Page 6 of Dragon Cursed
Seen the dragon.
Draquonir Law demanded her death for that forbidden knowledge alone.
And his.
Gods, the pain.
It lived inside him now.
The emotion cut through him like a blade.
Dangerous.Weakening.Fatal.
He thought he’d carved such things out of himself long ago.
His dragon surged violently beneath his skin.
Mine.
Alsander’s control slipped.
The dragon’s roar tore from him before he could stop it.
The sound exploded through the forest hard enough to shake the mountain beneath his feet.Trees shuddered violently.Birds burst screaming into the air while stone cracked beneath feet.
His dragon fought him viciously now, growing more unstable with her every retreating step.
Pain roared through him.His vision flickered gold.Scales rippled briefly beneath the skin stretched tight across his arms before retreating again.
“Control it,” he snarled at himself, though the command rang hollow.
The dragon no longer cared about laws.
Or secrecy.
Or death.
He only wanted his mate.
“Wait,” he commanded her.He didn’t have to shout.Magic would carry his words where he directed them.
With control borne of desperation, he willed his dragon back.
Poppy froze mid-stride, the satchel full of Aos-sí-blooms shifting against her back.The fading sunlight caught in her hair, turning the simple braid into a rope of spun silk as she turned to face him.
She eyed him warily—as if she genuinely wanted to know what a cursed dragon could possibly want with a mortal woman but wasn’t sure she dared ask.
He should let her go.
Every instinct honed by centuries of self-imposed isolation screamed at him to send her away, both to protect her and to preserve the fragile peace of his suffering.But the words that came out were not the ones he intended.The dragon was already obsessed, curious about his mate.He wanted to spend time with her, no matter the cost.
With monumental effort, he resisted the urge to close the distance between them and asked, instead, "What year is it?"
Idiotic.But he had been alone in this forest so long he'd lost track of the passage of human time."Who rules the island?"
"The island?You mean Ireland?"She tilted her head to study him.Her gaze drifted over him from head to toe, lingered in places that, once upon a time, he never would have revealed to a lady in such a crude manner.
He watched her eyes spark with interest, intensifying his own.He tracked her every movement.When her gaze crawled the length of his hard cock, lingered there, and the tip of her tongue peaked out to wet her lips, he nearly came undone.His dragon, however, preened at his ability to attract his mate, silently repeating his demand for Alsander to go to her.Take her right there in the clearing.Claim her.Fuck her into submission.
