Soaring in Flames (Reborn #2)

by M. Sinclair

“Angel, the point of punishments, is for you not to enjoy them.” “Oh,” I nibbled my lips, “well, I don’t. I totally do not enjoy kissing. I hate it.”

“Oh, a puppy!” I grinned, “That’s a thought right there. Although, I really think I may be more of a cat person. I want something to snuggle up with.” I thought I heard Atlas mumble out a 'that’s my job.'

“What’s wrong?” I asked the twins sincerely. “Jealousy,” Anani chuckled. “He’s jealous?” I arched an eyebrow. Ledger hummed, “Yeah, that sounds about right.” I looked down at my cute outfit. “Well, I mean he can totally borrow my uniform some time but... and I don’t want to be mean... but I just don’t see a skirt suiting Henry.”

This was the shit my dragon got me into. I’d run out for coffee, pissed that the meeting had been moved and passed a pet shelter. Now we had a kitten.

I still can’t believe the massive, savage creature that lived inside of me was happy as fuck that we’d gotten a furball of destruction.

Then, because I clearly have issues, I felt jealous that she was so attached to the kitten. Christ. What the hell was wrong with me?

Bella let out a small meow and Michael frowned. He looked at me as if the kitten meowing was my fault. In return, I narrowed my eyes at him, his eyes darted back to the screen instantly. That’s what I fucking thought. I mentally dared him to say some shit. If Maya wanted to play a soundtrack of cat meows and fill the office with kittens, she could. As long as she was smiling.

I planned on making Maya the queen of my empire, just so long as her throne was on my fucking lap. I felt like that was reasonable, I mean the woman was going to share my last name one day.

shadow dragon, usually a smoky gray or black in color, according to the massive book that Croy offered me. They had the ability to move silently and through the shadows in their human form. In their dragon form, they could go completely unnoticed and invisible in the sky if they chose.

blood dragon was usually a sapphire blue in coloring, with these massive dark barbs on their tail. Apparently, they were the most bloodthirsty. They loved violence and as dragons, they were not only usually those that led war efforts but were also fantastic hunters. In their human form, they were able to manipulate others' blood and often drank it to fuel their own magic.

The third was a deep crimson color that I instantly recognized as Sai’s type of dragon. The others I hadn’t asked about but it was clear as day that Sai was the type of dragon that had control over both fire and water. What an odd pairing. Croy explained that the balance allowed them to be extremely powerful.

fourth type, which had control over both

air and earth. The dragon was a stunning emerald green with large dark eyes that seemed almost metallic in colori...

The first being named after the hellfire that it spewed. There was rumor that those with hellfire had ancestry from the Demonic realm and that was where it had come from.

white that had telepathic powers.

“Sai is, as you stated, able to control fire and water. I have telepathic abilities, who do you want to know about next?”

“Ledger,” Henry grinned, “is a blood dragon.” “And Anani?” I asked wide-eyed. Because I could not imagine Ledger as having a blood lust as described in the book. “Earth and air.”

“Atlas moves really quietly so I am going to go with shadow.” “Correct,” the man in question chuckled as I jumped.

“So that means that Marco has hellfire?” I arched my brow. Okay, I had to admit that one and Ledger didn’t make much sense to me. Marco demonic? Ledger violent? No way…

The mythos surrounding dragons weren’t wrong. Just a bit different than the truth. We all breathed fire, enjoyed violence, and hoarded pretty shit but just like humans, everyone exhibited these qualities differently. For me, the fact that Maya was in our house was the perfect collection to me. My brother? He had three of her hair ties and an earring she’d left on the counter on his desk.

Anani responded, “Our birthday is August 15th, peanut.”

I sighed in relief as Anani’s electrical scent wrapped around me and a dangerous noise came from his throat. My lips pulled into a smile as I looked down at his muscular wrist, my hair tie I’d left on my desk, officially in his collection. I had noticed him doing it the other day and I fully supported it. Mostly because I had started randomly taking t-shirts and other comfortable things they owned. My bed was like a comfortable nest of blankets, pillows, and whatever shirt I would wear to bed that night that reminded me of them.

It felt like only minutes of gliding, my dragon was thrilled to be let out especially after having marked our mate last night, but he still had complaints. Now he wanted her to see him, because for whatever fucking reasons our dragons really thought that was important. Cocky showoff bastards.

“Are you sure?” She arched a brow, “Because I can make you look sexy but numbers 1-7 down there might throw a fit.” I twisted my lips and then realized that would mean they would probably get growly… and this was a fantastic idea. “Yes. I love this idea.”

knew Anani liked collecting my things so I left them out for him. I knew that Ledger, despite not bringing it up to him, had terrible nightmares. So I always made sure to hold him extra tight when we slept. Sai, despite sometimes being grumpy, was a total sweetheart and loved when we spent one on one time together. I think that was important to all the guys but it seemed extra important to him. Atlas was just…flippin’ perfect. He was like a massive teddy bear that everyone was scared of, except for me. I wasn’t positive if he needed anything but if he did I would give it. One hundred percent. Even Henry, who was beyond competent, sometimes needed help dealing with his dragon. He didn’t realize it but they were extremely intertwined and sometimes pushing him a bit, even though he became growly, made them communicate more than they usually did.

Croy because in some ways he and I were very similar. We had both been very alone. Mind you, it was a different type of alone, but I loved being the one to make his two hundred something years not feel as lonely. I loved being his mate. I loved being their mate…I think I just loved all of them.

For a normal Earth realm bird, she was large like a massive raven, or something along those lines. Her entire neck and legs were colored in golden scales and her body was made of thick gold and red feathers that were ablaze with fire. But not just normal fire—no, her wings were painted with red, orange, and purple flames. Her body a royal blue and purple inferno.

Atlas' normal, heated smile flipped onto his lips as my breathing caught at how beautiful he was. “That’s me, angel. Sweet.” “You are,” I whispered, trying to be as honest as possible despite feeling a bit embarrassed, “you always say the sweetest things and you always put me first.” “You aren’t just first. You’re the only.” He mumbled softly as we drove up the driveway.

“Lorcan Louvre,” she offered quietly, “you are in this month's upcoming spread right?”