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“I thought you were going to hurt Brynn, so I was trying to protect her.” I gestured to the woman in the passenger seat. “Why do you think I’m calling you Fireball?”
“Make sure you wash your hair, too. I could smell your friends in your hair.” I raised my eyebrows. “Why were you smelling my hair?” “It’s unavoidable,” he growled. “Just wash their scent out. Please.”
Elodie. Her name was lyrical. It didn’t fit the fire I’d seen from her.
The bond between a dragon shifter and his mate was a codependent one, which was why most of us avoided it like the plague. A dragon couldn’t fly without his mate. Shifting without her at his side became physically impossible. His mate, on the other hand, would go into heat every month after sealing the bond. It was a week of hell for her, month after month, if he didn’t soothe it for her.
“They’ll want to make sure I’ve actually sent my female into heat." “Your female?” She eyed me. “A female,” I corrected. It felt like a lie. Sounded like one, too.
“It’s too bad. I like her.” “You barely know her,” I said. “She thought she was rescuing me from you when she interrupted us, and did it even though she was clearly scared. That’s all I need to know.”
“August would sooner take his own life than physically hurt Elodie. Dragons protect the people that matter to them, period. And until their bond is either broken or cemented, El is at the top of that list. He won’t hurt her—and he’ll make damn sure no one else does either.”
“If you’re staring at the demon, you know I’ll have to kill him, Fireball,” August grumbled. “She’s staring at you, asshole,” Brynn shot back from the kitchen. My gaze jerked to hers, and she winked at me. “I’m the only one checking out Bash.”
He leaned a little closer. “You’re mine for the next few weeks, Fireball. Mine. Got it?”
“Some kinds of lizards have something on the roof of their mouth that helps their sense of smell. Dragons have them too—but they’re only active as far as our mates go. It’s a mesh between tasting and smelling. Supposedly, I’ll be able to tell your needs apart based on your smell when I get used to it. Right now, all the scents in the house are making it impossible and driving me insane.”
“What do I smell like?” “The sky.”
“The sky is a rush. Dragons don’t look for mates, because we can’t fly without them after we’re paired off. Flying is freedom, adrenaline, fun… it’s not an insult. I love the sky.”
“You did it again,” I growled. “The thing where you breathed in.” “Because I’m attracted to you. Get over it, August.” “Don’t think I can ever get over that.”
And I’d never get enough of it. Not to last me through the rest of my immortal life. I barely knew her, but I already knew that walking away from her was going to hurt like hell.
She belonged there with me. In the sky. On my back. With me.
I’d met my mate… And she was mine. End of the discussion.
It didn’t make sense, but every fiber of my being told me it was right for me. He was right for me.
“What do I smell like to you?” “Mine.” He touched me again. “Pleasure. Need. Home.”
August and I were a team, even when life was shitty.
“You’re beautiful.” His voice was quiet. “I can’t remember if I’ve told you that.”
I’d be back for my Fireball, and the home we’d made ours, as soon as possible.
It was the first real moment of normalcy I’d had since heat started, but it didn’t feel normal. It felt hollow. And I had no idea what to do about that.
“I don’t give a damn about romance. I just want you.”
“That a threat?” “Yep. I’m very terrifying.” “Five and a half feet of pure fire.”
“I’m fucking pissed that you followed me here. It kills me that you put yourself in danger. That you snuck into the prison. That you flew with my brother. But I’m enough of a bastard that despite my anger, I’m relieved.”
“I like you.” “I like you too.”
“I’m a lucky bastard.” “I know you are.”
“If I die, you’re going to end up with some other bastard,” August said. “So I’m not going to die. There’s no reason to talk about it. You’re mine.”
He was gorgeous. And he was mine. It was insane. Absolutely insane. But nothing had ever felt so right.
His chest rumbled with something. Joy. Pride. Pleasure. “All of the above,” he said.
“Let’s make it forever.” My mouth stretched in a smile against his. “Forever sounds good to me.” I’d fallen for a dragon… And I wouldn’t go back even if I could.
