Chapter 8

Vander's dragon blew out a frustrated breath. There was no sign of Gamair anywhere. He coasted through the Canadian mountainous region, but nothing. It was like he had disappeared off the face of the planet. But Vander knew his enemy would be hiding somewhere. They would have to broaden their search in the hunt of the Death Lord.

"Any luck?" Feno's voice broke through Vander's thoughts.

Feno and Jodos were checking out other parts of the vast northern country. Gamair would only be able to hide for so long before they found him.

"Fuck no , " Vander responded. Frustrated, he angled his dragon's body to turn around in order to head back home. Someone back in the States would make him feel better.

Faye.

Just the thought of her smile had his wings pumping faster as he cut through the dense clouds. Just the thought of being near her again made his heart pound and his dragon desperate to get to her.

The memory of the softness of her skin, the taste of her lips, and the smell of her slick folds increased his dragon's speed.

"Are you changing course?" Feno asked.

"Yeah, there's no sign of him , " Vander replied telepathically. " I'm going to head back to town."

A slight twinge in his gut caught his attention. Something was wrong. Once a dragon identified a mate, they would always be in tune with them. The dragon would always be able to feel their emotions, and right now, the slight hint of fear tingled along his spine. He knew he wasn't afraid of anything, so what he was experiencing could only be what Faye was feeling, and something had her frightened.

"Off to see your mate? She can wait. We need to find this fucker," Feno huffed.

"Believe me, big brother, we will find him, but I need to get back to Faye. Something is wrong." Vander's dragon was one of the swiftest in all the land and would make it back to her in record time.

"Go to her," Feno ordered.

He didn't need to be told twice. He knew that his brother and Jodos would hunt down Gamair.

He drew closer to Westwend and needed to find a place to land his massive-sized dragon and shift where no one would see him. His dragon magic would hide him from people as he flew closer to the town. To a human, he would look like a dark storm cloud rolling through.

He finally made it to the part of town where Faye lived. He flew over her street, finding it empty and quiet. It was late, and he was sure she would be home from work. His dragon remained silent, and he landed, careful not to alarm any of Faye's neighbors. He quickly used his magic to shift his body back to his human form, then waved his hand, conjuring clothes and shoes. He glanced at her home and saw the glow from a soft light on her first floor.

He couldn't shake the feeling that something was bothering her. Something had caused her to experience fear, and his dragon didn't like it. They were to protect her and keep her out of harm's way.

He ran up the steps and hurried down her walkway. He arrived at her door and took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. He rang her doorbell and waited, then he came the sound soft footsteps. He waited patiently. She looked through the peephole before the unlocking the door. It slowly opened, revealing his sexy mate.

"Vander," she murmured, a soft smile on her lips.

"Hey." His eyes greedily took her in, noting that she appeared unharmed. She was in her bathrobe, and her dark hair was still damp from her shower. "Can I come in?"

He laughed; she cursed under her breath, fumbling to open the screen door. She pushed it open, and he made his way into her home. He gathered her into his arms, unable to resist taking a taste of her. He covered her mouth with his and kicked the door shut behind him.

Her arms wound their way around his neck and brought him closer to her. He groaned, his tongue dipping inside of her mouth, tasting the mint flavor of her toothpaste.

"I've missed you." Faye said once she broke the kiss.

He rested his forehead against hers, loving the feel of her in his arms. This was just what he and his dragon needed. Holding her in his arms assured his dragon that she was unharmed.

"How did you get here? I didn't hear a car out there."

"I flew." He pulled her over to the couch.

The television was on low, and it was on the local news channel. She brought her legs up and tucked them beneath her, snuggling into him. His beast released a satisfied grumble at the close contact. He could spend the rest of his life like this.

"Wait—you flew?" She leaned back, amazed. "I would love to see your dragon."

"One day." He laid a kiss on her forehead. He couldn't wait for the day, but not yet. His dragon would love to be able to strut in front of her with all of his magnificent scales and power to be seen. Showing his powerful beast would bring them closer. She would be one of few humans who would know that dragons existed. "If you're not afraid of heights, I would love to take you up for a flight."

"Really?" She drew back, excitement lining her face. "Can we go now?"

She moved to jump off the couch, but he caught her hand and tugged her back down.

"Not tonight. I just flew over a thousand miles to spend time with you," he admitted. He didn't want to come right out and tell her that he could feel her emotions. He had to slowly ease her into the life of a dragon's mate. So, instead of asking her outright why she was experiencing fear, he would see if she would come out and tell him.

"Well, don't I just feel special. You flew all the way to see little ol' me?" She batted her eyelashes at him.

He released a growl and brought her body flush with his.

"You're damn right I did. I've been thinking of nothing but sliding my cock into your tight little pussy," he said.

Her eyes widened with shock, then pure lust at his dirty words. He could tell the same thing had been on her mind. That's how he knew they were meant to spend an eternity together.

"Well, what's stopping you now that you're here?" Her voice grew husky, and she stood from the couch.

He watched, mesmerized, her fingers releasing the tie of her robe. She opened the terry cloth and dropped it to the floor, revealing her naked body to him, his pendant hanging low between her breasts. He released a snarl, sat forward, and snatched his shirt from his body. They would have plenty of time to talk. Right now, his cock was demanding to feel Faye around it.

He released a deep breath, and she kneeled in front of him and brushed his hands aside.

"I'll take care of you tonight," she whispered, her large, dark eyes staring back at him.

He leaned back and lifted his hips to help her; she dragged his jeans and underwear out of the way. He kicked them off to the side. Her small hand wrapped itself around his aching length, caressing him.

He hissed at her lips wrapping around the head. His head fell against the back of the couch.

"Yes," he groaned.

Her mouth was heaven. Vander basked in the sensation of her tongue running along the length of him. His mate's mouth was meant to take him. He bit back a shout, and she stretched her mouth wide and tested herself by taking as much of him as she could. He entwined his fingers in her thick locks.

"Good girl."

Her eyes flew open to meet his. The heat in her beautiful green orbs grew more intense. She paused; her lips remained locked around his shaft. It was one of the most beautiful sights he'd ever been blessed to witness. Vander's heart raced, his breaths coming in short, quick bursts.

Faye's hand slid along him to the base of his cock and squeezed, eliciting another moan from him.

"Fuck. Don't stop," he growled.

Vander wasn't above begging his mate to finish what she had started. She closed her eyes and lowered her head onto him, taking him farther into the depths of her throat. He tightened his grip on her hair and lifted his hips to meet her movements. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep his cock from releasing so soon. He wanted to continue to enjoy all that his mate offered.

But fuck, did he want to release in her mouth. Just the thought of her accepting his seed had his muscles tensing and his balls drawing up tight.

Not yet.

He had to hold back a little while longer.

Faye's hand cupped his sac, and all lucid thoughts went out the window.

Yes, his mate was certainly talented and was determined to take his soul.

Little did she know, it already belonged to her.