Argan_Dragons of Preor by Celia Kyle

Author:Celia Kyle [Kyle, Celia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-11-07T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Earth’s crisp air flowed over Argan’s scales. The beat of his wings slicing through the humid winds with ease. There was no hint of salt or the briny scent of the sea in the skies. No sting accompanied his flight as he traveled over the waters of the Gulf of Mexico. He stretched his wings, gliding on the swift breeze before flapping them to gain height. The sun bathed him in golden rays and returned a healthy glow to his body.

There were no other Preors like him in the skies. The water below him was deadly should it come into contact with his wings. A hearty splash and he would be unable to fly—drowning in the salty waves. As for the salt itself… It usually burned and stung his flesh and scales. The tiny bits scraping his pores and causing pain. But thanks to his mate—and her small device—salt was no longer a problem for him.

He was unsure what he did to deserve such an intelligent, gorgeous mate, but none would take her from him. Now that he’d held her close, tasted her lips, felt her lush body beneath his hands… he would never let her go. He would kill any that attempted to hurt her—take her.

Argan banked left and then flapped his wings, taking himself higher and higher before snapping them closed. He immediately plummeted, the whistle of air racing past his ears cutting off all other sounds. He spun, whirling like a top as he descended. A shout of joy burst past his lips, the freedom of falling—and flight—banishing any hint of remaining heartache and physical remnants of his imprisonment.

He was free. Free to fly. Free to fall. Free to live a life with Lily.

Lily… Thinking her name brought her to the forefront of his mind. He pictured her smiling face, sparkling eyes, and tempting lips. The happiness that she had exuded as she revealed her gifts for him.

Him. An Izz’bara. He hated that addition to his name. After he had survived his attack centuries ago, he had passed out as Argan sen Izz and woke as Argan sen Izz’bara.

Because he had survived a death blow—scars and all.

But now he had a mate who had claimed him—scars and all. Even more, the Binds told him that she enjoyed his company and his kisses. More than any Bara male like him had ever thought to have. Just thinking of her and her gifts had Argan wishing to return home, to their Earth version of a Preor aerie. An aerie unlike any other Preor had ever known.

The war master did not have such an appealing home. A home filled with fresh air untainted by the salty sea hundreds of feet below. The war master did not have the magical device pinned to Argan’s chest, either. The male could not take flight without feeling the sting of the salty skies. Not like Argan could.

Argan could admit that a sense of pride and happiness filled him with the thought. His mate had more knowledge than the best scientists of Preor.

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