Page 92 of Magic and Mayhem

Well, that was going to be interesting to explain.

But first, we needed to figure out a few of the important details about this mate telepathy business before we got up in the air. “Let’s try something. I’m going to think about what kind of cake we should eat and you see if you can hear what I’m thinking.”

That got me another giggle and a very wiggly dragon, but he closed his eyes again and stayed quiet to listen.

Closing my eyes as Kenzie had done, I did my best to think about where his voice had come from in my mind and aimed my thoughts toward it.

Carrot cake.

Waiting, I tried it again, louder that time, if that made any sense at all.

Carrot cake.

I wasn’t sure it’d worked, so I opened my eyes and saw a pouting dragon.

Daddy, carrots are too healthy for cake.

Yep, he’d heard me.

“Not if there’s cream cheese frosting.” I leaned over and gave my dramatic cutie a kiss. “But I know my cutie has chocolate cake hidden in the kitchen somewhere, so I’ll pick that.”

Bright eyes shined up at me and giggles filled my head.

Yay. Chocolate cake.

“After we fly. Then you’ll need a good shot of energy and cake is probably the best way to fix that.” Kenzie wiggled, loving my ridiculous logic. “Are you ready?”

Yes, Daddy. I’m big and strong.

For some reason, being able to hear his earnest voice in my head made the whole thing easier to process. Yes, I’d known it was Kenzie before, but this was my adorable cutie.

“You’re going to do great.” Giving his head a quick kiss that I knew he’d love, I marveled at the slightly rougher texture of his larger form. It wasn’t uncomfortable to the touch, but it felt like his skin was thicker in his larger form. “Alright, up I go.”

He’d been right—his wings were sturdy enough to use as a mounting block, but it still felt wrong to ride him like a horse.

Not a horsey, Daddy. Dragon.

I laughed as I swung my right leg over his back, settling low at the base of his neck where it met his shoulders and seemed to make the most sense. “I can see that, my little dragon.”

I was on a fucking dragon.

More giggles floated through my mind, reminding me that I was going to have to work on cleaning up my thoughts a bit.

No fucking your dragon, Daddy. I’m too big.

Groaning, I did my best not to imagine anything inappropriate.

Naughty little dragon.

That got me more laughter and he didn’t deny being a wicked cutie.

Hold on tight, Daddy.

Fuck.

“Alright.” Wrapping my arms around his neck, I tried to keep my feet out of the way of his wings.

My heart stopped as his wings flapped and something that felt lighter than air filled the space around us. Magic? Something his body produced to help? Processing everything logically helped me ignore the crazy whirl my stomach was doing as we moved higher off the ground.

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