As she plummeted downwards, Zara’s breath was taken from her again, but not by the nature of the atmosphere, so thin up here. By the view. The dragon realm was gorgeous below her, spanning out in every direction.
Zara had always been able to fly for hours. Just lock her wings and soar from gust to gust. She supposed it had to do with the fact that flying had been her only freedom when she was a prisoner at the castle. She’d had a few hours every week where she was out of sight, out of mind for Dalyer and she spent every second of it in the sky. She never wanted to land back at the castle and risk being summoned to his side.
So when the light in the sky started to change, Zara barely noticed. She was rising up and down through the layers of the atmosphere, the deep black of the universe beckoning to her like an open door, and then she’d swoop back, closer to earth, the colors of the clouds and the ocean and the air and sunlight and the dragon realm below all blurring into one beautiful rainbow.
On one such dip and dive through a particularly chilly cirrus cloud, something caught in the corner of Zara’s eye. A flash of deep blue. Like moonlight. Solar. In his dragon form, flying a wide circle around her. Zara flipped onto her back and almost seemed to float for a second. Of course he’d found her here. And of course he was striking that perfect balance between sticking by her and giving her space.
Zara caught his eye and challenged him. No one was faster in an out-and-out race than Solar, but she was 500 feet lower and so much smaller. She might be able to beat him back to earth. Wasting not another second, Zara ducked her nose and executed a perfect dive.
She didn’t dare look behind her, she couldn’t risk losing the speed. She knew he’d be gaining on her. The canopy of trees loomed before her; soon she lost view of the ocean. One by one, the mountains seemed to disappear behind the curve of the earth.
Zara plummeted toward the canopy. She’d have to pull up soon, or else she’d risk crashing, but she wasn’t scared. A zippy thrill went through her when she realized she might actually beat him back to earth. But then she felt a sharp wind below her, above her, around her.
The bastard not only had caught up to her, he was circling her! Arrogant. Zara pulled out of her dive, knowing she’d been beat. Solar whipped around her again, turning upside down underneath her so that their underbellies brushed against one another. Zara let herself be twirled with his wind and the two of them spiraled together, back down to earth.
He’d led them to the small clearing by her hut. Their hut. They both landed softly on the mossy jungle ground. That was something they had in common, Zara reflected. They were both extremely light on their feet.
Wordlessly, the two dragons shifted back into their human forms, flashes of prismed light reflecting off their scales. Then it was their bare skin that glowed in the dim jungle light, both of them naked in their human forms. They both breathed heavily from the exertion, the exhilaration of their flight. The setting sun threw shadows over Solar’s face, his silvery scar catching the light.
“You’re fast,” he breathed, his eyes burning holes in her. He took a step to his left and she found herself automatically mirroring him. He took another step and so did she. They were circling one another, the excitement of their race still zinging between them, like a scent on the air. He experimentally swiped one arm out at her. She danced just out of reach, a small smile playing on the edges of her mouth. His eyes lit up with the game.
The sun went lower in the sky and a thrill rocketed through Zara. She moved, Solar moved. She knew that if she retreated he would chase her. A spark of play and lust danced in his eyes. He was hunting her.
Zara stopped moving. She held perfectly still and his stance reflected hers. He was waiting to see what she would do. She didn’t disappoint. His dark blue eyes deepened with anticipation. And then Zara was off like a shot. Her arms pumping and her feet as light as air over the jungle floor. The game was to get to the hut first, and she wanted to win. But not as much as she wanted to be chased by him. To be caught by him.
She hadn’t gone ten steps before she felt his arm band around her waist, inexorable and gentle. She squealed in delight and pleased hysteria. They were still ten feet from the cabin but he dragged the two of them to the ground. She landed, sprawled on his chest, her hair making a curtain around them as she propped herself up.
Part of Zara wanted to gaze at him in the dimming light. Cherish him. The moment. But the other part of Zara won, and apparently the same thing in Solar did too. They fell on each other. His hand gripped her scalp through her hair so tightly, little kisses of pain exploded through Zara. It incensed her, got her back up. Thrilled her. She gripped his own hair just as tightly and the two of them rolled over the jungle floor. He was on top now, flipping one of her legs over his hip and thrusting his cock part way into her.