Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Anger kindled inside her. How dare he expect her to just push this terror off and live? A splinter of light glistened out of the dwindling storm clouds, setting them ablaze with light. Skye stared at the display as the darkness faded, and a magnificent glow replaced it. It didn’t happen fast—just a slow progression during the flight. To her amazement, her indignation also dissipated.
Only a few stormy patches remained in the sky when they approached the fiery entrance of Ardon’s mountain lair. This time, the flames didn’t scare her at all. She slid down from Oldrik’s back and retreated for him to change. The moment he stood on two feet, Skye launched herself into his arms.
He squeezed her tightly and drew her to the side so Ardon could land safely. “I love you, Blueberry.”
I love you, too, Daddy. I hate when you’re right about things, she confessed.
“I know.”
“Hey, any love for an electric guy?” Ardon asked, walking toward them in human form to wrap his arms around them.
Skye twisted inside the cocoon of hugs to offer her mouth to Ardon. The bronze dragon kissed her hard, surprising her.
“You scared me, My Treasure. Let’s agree there will be no more days like today. You will stay safe and not make your Daddies worry.”
Unsure what to say, she studied his face. A new line had etched itself between his eyebrows, and an extra glint of moisture glistened in his eyes. She understood he was trying to make them both feel better. Skye nodded and agreed, Okay. I’d like that too.
“Bathtime?” Oldrik suggested.
“Perfect idea!” Ardon agreed. He stepped back to scoop Skye into his arms and carried her deep into his lair. He set her on her feet on the soft rug that had appeared a few weeks ago in the bathroom after she’d said her toes were cold on the tile.
While Oldrik started the flow of water in the enormous tub, Ardon undressed his mate. Pressing his lips to every scratch and bruise he found, her mate gathered what remained of her shirt and pulled it over her head. “I don’t like to see you hurt, mate.”
I didn’t do that on purpose, Skye reminded him.
“Of course not, My Treasure. Perhaps I need a kiss to distract me.”
“One for each of us, mate,” Oldrik requested, joining them. His fingers unfastened her pants as he seamlessly joined Ardon’s efforts to undress her.
Fumbling and awkwardness didn’t exist with these dragons. They’d never shared a mate but somehow figured it all out without making her feel like they were stuck together because of her. Her mates worked as a team most days, just as they did with removing her clothes.
“You are so beautiful, Skye,” Oldrik complimented her.
Even banged up?
“You’re always the prettiest mate in the room,” Ardon said. “All these marks will fade and disappear.”
“I agree, Ardon. Skye is much more appealing than either of us,” Oldrik said, leaning forward to nibble at her shoulder.
Have you guys looked in a mirror lately?
Ardon chuckled as if she’d told a funny joke. He slid her jeans and panties over her hips as Oldrik unfastened her bra. Within minutes, they had her completely nude. She watched them undress, as fascinated by their powerful bodies now as she was the first time she’d seen them wearing only their skin.
“Oh, what big eyes you have, Blueberry.”
Can you make me forget? A shiver ran down her spine at the thought she could have lost all of this. Lost them in her life.
The two shifters stalked forward. Oldrik reached her first and swept her off her feet. She held out a hand for Ardon and drew him with them. Without speaking, Ardon stepped into the tub and settled down into the water. He held out his arms for Skye, and Oldrik placed her gently into his care in the warm water.
Skye hissed as the water stung her scrapes and abrasions. Ardon pressed a kiss to her shoulder in consolation. The discomfort disappeared quickly.
Oldrik sat next to them. He gently splashed water over her exposed skin, rinsing away the last reminders of her experience. “Let’s lean Skye into the water to wet her hair,” he suggested softly to Ardon.
With their support, she stretched out in the water. The water lapped all around her as Oldrik threaded his fingers through her submerged hair. Skye could feel her tension ebbing away.
“Oh!” she protested when they sat her back up.
“My apologies, sweet mate. We need to wash your hair. You can play mermaid soon,” Ardon told her.
Skye pressed her thighs together and swished her feet, pretending she was that fabulous creature as Ardon applied the sweet-smelling shampoo to her hair. The allure of his fingertips rubbing over her scalp distracted her from everything else. She closed her eyes to savor the delicious pampering. Was there anything better than this?