Dragons Live Forever by D'Elen McClain

Author:D'Elen McClain [McClain, D'Elen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 2940151596947
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Publisher: B.L. Publishing Inc.
Published: 2015-07-28T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Pepper

The dragons speak of me as if I’m not present. Just because I cannot use my voice doesn’t mean I can’t hear them or understand what they’re saying. I have no way to convince Tahr that the woman on the Pegasus is no dream. She came to me while I was awake. For some reason I don’t think she wishes me harm. I feel more alive beneath the light she casts.

The young, red dragon mentioned a Goddess. Is that what she is? I agree with him—what makes me so special? A yearning for scales and wings is not enough.

Tahr’s arms comfort me. He says he wants me in his life; so what exactly does that mean? I’m here and fully healed. It’s time to begin my duty and serve him.

What if he hadn’t caught me? As I fell, a painful burn erupted across my back along with the pressure under my skin. When Tahr grabbed me, his energy burst between us and soothed the pain. And I was devastated. Something waited and it was so very close. How stupid is that? I’m nothing to a Goddess.

“You will begin teaching me your hand language immediately so we can communicate. You will not allow me to stop even if I become frustrated. If humans can learn this language, so can a dragon.”

He carries me up the high flight of stairs while speaking the entire time. What has changed? I can feel the strength of his arms, the power of his thighs as they lift with each step. A vibration travels through my skin. He’s also naked. I’ve seen him thus so many times, but now, it’s affecting me more. I enjoy the feel of his skin against mine. My dress is hiked up and caught between me and his arms. His skin is in direct contact with my upper thigh. I shouldn’t have these thoughts. The older dragon was correct. Earth humans are not meant for dragons. We have our place and that is serving the dragon’s needs while putting our own needs second.

The human wing of the castle is fine-tuned so the dragon and his bride are kept happy. Pride is rampant when the dragon casts a smile our way—hard earned and greatly cherished. We worship him and I am but a blink in his never-ending universe.

We reach Tahr’s private rooms and I don’t see Betty. I instantly become worried about what the dragon will do to her for falling asleep. He has a temper and Betty doesn’t deserve his scorn. He releases my legs and I slide against him until my feet touch the floor. I wipe my tears and then place my palm flat to his chest and push back slightly. My fingers tingle. He’s immovable.

Dropping my hand, I walk to the table and take the pen and paper. My fingers shake as I write.

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