Page 49 of Gold Sector
Then she settles on a sigh, clearly content once more.
Hmm, I hum to myself, admiring the view of her naked body in my bed.I want to keep her in this state.
Not just naked, but pleased.
Stalking over to my en-suite kitchen, I consider the contents of the fridge and pick out some items for her.
Fresh fruit.
Cheese.
Water.
I arrange it all—slicing the berries into a bowl and cutting up some cheese on a plate that I line with crackers—and set everything on a tray with a glass for her drink.
Almost perfect,I think, searching for a pen and paper. Yesterday, she expressed concern over her intruding on my space. I make it clear in a few words that my suite is her suite and she’s welcome to do whatever she wants here.
Satisfied with my gift, I walk over to place it on the nightstand, then frown.
Something is still missing.
I pull the blankets up to tuck her in, my gaze catching on her necklace along the way. My lips curl, my inner beast pleased by the placement of our mark.
Seeing it also provokes an idea, one I’m already working on before the thought completes in my mind.
Gold weaves between my fingers, the magic familiar and warm as a cuff appears in my hand, one that suits Taliana’s much smaller wrist.
A symbol glitters up at me, the one I know well—a lotus flower with flame-like petals. My family emblem.
I set the bracelet down on the tray, then grab the note I wrote and add a few more words to it about my gift.
Right,nowit’s perfect.
Pleased, I step away from the bed, my gaze on my female.
She doesn’t stir or react, too lost to her dreams to notice I’m slowly creeping backward out of the room. I don’t take my eyes off of her until I reach the balcony closest to my bed. Then I search the sky and note the dawning sun. I obviously fell asleep for hours, which explains my dragon’s burning need for a flight.
Well, the Omega in our bed is part of that burning need, too.
But I usually go on night patrols, enjoying the starry evening sky around the midnight hour. And I missed that opportunity while sleeping with Taliana in my bed.
So a morning scout it is.
I run forward and jump into the sky as fire flows through my veins, my dragon instantly taking the reins over our form.
The shift isn’t immediate, but it’s not slow either.Within seconds, we’re soaring through the sky, our wings sprawling to control our free fall.
My dragon huffs as our dive turns into a spin that pivots us upward.
And then we take off toward the horizon.
My mind settles with each passing moment, Taliana’s scent lost to the wind ripping around me. I feel free. Properly able to think. Toprocesseverything that’s happened.
Yet deep down, I feel unsettled in a way I’ve never experienced before.
I love to fly, to explore alone with my dragon and simply exist without having to worry about anyone or anything else.
However, the freedom I often crave isn’t nearly as inviting or pleasing as it has been in the past.
