Page 5 of To Spark a Dragon's Love
“I understand.” Willow looked over her shoulder to the cabin in the distance where I sensed my dragon kin and humans watching from the darkened windows.
Understand.I doubted it.
But as she turned to me with a sadness that haunted the pretty depths of her eyes, I got the strangest sense of déjà vu.
Willow nodded again as if she’d decided the fate of the universe and made peace with it. “Welp. We might as well get this over with.”
3
Willow
Straight to the Good Stuff
My hands were trembling. I kept wringing them behind my back as we made our way into Kieran’s home. Malachy walked like he owned the place, heading straight down the side hall toward the bedrooms.
I’m glad he knew where he was going because I hadn’t done much exploring in here besides chasing Harper down the halls.
But it wasn’t only his sense of direction that made him so dominant. He was big. He took powerful, masculine steps. Everything about him filled too much space and seemed to force even the light to move around him. It was all I could do to keep up as we walked, trying not to let his size intimidate me.
Eh. Who am I kidding?
This whole situation was intimidating.
I felt like a teenager again, all awkward knees and elbows as I hurried along after him. He was probably heading straight for the bedroom. It was my fault too.“Might as well get this over with…”I couldn’t believe I’d said it like that. So unsexy. So not cool.
But I wasn’t cool. I couldn’t even pretend to be. Even Harper was starting to think I was lame. And it’d been years since I dated anything other than a vibrator. After Sam’s death, I’d gone out once with some guy I met through a widow’s online dating service.
That one and only rebound fuck was about as awkward as the situation I found myself in now.
I knew I should pump the brakes. Ask him to dinner first. Or maybe have more of a conversation other than grunting the words “mate” and “mine.”
Malachy paused outside an ornate oak door and looked over his shoulder. I couldn’t read his expression, but I got the feeling he was giving me a final chance to turn around.
Something was wrong with me because I raised my chin, pushing past him anyway.
And… it’s a bedroom.
I literally walked straight into it.
There was no one to blame but myself.
A large four-poster bed accented with black and gold took up the back wall. Floor to ceiling drapes were pulled back from the windows, letting in the morning light. Everything was polished and gleamed, right down to the dark hardwood floors.
It was a room fit for a king.
And that’s what he was, wasn’t he? Malachy’s name had been spoken with such reverence in every conversation. He was untouchable. A god. The guardian of Earth himself.
I was shaking as I turned to face him.
Malachy closed the door and leaned against it, making no move to step further into the room. He didn’t have to. This was his space. His air. I was merely breathing it.
It would’ve been suffocating if his feverish eyes weren’t perusing me like I was something worthy of his attention. I may have been beyond rusty, but I knew that look. The barelycontained restraint in his gaze was so at odds with his relaxed and controlled demeanor.
It was empowering.
I stepped forward and placed my hand on his chest, terrified and exhilarated at the same time. “Do you want to talk before we…?” My eyes motioned to the bed, hoping he’d fill in the blanks.
His callused palm clasped over mine, holding my hand against his warm chest. For the second time today, I felt the rightness of being here.
