Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Good grief.
He was going to put his clothes on the ground.
“Let me hold your clothes and your bag, baby. We’re not putting them on the ground.” There was too much red, soil-looking dirt and we’d never get it out of his clothes…magical cleaning or not.
“I’m going on the ground, Daddy.” He snickered as he shoved his pile at me. “Hurry. Get ready. I’m fast.”
We were playing chase.
Shit.
“Hey, I’m not fast.” That really should’ve occurred to me sooner, but Klynn’s wicked giggle said he’d already realized it. “I have to win. I’m Daddy.”
He seemed to think that was hilarious and his giggles had everything from his shoulders to his cock shaking, but that didn’t stop the magic of shifting.
Clearly he didn’t need to think about it that much for it to work.
That was…
He was…
He was going to be so much bigger than Maria had been when he was in his full form.
“Wow.”
Klynn was a dragon but he was also very obviously still little because he was bouncing around like he was on a trampoline. The cute hops made it impossible to do anything but smile at how adorable he was, but I had to admit that this was a better introduction to his dragon side than the big version would’ve been.
I wasn’t sure when it happened but I found myself sitting on one of the wide bench seats that I just realized were wide enough for a small dragon to sit on too.
Yep, the whole thing was built for field trips.
Klynn hopped a few more times before tucking his wings close and rolling over.
In the dirt.
Ugh.
I wasn’t sure what he was doing at first, but I laughed when he settled back on all fours and crouched low as he wagged his tail.
“You’re not like any pup I’ve ever met, silly boy.”
My boy.
My mate.
My mate was a dragon.
It was definitely stupid, but that was the moment it hit me. He was a dragon. Before he’d been Klynn and my boy and obviously an alien…but he was a dragon.
A giggly dragon.
“Silly Daddy. I’m your dragon.”
Yep, and still little based on the cheerful voice in my head.
“You are. You’re my cute little dragon.”
His voice was in my head.
“Shh. We’re pretending I’m just your special person, Daddy.”
Because his Daddy was a stubborn moron.
“I don’t know. I think I’m seeing my mate having fun playing pretend. Should I call you my big puppy instead of my little dragon?”
More giggles filled my head and suddenly he was just there like I was sharing my brain with a giggly little.
“I’m your mate, Daddy.”
And whatever he was getting from me was hilarious based on his laughter and the way his bouncing got more excited.
“You are. I bet you’re a fast mate too, aren’t you?”
Yes.
We were going to play.
My boy needed to get the wiggles out and he needed an adventure.
Hopping up and spreading his wings, he hovered for a moment before sinking back down. I wasn’t sure how much was muscles and air flow and how much was magic, but he was certainly getting a workout and would sleep well later.
“I’m fast. I can swoop and go high and go low.”
Showing off, he went higher that time before slowly coming down.
“See? It’s not scary.”
Ah, he was getting me used to this form.
I wanted to say it wasn’t necessary but it probably hadn’t been a bad idea.
“Daddy. Why didn’t you tell me shifters could be scary?”
Oh.
Fucking bond.
“Naughty Daddy. We use nice words.”
He wiggled side to side and I could hear him making a tsking sound in my head between giggles.
“I’m not scary and I’ve got my thinking too. You can even hear me think.”
What?
“I think-think-think like the bear, Daddy. He’s not scary.”
Oh.
Yeah.
I could actually hear him think…about the dirt under his claws and how much he wanted cookies and how he’d been brave getting milk and about a thousand other random things.
“That’s kind of weird, baby, but you’re right, this isn’t scary.” He wasn’t trying to eat me either. The only food he was thinking about were Oreos. “The other shifter didn’t mean to attack me. He was just sick and we made him better.”
Little Klynn did not need me thinking about that nightmare, but it took me a moment to remember an offhand comment Wren had made in a meeting. I needed to look for the bond. It was going to be a ribbon or a thread or a…a wire.
Got it.
“Good boy, Daddy.”
Klynn snickered as I rolled my eyes and managed to keep my thoughts happy.
“Now make it thinner. Tiny. Tiny. That’s my good boy.”
When I’d turned down his random chatter so the only things I was getting were his deliberate words, I hoped he wasn’t getting any more of my nightmares in 3D. “I’m not the good boy, you are. I’m the slow Daddy who’s going to chase the dragon.”