Page 22 of The Platinum Dragon's Courageous Mate

It was so lovely to see, and it gave him such hope for the future. He loved how Lachlan adored Micah without reservation. It didn’t matter a bit that he wasn’t Lachlan’s own son.

He headed for the kitchen window, smiling at the sight of the huge, beautiful platinum dragon.

The wing is quite safe, love, Lachlan told him.

You’re my haven, mate.He knew he was safe with his guardian dragon. So was his son.

I am glad. I’ll be right in.Lachlan spread his wings once more as if shaking off the sky, then began to shrink to his mostly human form.

Kieran hummed, his body responding, his soul heating with a sudden need. It was a bit surprising, but very welcome. He was tired of shrinking himself. Tired of hiding.

He was ready to move on. With Lachlan.

Lachlan came in, wrapped in a dark blue fuzzy robe, walking right to him. “The cookies smell good, mate.”

“I’m glad.” All Kieran could smell now was Lachlan. He smelled like wind and lightning and the desert.

“I want to kiss you.” That was direct, and those silvery eyes shone at him.

“I’m ready.” He smiled, opening his arms.

Lachlan came right to him, pulling him close and bending to take his lips in a deep, firm kiss.

For a first kiss, it was remarkably comfortable — heated, passionate, but not awkward, and tingles moved through his entire body. He loved how Lachlan held him as if he was precious, but didn’t shy away from really loving on him.

Lachlan didn’t push him, but they did share a long, lazy set of kisses before Lachlan rested their foreheads together. “Hello, mate.”

“Hello.” He stroked Lachlan’s cheek. “So all the patrolling and such went well?”

“All is well. The wards are good. The sun is shining. There are cookies at home.”

“Mmmhmm.” Kieran kept petting Lachlan because he couldn’t help it.

“And my mate is at home. And my Micah.”

“Yes, Lachlan. We are.” And he was so happy. “Cookies?”

“Please.” Lachlan dropped one more kiss on his nose before moving to the kitchen, holding his hand.

It felt…lovely, as if he belonged here with Lachlan,

“You do, you know. I knew it when I met you. You were meant to be here with me. This is your wing.”

“Do you think so? I was sort of thrown at you all.” Literally.

“I was waiting for you, love.” Lachlan found the cookies, making happy noises as he lifted the cake cover over the plate. “Cooookies!”

The happy roar made Kieran grin. He stole one from under Lachlan’s fingers, popping it into his mouth.

“No fair!” Lachlan grabbed three, and then gobbled them down.

He couldn’t stop his laughter, the sound filling the air. His mate was…a joy.

Lachlan kissed him again, cookie crumbs sweet on their lips. Then he grabbed a cup and made himself a coffee.

It was so normal. So amazing. So right.

“So what is your plan today, Kieran?” Lachlan asked.