“Oh, is that right?” I tell her, kissing her forehead and brushing her hair out of her face. “Why is that?”
“Well, for one, there’s this thing on Earth called the Mile High Club.” She raises her eyebrows and gives me an appraising look. “I was thinking we could do our version of that.”
“Mile High Club,” I repeat. “A measurement high?” I try to work out the strange phrase.
“I want you to fuck me while we’re flying,” she tells me in a no-nonsense voice.
My cock, though already hard, becomes painful, stretching against the lightweight loose pants they gave me. I groan, practically snarling in her face.
“How do you want to do this?” she says, her voice turning tentative. “I really don’t want to hurt you. I don’t think that we should lie on your back,” she says, biting her lip. It turns white under her teeth, and I tug it loose with my talon. Her pink tongue darts out, licking the tip of my finger, and I groan, suddenly on fire with need for her.
“Do not worry, my sweet. Any pain you give me will only amplify my pleasure.”
“I don’t give a shit if it amplifies your pleasure,” she says impatiently. “I’m not going to hurt you, and I’m not going to make your wing worse. So I tell you what, buddy. I can either be lying on my stomach on all fours?—”
I groan, my fingertips trembling with anticipation at that visual.
“—or I can lay on my back. And you can?—”
“I want you on your back. We can try all fours next.”
“Well, which do you like better? Which have you tried and like?”
“I haven’t done either.”
“What?” she says, blinking up at me. “Do Draegons make love differently?”
“I’ve never had sex with anyone.”
“Ooooh, shit,” she says, her grin growing. “And here I was thinking that you were about to have the upper hand when you turned me to putty.”
“Lily,” I tell her seriously, “I will still turn you to putty if that is what you want. I don’t quite understand the term, but I’m sure I can make it happen. But you will always have the upper hand when it comes to me.”
“You know just what to say,” she says, giving me a quick kiss. “Now hurry up, otherwise we’re going to do it on the floor, and these floors are too nice to make a big mess out of. And besides, my back is still sore.”
With that, she races off into the house, which is cool and not nearly as humid as outside, laughing. I follow her as best I can, a smile tugging up my lips, because her goodwill and humor is as infectious today as it’s ever been.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
LILY
Zan catchesup to me before I realize I’m even being chased. My heart is hammering, beating faster than it has, I think, even when we were trapped in Kenny’s hellish idea of a reality TV show.
Zan tosses me onto the bed with a low growl, and I tear off my clothes as fast as I can. He pauses, wetting his lips with his light purple tongue, staring at me with naked need in his eyes.
“You are so beautiful. So perfect, so delicate.” His eyes travel over every surface of my body, and I lay there panting, burning with need for him.
“I need you to fucking do this.”
He laughs. “You might be the least romantic creature in all the galaxy.”
I try to be offended at that, but the heat has had me in its grip for far too long.
“We can be romantic later,” I tell him. “Get in me.”
He throws back his head and laughs again. “If you thought I was going to go fast during our first heat together, during my first rut with you, you were incredibly wrong.”
