Free Dragonkin by Crymsyn Hart Page A

that if they stopped, this transformation would never occur. This was meant to happen. They would miss the opportunity to be flesh together, to form this union. The morphing began to settle into her flesh. She heard her spine crack, and her vision shifted. “Kiss me.”
    The world became one of different colors. The way it always was when she looked through Castigan’s eyes in years past. She now saw with dragon eyes. Her nails sharpened. Andrik’s lips met hers in a hungry kiss spurred on by her command and something else. A hidden part of him was awakening that hadn’t been there for centuries. His cock stirred against her. Andrik thrust his hips upward and impaled her on his length. She groaned. The fire ignited over her. She couldn’t keep it down. When she looked at him, he was blazing, too. Their two conjoined flames were one, but they weren’t burning the sheets.
    “Kes, your eyes. Your teeth.” He ran his hand over her face. She turned her cheek into his palm and caught his thumb on one of her sharpened canines. His blood welled into her mouth and sparked the hunger inside of her. Fresh blood had never tasted so good. She rode him hard, going with the new sensations that were commanding her body.
    “I need you, my love. Don’t hold back. Don’t be afraid,” she whispered in his ear.
    The encouragement seemed to help because he began to pump inside of her with a surety he hadn’t had before. She kissed his throat and nipped it. When she licked his flesh, he shivered.
    She noticed the sandy texture of her tongue. He kissed her back, biting her cheek. His tongue was the same. He broke into a faster rhythm. Kestrel saw his face was a human-reptile mixture. It didn’t scare her. It made her want him more. He caught her hair and brought him to her lips. He plunged his tongue into her mouth. They touched and teased one another. She felt the sharp points of his teeth. When he drew her blood and sucked on her tongue, she groaned. This was how they were supposed to be together. The fire hadn’t died over them, but it had intensified.
    They were both going to come soon.
    “Will you be my mate?” he asked her.
    “If you’ll be mine.”
    “Always.”
    He wrenched her neck to the side and bit deep into the meat of her throat. She cried out and came at the same time. He dug into her flesh and then released her, licking the wounds he had inflicted. He continued to plunge inside of her. She nipped his flesh and on instinct sank her fangs deep into the side of his skin. Andrik screamed and came. His grip on her tightened. The fire around them died. A tie existed between them now that went deeper than spellcaster and dragon. They were mated. Nothing was going to drive them apart. In all of it, she sensed Castigan there, too, but he was blending with Andrik’s personality. That was the one thing she wanted. She moved on top of him for a few more strokes, licked his wounds, and then kissed him lovingly before settling next to him.
    Kestrel lay her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. It was steady. For the first time in a long time, she was content. Everything seemed right in the world, and she belonged somewhere. She didn’t understand the changes that had occurred in her body, but she didn’t fear them. Maybe they had always been there, waiting for her to unlock them. Maybe they were part of the gift Castigan had given her. Andrik ran his fingers over her back and made her shiver. Her neck wasn’t even sore from where he had bitten her.
    “Are you okay?”
    She glanced at him and saw his features had returned to normal, but she was still seeing the heat radiating from his body. Running her tongue over her teeth, she looked at her nails. They had thickened and were longer and sharper, like claws. “I think so. What happened to me?”
    “I think you took more of the dragon inside of you from my former incarnation than we thought before. Or you are now truly my mate. We’ll have to ask Ralag in the