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“Wait. You want me to ride on top of your dragon?” He erased the small space between us, those golden eyes glittering in the semidarkness. “Yes, Malina. I want you to ride my dragon.”
Motherfucking gods of hell.
“That slave boy’s a fucking dragon,” spat the bearded one who’d attacked me.
“My feisty firebird. Proof that you are meant to be mine. My dragon would only choose a powerful female for his mate.”