The Old Dragon of the Mountain's Christmas (Dragon Lords of Valdier #9) by S.E. Smith Page B
Authors: S.E. Smith
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another,” he admitted ruefully.
*.*.*
“Let’s go inside,” Christoff murmured. “I don’t want you getting cold.”
Edna laughed and looked down at the sweater that she was wearing. Normally, she would have a pair of thermals, several shirts, her thickest jacket, hat, gloves, scarves, and anything else she could think of to keep warm. Since last night, she felt like a different woman; one with a built in heater that would make menopause look like a day in the sauna.
Christoff felt her pull away from him so she could see his face. He returned her gaze with a steady one of his own. He knew she wanted to know what happened last night.
Tell her, his dragon snorted. Then I get my mate.
“What happened last night?” Edna asked, confirming his fear. “Ever since we made love – ever since you bit me – I feel different.”
“That is because you are,” he murmured, looking out over the yard. “My dragon wants his mate.”
“Your dragon – how?” Edna asked in confusion. “I mean there aren’t any girl dragons around and I’m not about to let you….”
Christoff shook his head. “My dragon wants his mate,” he whispered, taking a step closer to her. “In here.”
He watched as she followed his finger down to where it was pointing at her chest. A frown creased her brow. She looked back up at him and shook her head.
“I don’t understand,” she whispered.
“Do you trust me?” He asked in a husky voice.
She blinked several times before she scowled at him. “Of course I trust you,” she said.
“Then, come to me,” he growled in a deeper, rough tone. “Come to me, my mate.”
*.*.*
Edna gasped when she felt a primitive reaction to his command. Her eyes widened when she heard a whisper echo in her head. She turned to look out at the yard. Everything seemed clearer, more vivid than before. Blinking, she looked down at her hands and saw them shimmering with a pale, green light before she blinked again and she saw…
Claws? She squeaked.
Turning, she stumbled when she almost tripped over her tail. Freezing on the porch, she turned around again, slower this time. A hiccup escaped her when she saw her reflection in the window. She swallowed as she looked into the familiar, yet unfamiliar, green eyes staring back at her. The expression in them, she knew, it was the face that went with the eyes that she didn’t.
Christoff, she whispered in terror.
I am here, he murmured.
She turned her head to stare at the ruby and silver dragon standing in the snow just off the porch. He was looking at her with an expression of hope and fear. She opened her mouth to lick her suddenly dry lips and discovered sharp teeth instead.
What am I? She asked, beginning to tremble.
You are beautiful. You are Edna. You are my true mate, he replied, taking a step closer to the porch. Will you come to me?
Edna blinked several times as the shock of what happened washed through her. She looked down at her body again. This time noting the delicate scales and the tiny ruby and silver pattern etched into them. She felt warm, but not unbearable.
It dragon fire, a soft, tentative voice whispered.
What?! Who? What is going on? Edna demanded, turning in a circle and knocking against the swing, causing it to rock wildly back and forth.
I your dragon, the voice replied. My mate call to me. I go.
What? Wait a minute? Your mate? Christoff said his dragon needed his mate. Can I change back? Edna asked desperately.
“Yes,” Christoff said, stepping up onto the porch.
Edna turned her head, surprised to see Christoff in his two-legged form. She trembled when he reached out to tenderly stroke her jaw. A soft purr escaped her and her eyelashes closed for a moment at his touch.
“Think of yourself as Edna,” he whispered.
Edna opened her eyes and stared back at Christoff. She started when she saw her hand lift to touch his chest. Staring at it, she turned it over. It was back to normal. Her head jerked up to
*.*.*
“Let’s go inside,” Christoff murmured. “I don’t want you getting cold.”
Edna laughed and looked down at the sweater that she was wearing. Normally, she would have a pair of thermals, several shirts, her thickest jacket, hat, gloves, scarves, and anything else she could think of to keep warm. Since last night, she felt like a different woman; one with a built in heater that would make menopause look like a day in the sauna.
Christoff felt her pull away from him so she could see his face. He returned her gaze with a steady one of his own. He knew she wanted to know what happened last night.
Tell her, his dragon snorted. Then I get my mate.
“What happened last night?” Edna asked, confirming his fear. “Ever since we made love – ever since you bit me – I feel different.”
“That is because you are,” he murmured, looking out over the yard. “My dragon wants his mate.”
“Your dragon – how?” Edna asked in confusion. “I mean there aren’t any girl dragons around and I’m not about to let you….”
Christoff shook his head. “My dragon wants his mate,” he whispered, taking a step closer to her. “In here.”
He watched as she followed his finger down to where it was pointing at her chest. A frown creased her brow. She looked back up at him and shook her head.
“I don’t understand,” she whispered.
“Do you trust me?” He asked in a husky voice.
She blinked several times before she scowled at him. “Of course I trust you,” she said.
“Then, come to me,” he growled in a deeper, rough tone. “Come to me, my mate.”
*.*.*
Edna gasped when she felt a primitive reaction to his command. Her eyes widened when she heard a whisper echo in her head. She turned to look out at the yard. Everything seemed clearer, more vivid than before. Blinking, she looked down at her hands and saw them shimmering with a pale, green light before she blinked again and she saw…
Claws? She squeaked.
Turning, she stumbled when she almost tripped over her tail. Freezing on the porch, she turned around again, slower this time. A hiccup escaped her when she saw her reflection in the window. She swallowed as she looked into the familiar, yet unfamiliar, green eyes staring back at her. The expression in them, she knew, it was the face that went with the eyes that she didn’t.
Christoff, she whispered in terror.
I am here, he murmured.
She turned her head to stare at the ruby and silver dragon standing in the snow just off the porch. He was looking at her with an expression of hope and fear. She opened her mouth to lick her suddenly dry lips and discovered sharp teeth instead.
What am I? She asked, beginning to tremble.
You are beautiful. You are Edna. You are my true mate, he replied, taking a step closer to the porch. Will you come to me?
Edna blinked several times as the shock of what happened washed through her. She looked down at her body again. This time noting the delicate scales and the tiny ruby and silver pattern etched into them. She felt warm, but not unbearable.
It dragon fire, a soft, tentative voice whispered.
What?! Who? What is going on? Edna demanded, turning in a circle and knocking against the swing, causing it to rock wildly back and forth.
I your dragon, the voice replied. My mate call to me. I go.
What? Wait a minute? Your mate? Christoff said his dragon needed his mate. Can I change back? Edna asked desperately.
“Yes,” Christoff said, stepping up onto the porch.
Edna turned her head, surprised to see Christoff in his two-legged form. She trembled when he reached out to tenderly stroke her jaw. A soft purr escaped her and her eyelashes closed for a moment at his touch.
“Think of yourself as Edna,” he whispered.
Edna opened her eyes and stared back at Christoff. She started when she saw her hand lift to touch his chest. Staring at it, she turned it over. It was back to normal. Her head jerked up to
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