Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
That told me there’d been more than just people who’d been going back and forth, but I left that question for another time too. I had dragon riding lessons to worry about and that had to take precedence over wondering if Kenzie was related to dinosaurs.
But trying to remember the dinosaurs I’d seen in books was a wonderful distraction, and it kept the scared chompy mammal portion of my brain occupied until the adventurous side had reached out to pet Kenzie.
My dragon boyfriend.
“Fuck, Kenzie, you’re a dragon.” I wasn’t getting any smarter about what to say to him, but he didn’t seem to mind. The echo in my head laughed again and even Kenzie’s eyes were filled with delight as he looked up at me.
Puppy eyes on a dragon.
Since the world just kept getting more and more fascinating, I kept stroking his head and decided to get a few more questions out there. “This is probably going to sound insane, but I’m petting a dragon, so I’m not going to obsess over that part.”
More echoey laughter had me rolling my eyes. “Yeah, insane, but I think you’re in my head, cutie.”
Kenzie blinked, looking curious but not as confused as he should’ve been.
“Kenzie, do some dragons and their mates hear each other in their heads?” It should’ve been just another insane question the human asked but Kenzie nodded.
Great.
“I’m assuming you didn’t know that could happen with us?” And his head went up and down again.
Before I could continue on the yes or no game, he scrunched his eyes closed.
Daddy?
For fuck’s sake.
The echo sound was definitely a word that time and sounded much closer.
“Yes, Kenzie? Are you in my head?”
Boo. Daddy, can we have cake when we’re done flying?
Yep, Kenzie was in my head.
“Yes, good dragons who don’t drop their Daddies definitely deserve cake.” My dry response had more giggles filling my head. “You definitely heard me.”
Yes, Daddy. Mom said mates used to do this but I don’t know many people who can do it now.
Well, that was going to be interesting to explain.
But first, we needed to figure out a few of the important details about this mate telepathy business before we got up in the air. “Let’s try something. I’m going to think about what kind of cake we should eat and you see if you can hear what I’m thinking.”
That got me another giggle and a very wiggly dragon, but he closed his eyes again and stayed quiet to listen.
Closing my eyes as Kenzie had done, I did my best to think about where his voice had come from in my mind and aimed my thoughts toward it.
Carrot cake.
Waiting, I tried it again, louder that time, if that made any sense at all.
Carrot cake.
I wasn’t sure it’d worked, so I opened my eyes and saw a pouting dragon.
Daddy, carrots are too healthy for cake.
Yep, he’d heard me.
“Not if there’s cream cheese frosting.” I leaned over and gave my dramatic cutie a kiss. “But I know my cutie has chocolate cake hidden in the kitchen somewhere, so I’ll pick that.”
Bright eyes shined up at me and giggles filled my head.
Yay. Chocolate cake.
“After we fly. Then you’ll need a good shot of energy and cake is probably the best way to fix that.” Kenzie wiggled, loving my ridiculous logic. “Are you ready?”
Yes, Daddy. I’m big and strong.
For some reason, being able to hear his earnest voice in my head made the whole thing easier to process. Yes, I’d known it was Kenzie before, but this was my adorable cutie.
“You’re going to do great.” Giving his head a quick kiss that I knew he’d love, I marveled at the slightly rougher texture of his larger form. It wasn’t uncomfortable to the touch, but it felt like his skin was thicker in his larger form. “Alright, up I go.”
He’d been right—his wings were sturdy enough to use as a mounting block, but it still felt wrong to ride him like a horse.
Not a horsey, Daddy. Dragon.
I laughed as I swung my right leg over his back, settling low at the base of his neck where it met his shoulders and seemed to make the most sense. “I can see that, my little dragon.”
I was on a fucking dragon.
More giggles floated through my mind, reminding me that I was going to have to work on cleaning up my thoughts a bit.
No fucking your dragon, Daddy. I’m too big.
Groaning, I did my best not to imagine anything inappropriate.
Naughty little dragon.
That got me more laughter and he didn’t deny being a wicked cutie.
Hold on tight, Daddy.
Fuck.
“Alright.” Wrapping my arms around his neck, I tried to keep my feet out of the way of his wings.
My heart stopped as his wings flapped and something that felt lighter than air filled the space around us. Magic? Something his body produced to help? Processing everything logically helped me ignore the crazy whirl my stomach was doing as we moved higher off the ground.