They had celebrated their union well into the night and the early hours of the morning. The only thing missing for Delaney had been Lucy.

As they made their way back to their yurt, Tevryn said, “Someday we will find a way to tell Lucy. I know it doesn’t sit right with you, and I understand.”

“We’ve never had secrets. Never. And it isn’t as if I don’t understand the need for secrecy…”

“But Lucy is family. Dragon or not; she is family. Come on, I thought I’d shift, and we could go dance among the stars.”

Delaney smiled. She couldn’t help it. Tevryn was not only romantic, but he knew the things that spoke to her soul. She loved to fly with him. In fact, the idea of being able to fly on her own had her leaning toward the idea of transitioning to drakaina. Outside the front door of their yurt, Tevryn stepped away and called forth his dragon. In the blink of an eye, a maelstrom that consisted of a kaleidoscope of color, light, and sound enveloped him and when it fell away, he was dragon once more.

“That never gets old,” she said to him with a grin.

“Come, my beloved,” he said, extending his front leg so she could climb up on top of him.

“Has it ever occurred to you that this is the only time I get to be on top?”

Tevryn laughed as he trotted to the edge of the ledge on which their yurt had been built, falling forward as he spread his wings and let the wind currents lift them up over the camp. He made a large swooping circle and then began to beat his wings against the sky in order to lift them up. Delaney loved flying over the Winds at night. It was as if they had their own glimpse into what heaven must be—the air was pure, and the stars glittered like diamonds.

He ducked through the clouds, avoiding the ones that had raindrops stored inside. Delaney had learned you could actually get wet flying through those parts, but the rest of the clouds made her feel as if they were flying through non-sticky cotton candy—they were wispy and light and if you tried to catch a bit of one of them, it evaporated in your hand.

“I can understand how dragons get sky drunk. Being up here like this is more intoxicating than anything I know, aside from your kisses.”

He chuckled, and Delaney could feel the sound reverberating down the link as well as vibrating through his body. He banked and she allowed her arms to mimic his wings as they approached one of her favorite precipices in the Winds. It seemed as though it was only accessible to the dragons and other creatures who ruled the skies. She doubted even the most experienced rock climber could find their way up.

Tevryn landed with a powerful grace that never failed to take her breath away. She climbed down and went to stand at the edge, overlooking the hidden valley that was home to Dragonwyk. It was concealed from overhead by some kind of glimmer that no one seemed to be able to explain. All Delaney knew was that many dragon sanctuaries were also impossible to spot from the air.

Tevryn breathed a soft, warming flame over her body, incinerating her clothes and leaving her naked to his gaze and to the cold. The feel of fingers between her shoulder blades told her he had shifted back to his human form. Gently, he pressed her down so that she was bent over a polished stone.

She blushed profusely as he stepped behind her. There was a small part of her that was embarrassed to be naked out in the open, but then she reminded herself that there was no one to see her save Tevryn. The head of his broad cock pushed between her labia and entered her pussy, taking up all the available space until he was buried inside her. She wasn’t as wet as she might have been, but it seemed she was always in a semi-state of arousal if she could feel his presence.

“God, I’ve been wanting to do that since you emerged from our yurt. Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he groaned as he drew back.

“If I hadn’t known before, I sure as hell do now,” she moaned. He wasn’t the only one who’d been wanting.

Tevryn thrust forward in a long hard stroke that left her breathless and clawing at the rock stretched out before her. Grasping her hips, he began to plunge in and out of her as he held her in place until she screamed his name in climax. Over and over, he drove in and out of her, taking her to the edge of ecstasy before drawing back and waiting for her to curse at him. Tevryn was enjoying himself.

As he thrust into her, Delaney’s inner walls shook and quivered as she experienced once again the intense pleasure he was able to give her. Her breath sped up, and the moans and sighs she made began to become quiet whimpers as another orgasm approached almost faster than she could wrap her head around. As Tevryn pounded into her, Delaney’s body stiffened in anticipation, and she began to pant, greedy for the amount of pleasure she was about to feel. Then suddenly, she felt the world fall away as he gave a last hard, ferocious thrust deep inside her, and she screamed in ecstasy, her pussy spasming as she clamped down hard, her legs trembling. Tevryn ground against her as she writhed in his hold, greedily milking his cock, savoring every bit of pleasure as he held her in his arms.

He stretched out on top of her, his hands releasing her hips and stretching up to tangle his fingers with hers. He lay for a moment, allowing her to take his weight before he stood up, backed away and shifted into his dragon form.

“You don’t seriously think I’m capable of hanging onto you, do you?” she quipped.

“Probably not,” he chuckled. “So, I will whisk you away to my lair as my ancestors did where I will have my wicked way with you.”

“Will there be snacks?” she teased.

“I can have s’mores made by the time you get the IPAs out of the fridge.”

“You’re so good at that. I knew there was a reason I married you.”

“That isn’t the only reason, and you know it.”

“I don’t know. I’m awfully forgetful today. You might have to remind me again… and again.”