Page 125 of Drawn By Dragonblood
Mate.
The whisper purred through my mind but wasn’t the voice I’d heard when confronting Dolyn.
“It’s really you,” Jon choked in disbelief, but I couldn’t tear my gaze off Elijah’s pale eyes and the elongated pupils, the filmlike eyelids that blinked shut from the sides rather than vertically.
Yessss.
It was our alpha beast speaking, I had zero doubt.
A smile seemed to stretch the dragon’s gaping jaw, and he shot upward with a harsh flap that rushed even harsher wind into our faces and blew my hair back.
A shriek then laughter burst from both Jon and I as we stepped away from the force, our heads shifting toward the sky to keep Elijah in sight as long as we could.
He disappeared in a bend of light as he’d told us he must do, lest anyone hiking the mountains catch sight of him. It had been days and days since he’d stretched in his true form, and both Jon and I had insisted he take a few minutes of complete freedom when we’d felt his inner pull to do so.
A shiver slid down my spine as the day’s coolness made itself known fully on my skin.
“Pinch me, baby.”
I did so on Jon’s forearm, harshly enough he hissed. “Guess we aren’t dreaming, huh?”
“Nope.” He shook his head, scanning the sky. “Definitely not. This is weird as fuck.”
“But are you happy?”
“Fuck yes.” He didn’t hesitate to answer even though the bond wouldn’t allow for lies.
“Is it scary to you that we won’t have any thoughts that are fully our own? Emotions we might wish to hide?” I asked, wrapping my free arm around my core to stay warm.
Jon’s head whipped toward me. “What do you have to hide?”
“Absolutely nothing,” I quickly assured him even though he would heart the truth in my heart. “I initially thought it might suck when PMS strikes—you both will feel my bitchy side?—”
“Ah, fuck.” Jon rubbed his hand over his face.
“—but then I realized that you’ll both be aware of my grumpiness long before I lose the ability to hold it back.”
“So that underlying…whatever it is I feel coming off you,” Jon stated slowly, finally turning my way to study my face. “Is that…”
“Yeah.” I grimaced. “My breasts are sore, and I’m a little bloated too. But look on the bright side.” Jon’s brow rose at my smirk. “You’ll have something more than my hand or mouth to take care of your animalistic needs for those five to seven days.”
Heat flashed in Jon’s eyes along with a rush of warmth between my thighs that wasn’t purely my own.
“Oh.” I blinked. “This bond thing is seriously kinky?—”
Awareness of Elijah’s return to close proximity pulled both of our gazes off each other. We searched the sky, and my nostrils flared as the scent of him filled my lungs.
But where was?—
Black scales flickered back to life, taloned feet settling directly in front of us. His entire body shimmered into existence atop the veranda. Elijah in his true form barely fit on the stone outcropping, crowding us against our home’s front door.
I bit the inside of my lip to keep hysterical laughter from bubbling out of me.
A massive dragon stood feet in front of me, warmth along with the scent of brimstone and that cinnamon-like spice scent filling the air.
Jon reached out first, his fingertips trailing over what appeared to be impenetrable scales, same as the armor Elijah had crafted for his robots.
A low rumble huffed over my face as Elijah turned his long neck toward us.
