Page 114 of Claim the Light
He’s exactly the same. My mate. The dragon who loves me.
“Come with me,” I whisper. “But don’t tell Isaac I did this.”
Micah’s forehead crinkles. “Did what?”
I reach into the space beside me, sensing the energy in the air and the conduits between places of magic. I’ve progressed from stepping into realms by accident to ripping entry into them as acts of desperation, but now I’m beginning to understand what the lines of energy around them feel like. The boundaries between realms.
The dragon’s light gave me this power—a power Nathaniel himself would have desperately needed when he was trapped in the veil—but he didn’t have the body to carry out his wishes.
Now, the energy is mine.
I sense the boundary around the forest that lies within the prison veil and I slip my hand between the streams of energy surrounding it.
I bite my lip because I think we’re about to enter it from quite high up.
“Get ready to spread your wings,” I say as I close my arms around Micah and pull him sideways.
A single step takes us through.
“What the…?” His exclamation is snatched away in the wind as we plummet through the blue sky above the emerald-green forest.
His wings thump outward in time with mine.
I’m falling facing upward, but I change the aerodynamics of my wings to accommodate my position, only now recalling the way I’ve done this before. Although I didn’t realize it at the time.
I twist a little to see that below us is the cabin. In the distance is the lake. But farther to the right is a large clearing in the middle of the forest, and I gesture to it. “There.”
I turn, adjusting my wings again, and Micah follows me down to the mossy undergrowth.
He’s barely folded away his wings before I collide with him, my lips finding his, my hands tugging at his shirt and pants.
I break contact with him, only to ask the question. “Do you want—”
He doesn’t let me finish.
“Fuck, yes.”
I moan against his lips, needing the connection we’ve waited for. I don’t want to change a single part of myself for this. I am as I was, entirely and completely, with all my vulnerabilities and imperfections. My body just the same as when we stepped out into the moonlight together, and peace was within my grasp.
A peace I can now claim as mine.
Micah’s hands tangle in my hair, his mouth burning a trail down my neck and to the tops of my breasts, which are still covered by my dress, although I’m not wearing a bra any longer.
He leans back to pull off his shirt and tug down his pants and underwear, kicking them both to the side.
Fuck, he’s beautiful.
I step right back into his arms, needing to explore his chest, his cock, and every other part of him, but he’s already pulling me down to the ground so that he’s on his back and I’m straddling him.
He pushes my dress up to my hips, his hands stroking my thighs, slowing down a little, letting me take control.
My body was ready from the moment we landed in this clearing and I don’t need or want to wait. Without hesitation, I position myself over him and he guides me down onto him.
My body fits around his, my muscles relaxing as he strokes his thumb across my core. Pleasure spirals through me, and I plant my hands on his chest, rise up, and then drive myself down.
I fight not to arch my back at the intensity of the wild need riding me now. Somehow, the more I let go, the more in control I feel, and I don’t have a moment of doubt about what I want. Or a moment of fear that I could hurt him or damage the soil beneath us.
The wilder I am, the more my power calms.
