Page 69 of Harbinger

“Thank you for doing this for me,” she spoke softly and so quietly. But with my dragon hearing I was able to hear every heartfelt word.

I turned my head and she reached a hand out to stroke my scaly chin.

The intimacy of it—fuck, everything—overtook me, and the next thing I knew, I was darting my tongue out and licking her hand. She didn’t flinch. Instead, she held it steady, while her eyes shone at me.

Moments passed where we reveled in the moment.

And then she got to her feet on my back, grinned at me, then leapt off me with a backward flip.

“Race you back down!” she cried out, as she brought her stunning wings into play and took off through the dark sky, weaving in and out wildly and impressively skillfully.

I chased her down, but she bested me with both her speed and skill.

As I landed, the ground reverberating beneath me, despite the graceful and tampered down way I touched down, those golden wings caught my eye. Before I could shift back, she was there, landing right beside me and strolling up to me, wonder filling her stunning eyes, a wide smile spread across her gorgeous face.

She came right up to me and then surprised me as she reached out carefully for the side of my head.

I turned slightly and we connected, her soft skin gliding over my scales and sending a shiver of need through me. Alow rumble of satisfaction emanated from me, making her eyes sparkle in awe, and then she was full-on stroking my hard skin.

“Incredible,” she breathed. “So warm. It’s like armor but also so far beyond that.”

A thrill went through me at her supremely positive reaction to the beastly version of me.

I couldn’t stop a groan of contentment from escaping me as she continued stroking me, her hands moving to my head, stretching to the thorny crown atop. She moved around and even reached out and touched one of my wings. It fluttered under her attentions before I could reel it in, startling her and making her jump back out of range with one of her cute little giggles.

I shifted back with a burst of red, fiery magic, returning to my human state in just my leather pants.

Usually I reverted back completely naked, the transition was easier and felt better that way. But I didn’t want to bare myself to her without her agreement. That was fucked-up and I didn’t want anything messing with the great time we’d had together tonight.

Her eyes were all over my bare torso, tracing my dragon markings.

And then she was there reaching out again.

This time, as she pressed her hand to my skin, I reacted, snagging her hand and covering it over my chest.

Our eyes locked.

And then she was leaning in.

Her lips brushed mine.

Softly.

Tentatively.

So fucking intensely.

This was her open and honest, her usual repression thrown to the wayside.

I didn’t want the moment to slip away.

I wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her to me, crushing her softness against all my hard muscle, my other hand fisting in her golden waves as I deepened the kiss and tasted her on my tongue, my lips, savoring every part of it.

She moaned into my mouth and sank into me, meeting the soft but determined strokes of my tongue.

She had my cock hard as fucking steel in moments and it took everything I had not to roll my hips and grind against her, and that only ramped up when she grasped my biceps, stroking fervently and exerting some sexy strength in the process.

I feared it would be a step too far.

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