Her undependable conscience chose that moment to rear her ugly head, again questioning Kyndel’s sanity. ‘Catty Kyndel’ reminded her that she was supposed to be caring for Rayne’s injuries instead of careening towards the point of no return. There was no simple pressing of her lips to his flesh with this man. She gently raised her herself back on her knees and scooted a little farther down the bed until she was positioned beside his hips. She glanced back at the amazing male specimen sprawled across her bed, dumbstruck by the masculine beauty he exuded, even laying there wounded and sound asleep. He was absolutely stunning. For some unknown reason she felt peace, like them being together made things right, not just for this time but for all time.
As her eyes continued to roam over his body, her jaw dropped. The picture that had eluded her sight came into view. A dragon! On his back! The most intricate and beautiful marking she had ever seen. What she believed to be a simple mass of scar, now visible proved not to be scarring at all. They formed a magnificent red and golden dragon that covered the better part of his back and wrapped around his waist. She couldn’t believe her eyes. It had not been there twenty minutes before and if she was not completely losing her mind or maybe because she was, she would swear it was looking right at her.
CHAPTER FOUR
He slowly came out of his healing sleep with a sense of contentment so deep it was like nothing he’d felt in all his years. It sank into his core and made its home inside his soul. The pieces of a puzzle he hadn’t known were missing had suddenly fallen into place, all was right in his world. He had found his mate. The feeling of utter fulfillment coming from his dragon further infused Rayne with a true sense of satisfaction. In his mind’s eye, he could see the 1000 pound beast rolling around on his back, making chuffing sounds while little puffs of smoke rose from his nostrils, like a kitten that had just tasted the best catnip in town.
Rayne inhaled deeply, smelling the beautiful scent of flowers in the meadow after a rainfall that from now to eternity, he would always associate with her. He also smelled herbs and felt a warm sensation all over his back. The realization that the feel of her hands on him hadn’t been a dream made him smile. He concentrated and realized she’d rubbed some sort of ointment on his back, something to ease his pain. She had taken care of him while he was in his healing sleep. She was coming to care for him in the most elemental of ways. It was part of the mating call but that didn’t lessen the thrill of knowing she had seen to his needs for him. He knew she didn’t yet realize they were destined to be together. She had seen him in pain and had done whatever she could to make him more comfortable, to care for him.
He inhaled deeply again, smiling as he exhaled. Just the thought of her, his mate, his Kyndel, brought a smile to his face and sent blood rushing to his groin. Even her name was beautiful. It described her to a tee; from her fiery mane of red hair to her beautiful emerald eyes that spit fire when she was angry or frustrated. He could drown in those beautiful pools of deep crystalline green. His smile broadened as he thought of the cute little freckles that were dusted across her face. He planned to spend an incredible amount of time kissing each and every one of the ‘angel kisses’ covering her cute little nose and high rounded cheeks. He prayed she had those tempting little spots all over her body. His cock hardened at the thought of searching her beautiful curves.
He had spent most of the walk to her house just looking at her, taking in everything that made her who she was, made her special, made her Kyndel. He was pleased to see he was a whole head taller than her. Not that it would have truly mattered one way or another, but it made all kinds of erotic images of how she would fit perfectly against him in a variety of positions spring to mind. He pictured all the evenings they would spend with her head resting on his chest as they relaxed in bed, exhausted from hours of making love. He wanted to experience everything with her, not just everything naked. He would be lying if he said that those thoughts didn’t dominate his thoughts but he wanted so much more for their lives together. He truly wanted to experience all that life had to offer with his wonderful new mate.
His mouth watered at the thought of tasting every inch of her full, curvy body. He wanted to spend hours between her soft shapely thighs. He was sure she hadn’t noticed how high her skirt hiked up as she knelt beside him on the sidewalk. He thought his heart would leap from his chest as she leaned over to place her sweatshirt under his head. The combination of her skirt giving him a peek at her creamy thighs and the threat of her beautiful breasts spilling from the neckline of her blouse made rational thought almost impossible. His heart kicked into overdrive, even the pain he was feeling could not stop his reaction to her. He knew the only thing that held him back from taking her right then and there had been his injuries coupled with his need to make sure she understood exactly who they were to each other. He would not enter into the most important relationship of his life with any doubts or unanswered questions on the part of his mate. Then he had scented the hunters and all thoughts of anything but her safety had flown from his mind.