Page 77 of The Mating Claim

Incursive.

I may be a millennial dragon, but I can read cursive. Laughing, she blew out puffs of smoke of herown.

Tried a little skywriting of her own and then dropped to a lower altitude to study hercreation.

Drust.Well-hung.

Horrified, she blew out more smoke, trying to eraseit.

Too late. Flying closer to her, Drust flashed a toothygrin.

Thanks for the compliment.She heard him laughing inside hermind.

Finally the last streaks of light faded, and Drust nudged her from behind.Let’s return to the house before youtire.

Lacey followed him back toward the shore. Shifting into dragon certainly had itsadvantages.

When they landed and shifted back into their human form and clothing, Drust held out his hand. Lacey took it as they walked back to thehouse.

“I love being a dragon,” she told him, still rapt with the experience. “Flying is so freeing for me. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t fly. I guess that’s why I spoiled Evie for all those years, for her malformed wing. I felt bad she could not experience the skies the way Icould.”

He nodded. “To fly at night, see the canopy of stars as if one could touch them, it is truly the best part of beingdragon.”

Drust made her feel free and uninhibited. She cherished this feeling, thinking she could express herself honestly and not worry he would take it the wrong way. He didn’t push himself on her, but seemed to take cues from her. So different from the other men she’d been around. Letting her take her time, getting to know her, and yet she knew the simmering heat between them threatened to boil over like a pressurecooker.

Anticipation could be as wonderful as the reward. A shiver of sensual delight went through her. As long as the anticipation did not stretch out toolong.

She didn’t know how long she had on this earth. No one did. But while she still lived and breathed, she wanted to seize life with both hands and enjoy every lastsecond.

That included sex with Drust. She could imagine no one else for a lover. Every time she was around him, her body felt electrified, tight with need. It made her realize she hadn’t been as frigid and sexless as her ex-boyfriendstated.

I was merely waiting for the rightman.

No, the rightwizard.

The house was dark when they approached, but Drust waved a hand, illuminating the outdoor and kitchen lights. In the living room, she rummaged through one of the books on theshelves.

Ancient Greek Myths. Lacey held it up. “Your high schoolyearbook?”

“Ha ha. Before my time.” He headed into the kitchen. “Drink?”

“Youdrink?”

“Not alcohol. I was thinking hot chocolate. It is chilly out and you are cold-blooded bynature.”

I feel warm-blooded now, real warm.Lacey sat on the sofa, curling her legs beneathher.

When he brought over the hot chocolate, steam curling into the air, their gazes met. The heat in his almost made her drop themug.

So he definitely felt it as well. With this kind of sexual energy jumping between them, it was going to be hard for him to focus on finding a way to saveher.

Setting down the mug, she bit back a nervous laugh. Not that he didn’t look amazing when he washard.

Maybe she should push him away. Because as much as she was dying to have sex with this cute, serious and extremely hunky wizard, she was also dying if he didn’t answers to the book’sdestruction.

“You know Drust, I’m restless. I think I’m going to fly again, See thestars.”

He sat on the sofa and leaned back. “No.”