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But Lancelot didn’t care what others thought. He was finally reunited with his Mate. His King.
For the first time in his existence, he was incandescent with happiness.
Literally.
For he could feel his scales glowing with an internal light as his entire body rumbled with a vibrating purr. He closed his eyes and luxuriated in Arthur’s scent, smoky and wild where his own was cool and calm.
Water and fire. What a pair they made.
But he knew it was meant to be. Not because of some preordained destiny, but because hechoseit.
Chosehim.
A throat clearing was loud enough to warrant Lancelot’s attention. He opened one eye to peer down at a dark-haired woman who apparently had the command of the immortals gathered here.
He didn’t let go of Arthur, however. Their necks entwined so tightly, his poor Mate could barely breathe.
“As much as I would like to look at the two of you for another few hours—because, come on,dragons!—and as much as this terrace is protected by a forcefield and all the towers around it that hide us from view, it’s probably best if you turned back into human. And while we’re all here, I’d like to suggest a Mating Ceremony to celebrate your safe return and reunion. It’s been so long since we witnessed the Bond of Eternal Love.”
Lancelot could feel Arthur starting to shift, but he stopped his Mate by tilting back to look at him.
Not yet, he communicated.
I want to get a good look at you first, my magnificent Mate.
Lancelot grinned wide when he saw a deep red flush rise from the black dragon’s chest to his scaly cheeks, like flames flickering higher in the dark of night.
In fact, as Lancelot unwound from Arthur’s person and stepped back to admire the view, the sky dragon’s entire body was covered by what looked like flames, and they seemed to move with the light.
As Arthur’s flush receded, the patterns of red were limited to parts of his belly and throat, and only the shoulder blades of his massive wings and the root of his spikes and horns. But as his eyes flared with heat and he turned in the moonlight, various shades of red flickered and poured over his scales and wings like the tongues of flames licking all over his body.
He was about the same size as Wolfe’s dragon form, slightly less bulky than Merlin’s. He was far broader than Lancelot’s own form, but they were of similar length, just as they were of similar height in human form.
His eyes, unlike his sire and brother, were dark stormy blue, like his dragonfire. They glowed brightly in his black and red face, the contrast in shades mesmerizing.
Beautiful, Lancelot breathed, in awe of his Mate.
Nay, Arthur quickly disputed.
You are the beautiful one. In any form. In every form. You have always been the most beautiful to me.
Lancelot’s eyes flared with a long-forgotten memory, but it came back to him in a rush.
Ask me again what you did on the hilltop, he urged.
Ask me now.
Arthur’s own eyes shone with instant comprehension, taking on a slightly wet sheen.
For a breath-held moment, solemn and reverent, Arthur stared deeply into his eyes. As if issuing a silent vow.
And then he said:
I want a person to call my own, he began slowly, then gained confidence and momentum as the words came.
Just mine, no one else’s. I would be theirs too, only theirs. I want to share my body and be one with them, until we are locked together so tight, no one could come between us. I want to give them pleasure and take the same.
I want to know everything about them, even though it’s impossible, because they hold an entire universe of mysteries within them, because they are endlessly fascinating and beautiful to me. A thousand lifetimes would not be enough to learn them. And it would be my privilege and honor to try.
