Pilar Curbelo stretched her wings as she cut through the midnight sky. Her animal was desperate to get to their latest location.

She had been searching for her mates. Pilar had a hunch that one of them would be in the town of East Grove. It was a town known to have many dragon shifters, so what better place to search out her mates?

“Where are you?” a voice whispered softly in her ear.

Her heart slammed in her chest, because the voice certainly wasn’t her or her dragon’s.

It was a soft voice, laced with need.

It had to be her mate.

Pilar came from a long line of dragon shifters, but she was a rarity. Her family carried a gene from one of her great-grandmothers, who was a powerful witch. Her great-grandmother was known to have psychic powers which had been passed down through the family line to her.

Many may ask how she had come to have a grandmother who was not a dragon shifter, and it boiled down to her great-grandmother’s power and her great-grandfather being a dragon shifter. They had a relationship that flourished between the two of them, one that produced her grandmother. No, they were not mates, but a child was born from their relations. He had succumbed to the dragon curse, never finding his true mates.

Pilar’s eyes glanced at the dark town as she flew overhead.

“I need you,” the voice whispered.

Pilar’s dragon picked up speed as she headed toward the edge of town. This had been the closet she had ever been to finding her mate and her heart raced.

What if this was it?

What if the voice in her head was her mate?

Her wings carried her to the far edge of town, where a stone home called to her. It was built far from the main road, and the back yard ended on a cliff that overlooked the ocean.

It was the perfect home for a dragon.

She flew around and circled the home again before landing in the back yard. It was a nice, secluded home, with the next door neighbor a half a mile down the road.

Pilar quieted her dragon to keep her from roaring. She could sense a female. She pulled back on her animal and stood naked, staring up at the stone house.

She walked toward the house and stood underneath the balcony that she was sure would lead to the master bedroom. She took in a deep breath, and she could smell the scent of arousal.

Her dragon roared and slammed against her chest.

Mate.

Pilar looked around and studied the house, trying to figure out how she could climb up the home. Her eyes caught sight of angles in the stones that could be used to climb right up the wall.

“Go to her,” her dragon commanded.

“I’m going,” she muttered, striding over to the wall. She smiled as she glanced up. She could climb this with no problem. Within minutes, she made her way up and over the railing of the balcony. Nervousness filled her chest as she made her way to the opened door. The sounds of soft moans filled the air, causing Pilar to pause.

Was someone in there with her mate?

She stood in the doorway and paused at the sight. The room was dark, but with the moonlight filtering in, she caught an eyeful.

Her nipples hardened as she watched the small female climax with the help of a large dildo. Pilar licked her lips, as she knew this was one of her mates.

Pilar watched as the beautiful dragon shifter withdrew the thick cock and pushed it back into her delicious smelling pussy. Moisture began to collect at the apex of Pilar’s thighs as she watched the female’s long legs stretch high in the air as she used the toy on herself again.

Her mate needed her.

“It seems that I am late,” Pilar announced as she pushed open the screen door.

The female on the bed paused what she was doing. Her legs lowered to the bed, and Pilar felt slight disappointment. She walked into the bedroom and paused a few steps away from the bed.

“Don’t be alarmed,” she assured the woman. “I’m Pilar. I’m your—”

“Mate.” The woman’s words ended on a sexy growl. “I’m Dymme, and I’ve been waiting for you. I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long.”