Free Dragons Don't Forgive by D'Elen McClain Page B

“If
it’s too bad, he can go to Dmitri. Don’t think you’re getting away
with pummeling my brother, though.” I pinch the tight skin on the
side of his abs. Or at least I try to. There’s nothing to pinch.
“You are washing these dirty dishes while I cook or I’ll be eating
you instead.” His cock is already hard and it jumps slightly at my
words. I’m more than willing to turn him into my evening
meal.
    He grabs my wrists and brings them
from around his neck. He gently kisses the back of each hand before
releasing me and stepping back. “First we eat and then I will be
your dessert.”
    I love seeing him smile wide and it
deepens his laugh lines. I will always remember him with this
wicked grin and his glorious body standing in the light from the
window. His eyes are sensual stars flashing with the hottest violet
fire imaginable. A desperate ache fills me.
    “ How will we ever let him
go?” I whisper internally to my wolf. I don’t get an answer. No
whine. No brush of fur inside me… nothing. I feel so incredibly
lonely. I need my wolf to help me keep away the thoughts of losing
Sarn and she’s unresponsive.
    “ Why are you crying?” he
asks as he wipes a tear from my cheek. He brings his finger to his
lips and licks it away.
    I offer a trembling smile. “I don’t
exactly know, dragon. You make me happy?” I reply leaving it as a
question because I cannot tell him that it will kill me to see him
go. For so long I’ve dreamed of him—his arms around me, our bodies
smelling of sex, and the sweet ache between my thighs. To actually
have this happening and knowing it can’t last is too emotional to
handle right now. I also have no way of explaining all these
feelings flooding me. He gives me a long glance and for some reason
doesn’t ask more questions. I’m relieved and take a cleansing
breath in order to shove the bad thoughts away.
    I start grabbing what I need to feed
us. I cook and Sarn cleans. I think of everything possible that has
no relation to me and Sarn. I need to ask the she-bears to restock
the kitchen. I have a small cabin here too. The bears take care of
me because I work at the nightclub. I thank them constantly but
they always brush it aside. I should probably ask them for
additional towels and bed linen too. These thoughts keep me stable
and the tears at bay.
    I cook a meal from the scrounged food.
We sit at the table and Sarn eats like it’s the best food he has
ever tasted. “Before we go to bed, do you think we could fly?” I
ask hopefully. I want to soar with him above the trees. I’ve craved
it since our flight this morning.
    “ I’ve missed my dragon
form.” He gives me his most sensual look. “I would love to have you
ride me.”
    My body heats and I do my best to
ignore the desire that floods my bloodstream. I change the subject
or I’ll never finish my meal. “I have no idea how you could control
your shift for that long. My wolf refuses to obey me if I don’t
give her free time.” Thinking of my wolf makes me realize that
she’s still dormant. It’s very odd, but I have other things to
think about, and her absence is a worry for another
time.
    Sarn leans in close and flicks my chin
with the very tip of his finger. “My dragon and I are one and the
same. I’ve heard bear shifters speak of their alternate form as
other. Dragon is the purest form of the man. It’s the difference in
our magic.”
    It makes sense because when I look at
him I see the dragon too. He waits patiently as I finish the last
bites of my food. I give him a mischievous smile when I’m done.
“Let’s hurry and clean up so I can admire your dragon form sooner.”
Sarn grumbles a bit, but he helps me clean. His wandering hands
make me laugh until I finally run out the door and he gives chase.
I sprint through the trees, feeling him close behind me. I almost
shift, but decide my wolf doesn’t deserve it. Sarn finally tackles
me at the clearing and we roll and laugh on the spiky pine