He shook his head and growled, his dragon surprisingly close to the surface. “How do you know? How can you trust her?”
A wave of heat washed across the both of them and they were no longer alone.Because I was at your birth too, and there is only one midwife who attends to dragons.
A huge red dragon jumped down from a wall of rocks and lumbered toward the water. He was covered in ash and burns.
“Match. Where the hell have you been, man?”
Match. The Red Dragon Wyvern who’d been missing since Azy had been in Hell. She’d seen him once, the day she’d gotten Cage’s shard from the succubus.
He’d been dying. Poisoned by her friend Fallyn.
Cage stood and pushed Azy behind him. What, like he was going to be able to block her and her big ole belly from Match’s view. Yeah, maybe if there were two of him.
Azy didn’t know Match from any other red dragon, but she worried about the fragile minded woman she’d rescued or rather dragged out of hell. The puzzling, but badass guardian, Ninsy, had promised she would take care of Fallyn.
Azy couldn’t remember why, but she trusted Ninsy.
Match made his way into the ocean and rolled in the wet sand, washing away the grime from what looked like a battle.
Azy asked the water to cool and soothe his burns and pulled tendrils up to rinse the soot from his face.
“Don’t bother helping this grumpy bastard. He’s not a big fan of mates.” Cage crossed his arms and continued to put himself between her and the red dragon.
Match growled, but not at her. In another minute he made his way back to the land and shifted as he walked out of the surf.
Dear God. He was striking. Dark hair and sexy-ass well-kept facial hair. What surprised her the most was his dark olive skin. He looked more like he belonged in Spain than either of them. How was a guy from Poland this tall, dark, and handsome?
She’d expected him to look more like Cage with his fair skin and golden hair. Next to Match, Cage was as pale as a sparkly vampire.
“Ahem.” Cage cleared his throat. “You’re staring, love of my life, mate of my soul.”
Oops. “No, I wasn’t. He just surprised me is all.”
Match walked over to the two of them and Azy found herself actually scooting behind Cage this time. Match might be movie-star good-looking, but he also looked mad as hell and very, very tired.
His anger lifted for a moment and he stared right at her. “Thank you, Azynsa.”
Why did she get the feeling he meant for more than the cool water?
Cage wasn’t the least bit intimidated by Match’s hulking dominance. “Huh. I didn’t even think you knew those words, dickhead.”
“Your mate has done more for me than she knows.”
“I have?” His gaze was so damn intense. He reminded her of a king.
“Yes.”
“Well, good. I’m glad then. Now, shoo.” She waved her hands to get him to move along. This was her and Cage’s special spot, and she’d had enough of this particular Wyvern’s energy.
Match’s brow crinkled, and Cage stifled a snicker. “You heard the lady. There’s a guest room at the new villa suited to a red dragon, fireplace and all. Make yourself at home. You look like you could use about three days of sleep. We’ll be along in a bit. I want to hear more about where you’ve been and that midwife.”
Match scowled at Cage but then lopsided-grinned at Azy. He turned and made his way up the beach, stretching and yawning.
Azy waited until she thought Match was out of earshot before she said anything. “Holy anchovy, is he always like that?”
“A ladies man, you mean?” Cage was teasing her of course.
She pulled him down for a soulful kiss anyway. “You’re the only man for this lady, and don’t you forget it.”
