the currents, away from the Black Dragon and his minions of hell.

Just Keep Swimming

Ky slipped beneath the waves and formed a bubble in the water around Jada. She sputtered and took in deep breaths, but then remained silent.

Too silent. It had been evident all over her face she’d known who the black rogue dragon was. The question was how.

Fleeing from a battle pricked at Ky like the spines of a lionfish. He never retreated. A dragon warrior fought until the bitter end.

His people looked to him to lead them, in battle and in life. All responsibilities he gladly accepted as the first son of the Blue Dragon Wyr.

The responsibility for another’s soul, that’s what he’d taken on when he claimed Jada.

Even in his dragon form, healed of all his wounds from the cool water of the Atlantic soothing him, he could still feel the sting from the slap to his face. He’d claimed her, and she’d fucking slapped him.

She didn’t realize the torture that inflicted on his soul. She didn’t want him, and he could think of nothing but claiming her again and again, until she accepted him, accepted them.

He never thought he’d have a mate. Told himself he didn’t need or want one. There were plenty of women to share his bed.

The feel of her in his arms, when he kissed her, when he’d claimed her, tossed his lonely existence right out and into the dirt to be eaten by the dogs.

He’d never been so completely connected to another being’s soul. Could he trust her with his own?

A mate.

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