Page 61 of Gift from the Source
Leaning down to her ear, I ask, “What’s got you so worked up, sweetness?”
“Let’s shift,” she says hastily and I chuckle as she scurries off.
I’ll never grow tired of watching her shift. It’s the most magical thing. I obsessively stare as she transforms from a fucking beautiful woman to a beautiful beast. There’s simply no comparison to what it’s like witnessing the only other being in any realm do what only you can do. It’s enchanting.
And so damn sexy.
I wait until she’s in her fifteen-foot size before I finally let my own dragon free. He can’t help but let out a roar that shakes the trees and we race after our mate as she shoots into the clouds.
Our playful dance immediately commences as soon as I’m close enough to blow smoke around her tail. Every twist, turn, or roll she does, I match. Every flip, dive, or back soaring I do, she matches.
Together in the air or on the ground, we match each other perfectly.
After a few minutes of our dragons burning out their apprehension from the day, we slow our pace and just enjoy the sight of the sky.
The palace comes into view far faster than I would’ve liked. The need to keep flying, though, gets burned away when that little spark of excitement returns to my sweetness.
Our claws touch down and we shift. I’m on her in a second, purring in her ear.
“Ready for a shower and bed?”
“Yep,” she squeaks, and I chuckle as I transport us to her bedroom in the south wing.
A sigh of relief falls from her lips when we enter the empty room and some of the nervous energy that’s mixed in with some much more delicious feelings, settles down. I look down at her, arching a brow, but she turns her beautiful flushing face from me.
“Solo shower, dragon,” she murmurs as she pats my chest and giggles at my groan.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes with the guys,” I tell her, giving her a kiss and releasing her to shower. Alone.
I retreat to my room—well, run—and take my own shower.
It’s torturous.
The thrum in her bond is too addictive to ignore. The jumbling of emotions all throughout her call to me. I can’t tell if she wants us to just hold her, talk to her, fuck her, or maybe all the above.
She’s tired from her long day, yet wired.
Nerves are skittering through her, but at the same time, she’s giddy with excitement.
Hell, I don’t know what’s going on with my little wanderer.
“Something’s got Willow’s wings ruffled. I can’t keep up with what’s going on inside of her,” I say immediately when I step out of my room at the same time the guys do.
Their heads turn to me, then they shake them with little snorts.
I don’t know what they find so funny.
“Maybe you should learn to mind your business, dragon,” Cas says.
“She’s had a very long, confusing, and emotional day. Give her a breath,” Core adds, all reasonable and shit.
It’s the shit-eating grin on the giant’s face that I pay attention to, though.
“What do you know that we don’t?” I ask and the brothers turn their heads to him.
“Not a thing.”
“Lie,” all three of us say.
