Page 19 of The Black Dragon
Still, Justin couldn’t deny his need. He wanted her as he’d never desired a womanbefore.
No denying the sensual grace of her as her hips gently swayed with each step, or the feminine grace of her figure, or the spark of adventure and life he sensed beneath the shydemeanor.
Seducing her, and ruining her, would prove a pleasantjustice.
Ariel.He spoke to her silently, his hunger a living, clawingbeast.
Justin nearly fell off the branch as she whipped her head up, staring at thetree.
“Who’s there?” she calledout.
She couldn’t have heard him. Mages had puny magick, and never possessed any form oftelepathy.
He tried again.Ariel, little bird. Still longing tofly?
Barely hadhe thought the words when she gripped the railing, her brow furrowed, her mouthcompressed.
“Who’s there? Showyourself.”
Not now. Revealing himself would ruin all his careful plans. Justin remained hidden for a few minutes, and watched as Ariel turned and hobbled back into thehouse.
Then he took to wing and flewaway.
But he couldn’t help wondering if he’d forgeda connection with her. One powerful enough to make a psychiclink.
Mages couldn’t dothat.
But dragonscould.
Especially dragons who found their lifelongmates…
