“I dunno.” He murmured, seeming unsure as his vines slithered from his sleeve and slapped at his cheek as his eyes lowered as if drifting off to sleep.
The fucker was so high he was falling asleep standing up.
Opening his eyes wider he bent his neck to both sides, a loud crack echoing in the silent garden as he started to walk away.
“Bring Amaya to the shadow land. I have someone who can help,” he called over his shoulders.
I growled and stomped on Cole’s bushes as I followed after him, annoyed at the way he commanded me and my dragon as if we were his fucking servant. If it wasn’t something that would help my Mate in some way, I would have told him to go fuck himself. I flipped him off and shifted in the middle of Cole’s path, ripping some of his bushes and trees from the roots as my powerful body took up the space.
There was no point in denying we had been there; anyone who smelt the sourness of Mayfeaver would know Ziel had been there anyways. If Cole had a problem, he could come find me.
***
Flying with my Mate’s slight weight on my dragon’s back, her cold hands gripped my humps and her thighs clenched around my lower neck. Fates Above, it was fucking glorious. Her trusting me to take her to the skies, to follow me from the safety of her castle and Mountain and to fly with her, made me one lucky fucking dragon. She smoothed her hands along my hot scales, spreading tingles of awareness through my entire shifted form.
Mating with her was better than I ever could have imagined; her body had accepted me in with ease, and although my dragon was still a possessive dick, knowing we had marked her for all to scent, it settled us slightly. Giving her our scaled jewel as my people did, it made me feel closer to them, to her. I wanted to make sure I kept with the traditions of my realm, even if I was the only one left.
We landed with a thud in a clearing a few metres away from the bustling streets of Wisteria and I shifted, making sure she landed in my arms as always. She grinned, her big purple eyes bright from the thrill of the skies.
“The Wisteria trees look incredible from that height,” she said as she wiped her hands along her legs. She tended to do that when she didn’t know what to do with herself; her hands gripped as if searching for something to hold, something to settle her emotions. Emotions I don’t even think she realised she had.
Amaya was a closed off, expressionless person. Her flat tone and silence would come across as rude to most. But to me, I knew it was her trying to figure out her thoughts, her emotions and gaging what to expect next. It was the motions of an abused, neglected person.
My jaw ticked as her hands clenched and rubbed at her legs. I grabbed her hand softly, settling it against my side as we walked towards the busy streets. People swayed out of our way, their eyes widening when they saw her eyes, some nodded towards me before making space for my large form. She hummed beside me before veering off towards Bri’s.
My Mate had found a friend in the half witch. The pair were complete opposites, one as morbid and dark as night and the other a damn daisy basking in the sunlight.
Bri had opened her coffee shop only a few years ago; the misfits of the Shadow land were untrusting at first, not seeing Bri as one of us, but instead seeing her as a spy of the White Witches and the Council. Her magic was all pure White Witch and yet not once had she ever used it on the misfits or shifters. Her coffee was enchanted to help strive of sleep, giving energy where it was most needed. You could request all sorts of coffees containing different types of intentions. Bri was truly amazing at what she did and had gained the trust of all of us here.
She was good for my Mate who I believe, never had a true friend before.
The loud scream of happiness that pierced my ear drums and had me wincing pulled a small twitch from Amaya’s mouth. She didn’t seem bothered by her friend’s overly excited greeting.
She was beginning to change.
“OhmyFates! What are you guys doing here! Coffee? Cake? Oh Amaya I have the most amazing book you should read, but first you need to try this coffee—"
Her persistent rambling became muffled as I watched my beautiful Mate nod along and listen intently. Her big eyes tracked Bri as she busily made our coffees behind the counter, adding in her own ‘hmm’ where needed. The way her body tilted to the movements of the half witch had me beginning to smile widely.
It seemed my little Mate had found herself another obsession, a new need to protect.
“What?” Amaya asked, her eyes looking deeply into my own. I had to kiss her, to press my lips to her own plump ones. I needed her to feel what I was feeling, to understand the happiness she was bringing me.
Her lips parted easily, accepting my kiss with a small sigh of her own. I could have lost myself in her taste. The smell of dark fruits on her skin and in her silky hair begged me to pull her close, to deepen the kiss.
A small squeak had me pulling back; Bri stood with her hands to her chest beaming at us. I looked back into Amaya’s now heavy eyes and growled low as she slowly swiped her tongue across her lower lip as if licking up my left-over taste.
I needed to leave; I needed to walk away before I threw her over my shoulder and carried her off to my big bed at the bar.
Swallowing, I rumbled low just for her ears. “I’m going to go, before I strip ye’ bare Mo Chridhe.”
Her breath hitched and her pupils dilated. I went to grab her and do just as I had feared I would do when shepatted my chest and walked towards Bri who stood waiting with a coffee for her.
“Ziel should—”
“I’m fine. He’ll get here when he gets here. Go.”
Nodding, I dragged myself away. My dragon grumbled within me about our Mate needing our touch. I didn’t disagree.
