Page 13 of Fire in Cabin 27
I backed up onto the porch as he took off at a run, the earth shaking beneath his weight. Snow blocked my view when it flew in all directions as he traipsed across it then over the mountainside he disappeared. I ran to the edge, which wasfurther than I’d thought, and stared in awe as he soared higher and higher.
Imaging how freeing it would feel to fly and be one with the sky.
How I had lived this long and never knew that these regal creatures existed blew my mind. Kyson was spectacular, doing figure eights high above me. His wingspan was nearly the width of the football field at my old high school.
My mate was a dragon. A big, beautiful beast of one.
Ha, take that, mom!
I can feel your emotions through our connection. You’re happy. Have we pleased you?
Kyson’s dragon spoke much differently than he did. But he wasn’t near enough to hear me. I wonder if I could respond through our connection.
Very much. I swear, I could watch you fly for hours.
One day, we’ll take you up with us.
Yay! It worked. I could hear you, but wasn’t sure that it would work both ways, especially when we’re apart.
We can hear you perfectly. Stand back, coming in for a landing.
He circled a couple of times before diving down, far too fast for my liking. I thought for sure he’d hit the ground hard and injure himself. But he pulled up just before and into a perfect landing. I ran to him and slung my arms around his neck, kinda. They didn’t go all the way, but when he wrapped me in his wings I knew that was his way of hugging me back.
I don’t remember ever feeling this happy or this free in my life.
The wings fell as Kyson the man appeared and immediately pulled me into his arms and a fierce, toe-curling kiss. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For letting us show off for you. I know it’s been a few crazy, overwhelming days. I’d also like to thank you for not passing out again.”
“Smart ass,” Half-heartedly, I swatted at his chest. “I’m never gonna live that down, am I?”
“Nope,” he kissed me again. “Let’s get inside.”
Kyson put on a robe, then started a fire, and we curled up on the couch together, sipping the warm cocoa he’d just made. Not so much as an inch between us while we cuddled. This was pure bliss.
“So, how is this going to work exactly?”
“What do you mean?” he asked. “I think we already figured that part out,” he wiggled his brows in a manner he believed to be seductive. I, as the receiver of such an attempt, saw it more humorous than sexy.
“Do you move in with me or do I move in with you. I don’t even know where you’re from?”
“I live in Bellingham, Washington but my family lands are in the mountains of northern Washington along the Canadian border,” Kyson said. “Been thinking about moving back home now that I have a mate. Where do you live? Would you even want to go there with me?”
“I’m in Sacramento and the further away from my family I am, the happier I’ll be. I’m more of a city boy, but I think I could learn to adjust for the right dragon.” I slid my finger along the opening of his bathrobe.
“Do you have other dragon suitors?” Kyson was teasing, but his dragon snarled.
Mate. Ours.
“Yes, dragon,” I giggled, thoroughly enjoying when he got growly. “I’m all yours. I was just teasing.” Possessive men had never been my thing before but coming from my dragon it was beyond sexy.
“Then how about this, I follow you home at the end of our vacation and we get you packed up. Then we make the drive north. It’ll take a couple of days, but we can stop and see some sights along the way. Sound like a plan?”
“Sounds like a wonderful plan. My parents own the condo I live in so there isn’t a lot to pack. Except for my clothes. I hope you have a big closet.” The party life was behind me and the freedom associated with it, but the clothes were for keeps. What I once thought I enjoyed, I now saw had been a means to keep my mind off other things, like life, and how much I truly hated mine. I’d lived in a bubble for far too long. Now it was time to be a real, mated adult and I was excited for this new beginning.
Kyson pressed his lips to the top of my head and I swear, my heart sped up. “I almost feel like we should send Branson a fruit basket or a gift card for his fuck up.”
