Page 67 of The Dragon 1

He turned his massive head and grinned at her. It was a full display of wicked ivory fangs, each longer than a big man’s arm.

He did not grin at her in mockery.

It was in profound admiration.

She inched back in horror.

Perhaps, his dragon’s grin was a bit off-putting. He didn’t know. He typically never smiled in this form.

What is her name?

His wings slowed, beating the air. He hovered just above the city square, a shadow forged in gold and black flame.

And then—his length twitched.

Heavy.

Primal.

Aroused.

Once again, not in centuries had it stirred like this.

Not in battle.

Not in bloodlust.

But her?

She had pulled fire from his breath. Shoved want into his loins.

He shifted midair, rising higher, tilting his massive body just enough to reveal the full weight of his desire—thick, scaled, and unmistakably hard.

Let her see.

Let her know what she’d awakened in the heart of a god.

Below, she flinched.

Eyes widened.

Her lips parted as if to speak but no words followed.

Do you know what you are doing to me, little one?

Still—her hands did not drop. Her power did not fade. Her silver gaze held steady even through the shock. Even through the heat now rising between them like a forbidden storm…

Korin’s grin widened, fangs gleaming like curved blades.

She had seen his hunger.

Gods help him. . .

She hadn’t looked away.

Mmmm.

He lowered his massive body back to proper position, begun to breathe her in, and realized that her scent was a perfume unlike any he’d known.