Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 65310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
I snorted. “You would.”
He grinned unrepentantly and started to button up his jeans.
“You ready to get back?” He asked with a raised brow.
I nodded, then looked around us.
“You’ll need to do something with those,” I pointed at the balls of flame.
He grinned, winked, and then suddenly everything around us was plunged into darkness.
I gasped as I watched the fire travel from the balls on the floor, straight to Keifer’s hand. Then, as if in a special effect movie, the flame was absorbed into Keifer’s skin.
What looked to be the light from the fire traveled up Keifer’s arm, almost as if a light was shining out from the inside, and moved under his shirt until I couldn’t see it anymore.
“Holy shit!” I breathed, lurching forward and stopping only when I came into contact with Keifer’s body. “You have got to tell me how to do that!”
He laughed, dropped his mouth down to mine, and kissed me playfully.
He only pulled away when I was gasping for breath and barely standing once again.
“Ready to go now?” He rumbled happily.
I knew he was smiling, even though I couldn’t see him.
“Yeah,” I nodded, laying my head against his chest. “Now I’m ready.”
I felt the hard ridge of his cock against my thigh just before he turned me in his arms and let his arm travel down the length of my arm until he had my hand.
“Let’s go.”
I followed him blindly, thinking there was something profound there.
It took real trust to follow someone through the dark, and I had that with Keifer.
I trusted him with my life.
With my very soul.
And I was so glad to know that we’d be together forever.
Instinctually, my hand went down to the one connected with Keifer’s, and I let my hand trail over the skin of my wrist.
“The tattoos are raised,” I whispered in awe.
“Nowhere in my dad’s book did it say these markings would hurt like a bitch when they made their appearance.” Keifer grumbled.
I didn’t have any insight on that fact, so I stayed silent as I came to a stop at what I assumed was the elevator.
Then a thought occurred to me, and I narrowed my eyes.
“How are you able to see where we’re going?” I asked him.
He let my hand go, pressing the button to the elevator, proving my earlier guess true, before he answered.
“You could, too, I think. I…” he hesitated. “Borrow powers from Declan. For instance, there are times when I can move faster than any normal human should be able to. I can see in the dark, but not all the time. It’s like I have to ask permission first. Usually Declan has no problem sharing, and now it’s so ingrained that I just think the thought, and I have the ability to do so.”
I blinked. “Is borrowing powers normal?”
The doors to the elevator opened, and blessed light filled the darkened corridor. “Yes and no. I know for a fact that my brothers and I can. From each other and from our dragons. Actually, all of us can borrow from any dragon rider. That’s part of being in the royal family.”
“Royal family?” I asked in alarm. “What do you mean royal family?”
He turned his back on the elevator door as he crossed his arms.
His hair was slightly ruffled from my attentions earlier, and his mouth was wearing some of my glittery lip-gloss.
I smiled, looked down, and waited for him to answer me.
“I’m the Prince of Dragons. I’m the highest ranking official of the royal family. No one is higher ranked than me,” he told me softly.
I looked up from contemplating my shoes, eyes wide. “You’re what?”
Ok, I might have shrieked it.
But holy fuck! What did that make me? A princess?
Keifer smiled, revealing his beautifully straight white teeth to me.
“Yeah, I’m the prince. Which means you’re my princess. Princess Blythe of the Dragon Riders,” he grinned.
“What…how…what…how…” I stammered.
He walked forward, pinned me against the wall, and slammed his mouth onto mine.
Then the bell sounded that I was on my floor, and Keifer broke off.
Slowly.
Too slowly.
When the door started to close, I pushed at his chest, but he didn’t move.
“I’m gonna be late. The doors are gonna close,” I whispered.
I was in no way, shape, or form in a hurry to get out of his arms.
Not after the last thirty minutes we’d just spent together.
But he didn’t need to know that.
The doors that’d been closing at his back slammed back open and stayed that way.
Narrowing my eyes I asked, “Did you do that?”
He winked. “See you tonight.”
With that, he let me go, and moved to the opposite side of the elevator, crossing his arms across his chest, and leaning his butt against the railing before crossing his feet out in front of him.
“You’re late,” he reminded me when I looked at him in stunned silence.
That worked.
Jumping forward like I’d been cattle prodded, I rushed out of the elevator car.