Chapter SEVENTEEN-ZEKE

I’ve heard stories my whole life about what it feels like when a Dragon meets his mate.

The fire.

The ache.

The sheer need to be with her, skin to skin, soul to soul.

But nothing—absolutely nothing—prepared me for her.

For Casey.

She’s not just beautiful.

She’s mine.

And now that I’ve had a taste of her kiss, now that she’s looked up at me with those golden-brown eyes full of invitation and heat, I can’t hold back.

I won’t.

When she tells me she wants to spend time alone with me, the words hit harder than they should.

Because it’s not just about sex.

Not just about sating a physical need.

It’s about being chosen.

And the woman I’ve waited a hundred years for just looked at me like I’m the one she can’t resist.

Yeah. That’s fuel on a fire that was already burning out of control.