Free Rendan (Scifi Alien Dragon Romance) (Dragons of Preor Book 4) by Celia Kyle, Erin Tate Page B

him a better look at her lush form. She flowed from one dance step to the next, her voice rising with the song, and Rendan winced.
    His mate, as beautiful as she was, could not sing. But he would not tell her so. Not until they were so tied she could not even think of leaving him.
    Carla continued to flit around, towel whipping over the dishes she held before she replaced them in the appropriate cabinet. She’d shyly brought him an early meal but had scampered away before he could invite her to dine with him. That would not happen again. They would spend time together. He would batter down her walls using every tactic he’d learned as an offense master.
    She would not be able to resist him.
    The song gradually grew softer, a signal the music was coming to an end, and Rendan stepped into her space. Her scent wrapped around him like a seductive blanket and he fought to suppress his surging desire. His cock thickened and hardened, demanding to be released so he could fill his mate.
    Not yet. He did as he’d seen other human males and thumped the bulge of his length.
    He nearly crumpled with the pain that followed and decided human males were idiots. He wheezed with the agony, carefully straightening when his mate spun to face him. He pushed away the lingering pain—it hurt more than when he’d nearly had his wing ripped off—and forced a smile to his mouth.
    “ Shaa —“ he silenced that endearment before it could form, though the urge to call her his beloved grew with every breath. “Carla,” he murmured. “Do you have plans this morning?”
    First, he would inquire. Act like an attentive male and then bend her to his desires. Carefully. Patiently. Secretively.
    “Um…” she pressed her lips together and wrinkled her nose. Her face was so expressive he could almost read her mind. “I was going to clean?”
    At least she did not give the “hair washing” excuse. Though her desire to clean was just as preposterous. Her hair—and the apartment—were both spotless.
    “Would you like to join me for a time?” He gestured toward the windows, sunlight streaming through the glass. “The sun is bright. The skies are clear. I would like to feel the wind on my wings. It would be good to ‘get out of the house’ and learn of one another. We are mates, Carla, but we are still individual beings. The Knowing ties our bodies, but we must explore our hearts.”
    And I want your legs straddling my neck.
    But he did not say that aloud.
    Carla nibbled her lower lip and he wished to tug it from her mouth and soothe the redness she caused. “Chashan said…”
    “That I should take a day for recovery.” He nodded slowly and then grinned. “Chashan is also what humans call a row-man-tick at heart. He wished us to spend time together.”
    Which was only a half-lie. The healing master did want them to spend time together, but Rendan’s primary responsibility was to heal.
    So he could participate in even more trials.
    An impending task he would not discuss with her. Not while Carla looked as if she’d say yes at any moment.
    Rendan padded forward, slowly closing in on his delectable mate. Her blue-eyed gaze scanned his body, her eyes stroking him with invisible hands. Her attention focused on his broad chest, his flat stomach, and the fullness of his katoth pants. Her pupils dilated, a sign of her arousal and desire for him. That knowledge nearly had him tossing his plan to the skies and laying her on the kitchen counter, but he restrained himself. Barely.
    He had a plan.
    He did not stop until mere inches separated them, and then he reached for her, his fingers curled to protect her from his nails. They’d sharpened when he allowed the dragon to push forward and would not be suppressed. He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand, stroking her hair and then tucking it behind her ear.
    “Do you not wish to feel the wind in your hair, little soma .”
    Carla’s breath caught when the endearment rolled off his tongue and