It was a novelty the way my heart was pounding in my chest. I was about to reveal my dragon form to my mate for the first time. Although I knew my dragon was a fantastic beast, my mate was a human. What if I scared her? What if she thought I was a freak or a hideous savage? Unwilling to give in to self-doubt, I spun around and caught Chyna in my arms. Her body molded to mine so well. She was soft and silky smooth in the places her skin touched mine. With the swell of her breasts pressed against my chest, I fought to keep my eyes on hers.

“Nervous?”

She shook her head. “Are you kidding? I can’t wait to see a dragon.”

I found it difficult to release her, but the sooner I shifted and flew us to my place, the sooner…

I made myself let go of her and walked backward until there was enough room between us. Then, I flashed her one last quick reassuring smile before shifting. As my body morphed and transformed, I couldn’t help thinking about how exciting it was that I’d finally found my mate. Less than an hour earlier, I hadn’t been sure I was ready, but after seeing her gentle curves and glorious face, I now knew this was what I was made for—her.

I finished shifting and stood over her, my crimson dragon, tall and proud as she stood, eyes wide in amazement. I puffed out a ball of flames over her head to impress her and chuffed with laughter as she grinned and bounced on her feet. She was impressed.

“This is…you are…amazing.” She came closer, not a trace of the fear or disgust I’d been concerned about. “How do you do it? Where is all this mass when you’re in man form? Where do your scales and wings and…talons and fangs…go? Whoa, that’s a lot of fangs. You’re huge, Blaise.”

“Can I touch you?” Without waiting for my response, too engrossed in studying me, she stroked her hands over my wings and gasped. “They’re delicate. Like silk.”

I puffed out another ball of fire and growled at her. I wasn’t delicate. I was a mighty and fearsome warrior. I could destroy the entire town in mere seconds, should I choose it.

Lightly giggling, she touched my scales. “Not silky here, though. Hard as stone. You’re magnificent.”

I wanted to show her more, impress her further with my power and might, but she pressed her face into my wing and released a soft sigh. Her reaction made me feel like the strongest, most worthy dragon in all the worlds. I was so captivated and thrown off guard by the act that I almost didn’t notice a human walking down the street toward us.

Quickly, I turned my head back and nudged her, gesturing for her to climb onto the back of my neck. She understood instantly and wrapped her arms around as much of my neck as she could. Then, she let out an ebullient string of laughter as I shot into the sky.

I was sure we’d scared the hell out of some unknowing human walking home, but it was worth it to hear her laugh like that. She seemed so uninhibited and wild—so free. I was desperate to feel more of her, and taste her, and take my time savoring her. That desperation made me fly a little faster, a little wilder. I flew straight to my castle in the middle of a swamp and dipped dangerously low, under the cover of trees, to set her down on my dock.

“That was incredible!”

I shifted back and told myself to take it easy with her, but there was no use. I closed the distance between myself and a suddenly startled Chyna. She clearly had not been expecting my nudity. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into me so I could slide my lips over hers.

Flames of desire coursed from my mouth down to my cock and back up to my brain. The scent of her arousal was stronger; I inhaled through my nose and growled. My hand cupped her hip and tugged her tighter against my body as I ran my tongue over her bottom lip with the need to taste her. More fudge brownies and cream icing. Vanilla, chocolate, and every tantalizing flavor that existed in the universe as she opened her mouth for me, allowing me to slip my tongue inside and sample her deliciousness.

The world around us faded to nothing as her tongue tangled with mine. I was positive there was going to be a strip of scorched skin from my lips to my cock. I needed her. Fast. We could take our time later. I bent to grip the backs of her thighs and hauled her up against me. With our tongues still tangling, I walked down the dock to my front door.

Chyna’s fingers ran down my back and back up, burying themselves in my hair, twisting and tangling against my scalp. She tugged at my hair and bit down on my bottom lip in a way so wild and primal my knees weakened for a moment and I stumbled through the doorway into my castle.

I caught us before we hit the floor and kept us moving toward my bedroom. I had to navigate the space. I didn’t want to trip on any of the piles of dirty laundry, construction supplies, or other debris tossed around the place. I wasn’t the neatest dragon. My hands squeezed her ass tighter and I kissed down her throat, teasing her until I felt her legs tighten, squeezing themselves around my waist. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

As soon as I made it to my bedroom, I put her down on her feet and forced myself to step back and take a breath. Great balls of fire, I wanted to race to the finish line, but this was too important. I didn’t want to hurt my mate, and I also wanted to prove my sexual prowess by pleasuring her. I needed to show her I was a worthy male.

While I was trying to slow us down, Chyna had other plans. She dragged her dress over her head and stood before me in just a pair of pale pink panties. When my eyes locked on her bare chest, she cupped her small breasts in her hands and raked her thumbs over her pebbled nipples. Dusky brown and puckered, they were begging for my attention.

My mouth was suddenly dry, and when I tried to swallow, I had to clear my throat to accomplish it. I was struck stupid by how incredibly beautiful she was. I stepped closer and let out a shuddering breath. I was truly the luckiest dragon that lived.

“You are exquisite.”

Her lips curled in a smile, and she dropped her hands to the sides of her panties. With a slow tug, she slid them down her thighs and stepped out of them. “Now, we’re even.”

I shook my head. “We’re nowhere near even. Come here.”

She stepped into my space and rested her hands on my chest. Her nipples followed a beat later, and her smile was so seductive, a groan escaped my lips. “What do we do now, dragon?”

The innocent question contrasted with her sultry moves, combining to form an aphrodisiac. I cupped the sides of her neck and ran my thumbs over her throat. She was so delicate, so breakable. Not like the dragon females of the old kingdom. I didn’t know how much she could handle, what she was able to withstand, and I would die if I hurt her.

I was so busy considering what to do first and what would and wouldn’t be appropriate for my mate that I nearly shouted in surprise and pleasure as her hand encircled my cock and squeezed. I should have told her to stop. I should have concentrated on pleasuring her first, but she knelt in front of me before the words would come, and then her little hand was milking me while she licked her lips and looked up alluringly at me. It was all I could do not to claim her with my mark right then and there.

“This okay?”

I snorted a laugh and stroked her thick, black hair, not quite believing what was happening. “It is very, very okay.”

I lost all track of myself as Chyna made love to me with her tongue. The suction she applied as her tongue stroked the underside of me was the purest form of pleasure-torture. My head fell back, and I submitted to the little minx at my feet.