Page 92 of Gold Sector

Warmth engulfs my being, my hands trembling as I release the fabric from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

His gaze dances down to my breasts, then to the apex between my thighs, and he unfastens his pants.

He’s cloakless and shoeless, leaving his trousers as the only item he needs to remove. Yet he does it painfully slowly, like he’s purposely prolonging my anticipation.

Or maybe he’s ensuring he doesn’t hurt himself.

Because he’s hard.Very, very hard. His knot is a throbbing bulb at the base of his shaft, one I long to lick.

“You look thirsty, little diamond,” he murmurs, his hands pushing the black fabric down his thighs. “I’d offer you something to drink, but my beast is demanding that I satisfy his needs first.” He kicks off his pants and holds ahand out for me. “Come fly with me, little diamond. I want everyone in the sector to see you on my back.”

“I’ve never been flying before,” I admit while placing my palm against his, my heart hammering in my rib cage.

He frowns. “Does the thought frighten you?”

I shake my head. “No, it excites me. I’ve always wanted to fly.”

His irises glitter as he leads me out onto the balcony, the sun reflecting off his beautiful features. “I’m very pleased to be your first, printesa mea,” he murmurs, pulling me in for another kiss before pressing his lips to my ear. “And I fully intend to be your last, too.”

Before I can process those words, he’s already stepping back and shifting.

My lips part as he reveals his dragon form, his golden scales immediately familiar. Because I’ve seen him like this before.

A week ago.

When meeting with the Royal Court.

“You sniffed me that day,” I acknowledge aloud, utterly in awe at the visual unraveling before me. Because he’s stunning. Majestic. Absolutely breathtaking.

His beast gives a little purr, like he’s pleased by my recognition, or perhaps he can see my appreciation. It has to be obvious. I’m practically gaping at him, and I can feel my lips stretching into a stupid grin.

But he’s just so gorgeous.

Something I tell him out loud now and I swear his dragon preens in response. Then he dips his head to the ground and releases a loud, commanding rumble. It’s not a growl but a deep purr that has me moving toward him without hesitation.

I can’t believe I’m about to fly.

It’s like a dream.

A fantasy I never thought would exist.

Yet here I am, seconds away from climbing onto a dragon’s back. And not just any dragon, a Drakon Alpha. A prince.My mate.

Except, I have no idea how to mount him. “You’re so big,” I whisper, absolutely in awe of his size. “When we first met, I only saw your claws and golden scales.” I nearly reach for him, suddenly longing to touch him.

He leans toward me like he knows, and I give in to the urge, his scales surprisingly soft and sleek.And shimmering with power.

I shiver as his energy slides up my arms, creating a thin armor against my skin. It’s similar to what he usually wears, only it expands beyond my arms to my chest.

I gasp as the soft metal forms over my nipples, the kiss of magic both sensual and arousing.

The gold spreads to cover my breasts, creating a bra of sorts, one that should be uncomfortable but isn’t.

“Why does this feel like silk?” I ask him, studying my arm. “I know it’s gold. But it moves with me like it’s fabric, not metal.”

He doesn’t answer me, just purrs like he’s pleased that I’m enjoying his enchantment.

Which I very much am. Especially the way it warms and cools against my skin.