Page 32 of The Dragon King’s Pet

“Well… there was… one thing I was curious about.” She looked up at him under her lashes as he righted her to sit on his lap.

“And what was that?”

“All dragons can turn into flying dragons, right…”

“Mhm…”

“I’ve never seen you like that.”

“You wish to see my flight form? I think I can do that for you, my pet,” he said, pressing an affectionate kiss to her cheek and then to her lips. “But we will have to go outside. Taking one’s flight form inside is a recipe for disaster.”

* * *

Mika followed Casimer out to one of the great landing pads and watched with unashamedly hungry eyes as he shed his royal attire. He was one of the most handsome men she had ever laid eyes on, his body like carved marble, his cock hanging heavy between his thighs with promise of pleasure she had still been denied.

She licked her lips, her eyes focused on that heavy rod. Still he had not pushed it inside her, given her the filling her body craved. Every day she looked at Casimer’s sexy frame, she became a little more desperate for the intercourse she had once been largely indifferent to.

“Stand back, pet,” Casimer warned. “I become rather large.”

“I know you do,” she said, not referring to his flight form.

He returned her sexy smirk and took what seemed to be a deep breath.

Mika gasped as the naked king became the most spectacular dragon she had ever laid eyes on, more incredible than any movie, or any of the dragons she had seen flying about the castle. He had scales of pure bone white. When the sun glinted off them, they flashed tones of green and azure blue. His great dragon eyes were the same arctic blue of his real gaze, making him recognizable even as a massive coiled dragon. His head was the size of a bus—suffice to say, he was far larger than any of the dragons she had seen before this moment.

It was entirely evident what made him king. Casimer was powerful in both walking and flight form. His appearance inspired awe deep in her heart and her belly, a visceral admiration that made her fear and admire him all at once.

“Casimer? Are you still there? I mean, can you hear me?” She reached out to touch his head. His great icy eye turned toward her and he let out a little snort that puffed two great clouds of steam high into the air.

“Casimer?” She could hear the note of fear in her voice. This creature was so large, viscerally dangerous, every part of her quivered. The claws on his feet were more than long enough to eviscerate any soft-bellied animal in a second. He was the incarnation of beauty, majesty, and some intangible quality that made her very spine tingle.

In a second, he was back in his walking form, embracing her tightly. “Don’t worry, pet,” he murmured. “I’m still here.”

“That was incredible,” Mika gasped. “How do you do that?”

“It is a simple, instinctual matter,” he said. “We feel what we are at the core of our beings. We set aside the land and the business of speech and we reach for the skies. Dragons usually begin to shift around their sixteenth birthdays, though some are earlier and some are later. It is a matter of great excitement when one obtains their flight form—a sign of maturity and full dragonhood.”

His explanation triggered a question that had been floating about her mind since she was first told that she had dragon blood. “Do you think I have a flight form?”

“I do not know,” Casimer said. “There has never been a human dragon hybrid such as yourself. Your father certainly had one. Perhaps you do too. It is simply a matter of finding the most simple, primal, essential part of yourself and connecting with it.”

Mika stood there, thinking the most dragon-y thoughts she could think of, and yet nothing happened.

Casimer was clearly on the brink of outright laughter as he watched her strain in some intangible way that didn’t even make sense.

“I can’t do it,” she said sadly. “I don’t think it is in me.”

“Whether it is or it isn’t, you are still my pet,” Casimer murmured, dropping a kiss on her forehead as he wrapped his arms around her and comforted her. “Give it time. You may find your form when you least expect to. Now, pet, I must attend to some of my royal duties, but we will eat together later. Save your questions for me then.”

Casimer departed, leaving Mika with nothing to do all over again. Fortunately for her state of mind, the moment she got back to the king’s chambers, she found Lythia waiting outside with a mischievous grin on her face.

“Mika,” she whispered. “Come and look.”

“Come look at what?”

“The rumors about Lady Sapphire were true. She is in heat and she is taking her mating.”

“What?! And we can just look at that?”