Page 32 of Her Warrior Dragon
He nodded and bent down to her. His nostrils flared, and he took in her scent. No fear, just the scent of his woman. His beast loved that she was not afraid of them. Her hand touched the tip of his nose. He closed his eyes briefly, before opening them to find a whimsical smile on her lips.
“Can you understand me?” she asked.
He nodded to her. Even though his dragon was in the forefront, he was still aware of everything. He gently pushed against her hand. She had asked him before if he would take her for a ride in the sky.
Now Gamair was dead, he would be able to finally concentrate on making her his. He leaned his head down to the ground.
She gasped and looked at him.
“A ride?” she asked, her bright smile lighting up her face. She shrieked at his nod and took off running toward him.
It was time he gave her the world.
* * *
Faye didn’t hesitate. She ran to Vander. Her heart slammed in her chest at the sheer size of his dragon. Never would she have imagined she would watch dragons fight to the death, much less ride one. The scales that covered his body were tough but smooth to the touch. She was able to climb up on his shoulders and rested right at the base of his neck.
She braced; his muscles bunched beneath her touch before they were thrust into the air by Vander’s massive wingspan. She gasped and held on tight to Vander’s neck, her eyes squeezed shut. Her hair whipped around her face, and they flew through the air.
She released her grip on his neck and lifted her head slightly. With one eye open, she glanced around and saw nothing but the night sky, filled with twinkling stars. Not a cloud was in the sky, and she was in awe of what was in front of her. They glided through the peaceful night. She had never seen a sky so beautiful. It was like she had a front-row seat to a magical light show.
“This is beautiful,” she murmured, opening her other eye. Excitement filled her chest, and she wished she could know what Vander was thinking. She didn’t dare move. She didn’t want to chance sliding off the large dragon’s back.
Vander’s dragon snorted, as if reading her thoughts.
“Where are we going?” she shouted around the wind. She knew it was silly to think that the dragon could respond to her.
But where were they going?
“Home.”
The word was whispered in her ear, the breeze flying past her.
She knew they weren’t heading toward Westwend. They were cutting through the sky at high speeds.
Was Vander speaking to her telepathically?
“Whose home?”she thought to herself. There was no way Vander was speaking to her.
No way.
“Ourhome.”His voice was now clear.
She wasn’t hearing things. She sat back, amazed they were able to speak to each other. Did this mean they were truly mates? Her heart sped up at the thought. She cared deeply for him and felt there would never be another one.
“Hold on to that thought.”Vander’s voice broke through her thoughts.
Her eyes widened; the sight of the castle came into view.
Home.
The large dragon circled the landing pad of the castle. She wasn’t sure what to do as he made the descent toward the pad. She held on tight, and he made a soft landing. She looked around. The dragon turned and lowered itself toward the ground.
She slid off and backed away while keeping her eyes on him. She’d ridden a flipping dragon! She was in awe and stared at the dragon. The dragon returned her gaze, and appeared to puff its chest out.
She barked out a laugh, realizing he was showing off for her. Power radiated from the massive beast. He was beautiful, but she wanted to see his human counterpart.
“Such a handsome dragon. You are magnificent.” She smiled, clasping her hands to her chest. “But I need to speak to Vander now.”
