Page 33 of Her Warrior Dragon
Vander hadto force his dragon to back away so he was able to shift and come to the forefront. His dragon, finally able to strut in front of Faye, was having too much fun showing off. It wanted Faye to accept him as well.
He opened his eyes, and Faye came into view. His legs moved of their own accord, needing to get to her. She ran toward him, meeting him halfway, and threw her body at him. He caught her midair, bringing her flush against his body.
“I knew you would come for me,” she cried out, tightening her arms around his neck.
“Always,” he whispered and promised to never let her go. He refused to lose her and was glad Gamair was finally dead.
“Was that you in my head, or am I going crazy?” she pulled back and asked.
He smiled down at the curious look in her eye. He knew without a doubt she was his mate. If he was able to communicate telepathically with her, then that proved beyond a doubt that she was meant to be his.
“Yes,” he admitted. He pushed a strand of her swamp-dried hair from her face. Even dirty from her ordeal in the Wetlands, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
She smiled and shyly looked down, then she froze in place.
“Over time, the connection between us will get stronger.”
“Oh, my goodness!” she exclaimed, shock etched on her face. “You’re naked!”
He glanced down and chuckled. His cock appeared to decide to wake up at that moment and stood at attention.
“Ah, sorry,” he murmured. “Clothing doesn’t make it through the shift.”
With a wave his hand, clothing appeared on his body, covering his naked flesh.
“Wow.” Faye chuckled and eyed him. “Can you make your clothes disappear like that, too?” She cocked an eyebrow at him.
He barked out a laugh.
He just loved her sass.
“Mine and yours,” he promised. He grabbed her hand and guided her toward the entry door of the castle.
“So, what does all of this mean?” she asked and followed behind him.
It was time for him to tell her everything. That she was his mate, and that everything he had ever collected in his castle was to prepare for his mate. Now that the threat toward her was gone, they could begin their life together, as long as she would have him.
“Hold that thought.” He quickly ushered her into the castle and pulled her behind him, marching down the halls. It was late at night, and most of the servants would be off duty.
“I’m sure I look like death warmed over. If my clothes are a hint of what I look like, I don’t want to scare anyone?—”
“You’re fine. This won’t take long,” he assured her.
They came to the table in the hallway that blocked his hoard room. He released her hand to push the sturdy table out of the way. He turned to Faye and blew out a nervous breath. His dragon had been collecting for years to prepare for this moment.
“Dalma told me that this room was off-limits—” she began.
He placed a finger to her lips and stared down at her.
“Come. I’ll show you what’s in there.” He motioned for her to follow him. He stopped in front of the steel door and placed his hand on the biometric hand scanner.
Over the years, he had built up quite the hoard for his future mate. It would require top security, as technology had advanced over the years. The light over the pad on the wall beeped and went green.
Nervousness filled his chest. He opened the door. He faced her and grabbed her smaller hand into his, leading her into the room. The lights came on. They walked inside. It was a few stories tall and filled with all the treasures he’d collected over the centuries. A gasp echoed behind him, and they walked further into the room.
He turned to find her frozen in place with her eyes wide.
“Oh. My. God!” she breathed out.
