Page 100 of Midnight of Ashes
“I am,” I told him honestly.
“I’d be happier if we could sleep another hour,” Knox muttered, his hand squeezing my waist.
Cáel chuckled as he flopped to his back. “You can take a nap later.”
Cillian traced the bite mark on my shoulder. The contact had heat sparking. He smiled then. “Love that I can feel your want, your need.”
“Makes sex that much more awesome,” Knox mumbled. “It’s like her pleasure stokes ours.”
He was so right about that. I looked at my shoulder. The bite mark was still raw, but below it had formed a tiny tree with arching branches. “It’s beautiful. What does it mean?”
Cillian traced the brand. “I think it has to do with my gift.”
I frowned. “What is it?”
“I can blend in with my surroundings in dragon form. It’s like I become invisible against the trees and sky.”
“I better get a cool gift,” I groused.
Cillian chuckled. “I have no doubt.”
“I want to see my mark—” My words cut off as I remembered that I’d bitten him on the neck. Somewhere the entire world would be able to see. My hand flew to my mouth. “Oh, shit. Cillian. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have bitten you on the neck. I wasn’t thinking?—”
Cillian leaned forward, kissing me. “I love that my mark will be where everyone can see it.”
“But the wound. Isn’t that going to be a little suspicious?”
The last thing we needed was more questions right now.
Cillian rolled to his back, exposing his neck.
My jaw went slack. It was completely healed. There was only the faint scar and the gemstone beneath it.
“Alpha show-off,” Knox chided.
I glanced at him in question.
“Dragons who are able to shift heal way faster than humans, but alphas heal even faster,” Knox explained.
I turned back to Cillian, tracing the scar with my finger.
He shuddered. “Careful, Little Flame.”
I tugged my hand back. “Sorry.”
Cillian grinned. “Don’t be, but I don’t think you’re up for another round this morning.”
I still felt Cillian’s and Cáel’s presence between my legs and backside. As much as I wanted to, I probably needed a day to recover.
Cillian laughed then. The sound was so uninhibited it hit me right in the chest. “Love that you’re pouting about not being up for sex.”
I smacked his chest. “Shut up.”
He hauled me against him. “How about breakfast instead?”
“That’s a sad fucking substitute,” Knox griped.
Cáel pushed up against the pillows, grinning. “You know you have him wrapped around your finger when he’d pick you over food, Little One.”
