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He takes us to a space in the middle that doesn’t seem big enough for him to shift without knocking at least one down, but he seems undeterred as he places me on my feet and shakes out his limbs, readying for the transition. We can’t communicate when he’s in his dragon form, so the flight back to the villa is quiet. The villa is at the top of a massive hill, so when we reach the bottom, he shifts back, and we climb into one of the parked golf carts that take us to the top.
“Spill it,” I say once he gets the cart started. “What happened back there?”
His features are tight as he focuses on the stone path in front of us. “I’m not entirely sure,” he says with a sigh. “But we are not alone here.”
“What in the galactic fuck does that mean?” I ask. The words come out as a shriek. I take a deep breath to calm down, but it does nothing to soothe my fears. “You sensed another dragon? An alien who is also a dragon or what?”
He rubs a hand down his face. “I don’t know. It was the scent, but more than that. I could…feel it. Them.”
“I’m sorry, did you saythem?”
“There is more than one. They felt like me, like me and my brothers but…different. I do not think they are draxilio, but perhaps something like us.”
I consider this as he drives us the rest of the way up the hill. More draxilios on Earth, or rather, more alien dragon shifters. It’s a scary thought, but only at first. Mylo doesn’t know anything about them, so of course, he was going to get me out of there immediately. They could be dangerous. Or they could be exactly like the Monroe brothers––honest, kind, fiercely protective, and just trying to live a quiet life among humans.
If they’re anything like Mylo and his brothers, I consider that a win for Earth.
Once we get back to the villa, Mylo seems much calmer. I ask if we need to change our flights and head home early, but he doesn’t think it’s necessary. “I will sense them before they get close, and I do not sense them now. We are safe here.”
“Do you think they could sense you?” I ask.
“Without knowing what they are, there is no way to be sure, but even if they did, we left so quickly, I don’t think they could track us.”
He pulls out his phone and heads to the bedroom to call Axil to make him aware of the situation, but I hear him reassure Axil that there is no imminent threat, and not to be worried.
Once he’s off the phone, I suggest we have a drink on the terrace, and Mylo reluctantly agrees, still a bit shaken by the almost-encounter. It takes three glasses of wine for Mylo’s mood to lift, and I’m relieved when the easy smile returns to his face. He cracks open a second bottle of red, and pulls me into his lap as he peppers my face and neck with kisses. I can’t tell if it’s the romantic vibe of the terrace that’s making him cuddly, or the wine, but either way, I don’t care.
He can’t seem to keep his hands off me. The feeling is mutual. It must be some kind of alien dragon magic because ever since the night we made our mate bond official, I’ve had this need, this desire, to always be touching or stroking his skin. He feels softer, warmer, I think, and a gnawing hunger fills me whenever we’re apart.
“How was your flight this morning?” I ask between sips. “Where’d you go?”
“I hugged the coast then went out over the middle of the sea,” he says, his gray eyes filled with wonder. “It’s quite beautiful here.”
“Mmm,” I nod. “Totally agree.”
“We should go back tomorrow so you can see it,” he suggests.
I love that idea. “Can we find a private beach?” I ask.
“Why a private one?”
“Because I forgot to pack a bathing suit.”
His pupils dilate as he drops the bread he’s holding onto his plate. “Let’s go now.”
Such a dude. “You don’t have to fly me to a private beach to get me naked, you know.”
“Excellent point.” He leans back in his chair, the hem of his T-shirt lifting just enough for me to catch a glimpse of the delicious V that points directly to his ridge-covered dick.
My mouth waters at the thought of him taking me right here. Him shoving our wine glasses to the floor in a pile of broken glass as he slams into me over and over.
“Wait, what time is it?” he asks.
“Who cares?” I reply, reaching for his belt.
He chuckles as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. “I want to check on the library. See how Charlie is managing on her own.”
“You realize I was about to get naked and fuck you right here on the terrace, right?”
