Mikolas (7 page)

L
ater that night
, after they’d seen to the wounded, the suffering and had repaired the mountain as best they could, Voshkie lay curled with her mate in their chambers.

Only it wasn’t where she wanted to be.

She always wanted to be with Mikolas, but being underground was starting to feel like being locked away. Voshkie wanted to be out under the stars.

Among the stars.

She wanted to fly with Mikolas, spread her wings and feel the wind rushing over them.

“Wake up,” she whispered, eyes open wide and very close to his face.

“That’s not creepy at all.” He tried to turn over. “Sleeping, woman.”

“I don’t want to sleep.
I want to fly
.”

“So go fly.”

She frowned. “No,” Voshkie explained in a soft voice, as if she were speaking to a toddler. “I want to fly
with you
.”

“We both almost died today. I think sleeping first is good.”

“It’s too stuffy in here. It’s too underground.”

He stretched. “Fine, but you know what happens when you chase the dragon?”

“I get the horns?” She laughed. “Or is that the bull?”

He narrowed his eyes. “You better not be chasing horns on a bull shifter.”

“All bull shifters are
bullshitters
.”

He pounced on her, rolling her onto her back, and she didn’t even pretend like she didn’t love it.

“You had some smartass thing like that to say about dragons, too, and look where you ended up. Nope, I think we’re going to have to wash out your mouth with soap so you stop saying such dirty things.”

“Your cock doesn’t count as soap,” she teased, even though she’d just cupped him.

“So this is the forever I signed up for, huh?”

“Yeah.” She lifted her chin. “Suck it up, buttercup.”

“I think I just will.” He darted down between her thighs and the second his tongue touched her, well, she was almost in heaven.

Almost, because she wanted to spread her wings.

She leapt away from him and headed toward the door.

“That’s what we’re playing?”

“Catch me if you can, dragon.”

He was on her in a second and she fled up the stairs and through the twisting hallways to escape out into the night.

As soon as the night air touched her face, her dragon form erupted from her skin and she was rocketed up into the sky.

Voshkie didn’t need to see him to know that he was right behind her. They soared up higher and higher until she was sure they were going to touch the moon, but unlike Icarus and his wings, these didn’t burn.

They were strong and sure, taking her exactly where she wanted to go.

Just like her love for Mikolas and his for her.

She looped into a vertical bank and he followed, pushing her forward and then they both dove down into a spin. The g-force made her dizzy, but it was like spinning on a carousel. Only diving toward the earth.

He guided them out of the spin and back up into an Immelmann Maneuver before they evened out at a steady altitude.

It was such a rush.

Mikolas danced around her in the sky, gliding above her until he nudged against her pushing her toward a tall, snow-capped mountain.

After the spinning, diving, and swirling, she was ready to touch the ground. If only to share the aftermath of the rush with him.

Her landing was still a little rough, but he caught her and they crashed down into the snow together.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked.

She looked up at the brightly burning stars that hung like glittering diamonds above them. She remembered the tears she’d cried, the joy she’d felt that was so new. So strange.

“Yes, this is everything I’ve ever wanted.”

“Me too.”

She propped herself up and studied his face. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Even though I dragged you out of a sound sleep and made you chase me up a mountain and lay naked in the snow?”

“I’m still going to punish you for that, but you’ll like it.”

“Oh, will I?” She grinned. “What makes you so sure?”

His expression turned serious. “Because I know you inside and out. I know that you love being chased, but not caught. You’d rather surrender because it’s what you want, not because you were bested. I know that you love it when I pretend to dominate you, but we both know I’m really serving you.”

“I guess I’m a complicated creature.”

“You’re perfect.”

“I like that shit. You can keep saying that as much as it pleases you.” Even though she was naked in the snow, she wasn’t cold. In fact, heat suffused her from the inside out, making her feel a kind of warmth she’d never known, but now understood she couldn’t live without.

“I’ll say it until you’re sick of it. You’re my fire, Voshkie. You’re more to me than gold.”

She cupped his cheek. “Honor before gold. Loyalty before gold.
Mikolas
before gold.”

He kissed her and Voshkie never knew she could feel so much from someone’s lips on hers. He painted a picture with that kiss—a future full of love, family, hope, and safety. All the things she’d never thought she could have for herself, they were right here in this dragon’s arms and with Drago Knights MC.

A
uthor’s Note
: Voshkie and Mikolas found their way together, but there’s more to the big picture. Want to see them again, find out what happened to Glorfindel, and see what kind of trouble Aranka and Imre can stir up? Check them out in Imre: Drago Knights MC #3.