She was debating how to respond when she spotted a large red dragon diving down and pulling up right before he hit the ground. It was only when he flew upward again that she saw his front and gasped.
A large K was branded into one side of his chest.
Scars in a dragon-shifter's human form usually translated into their dragon one as well. But to have such a scar told another story, namely that someone had rubbed certain toxins or dirt into the wound to keep it from healing. Or, he'd been burned. Badly. Dragon-shifters healed quickly, but not even the fastest healing dragonman or woman in the world could repair intense burns.
The red dragon reached its desired height and barrel-rolled back down to the earth. When he leaned to the side and changed direction at the last minute, Honoria recognized the move.
Asher had liked to show it off when they were younger, to win bets against the other teenage males.
Covering her mouth with her hand, Honoria's stomach rolled. Such a scar and its history was bad on anyone, but the thought of someone she'd once loved suffering such agony made her want to vomit.
Her beast spoke up. We should find him and talk.
About what? To bring up such a memory will only hurt him. Not only that, he'll think we're doing it on purpose to knock him off his game.
Didn't you notice how strained the flight maneuvers were and still are? Something i
s wrong with his dragon.
It could be Asher.
Or, it could be both.
She hesitated. The most common reasons for such strain was a lack of sex or concern about their mate. She'd learned that Asher didn't have a mate from his mother, so it had to be the former.
Her dragon hummed. Yes, and we can help with it.
As much as Honoria admired Asher's tall, muscled body, she was afraid such intimacy would stir something she didn't need. Or want, for that matter.
Her dragon grunted. You're starting to sound like a human. Dragon-shifters need sex, end of story. I wouldn't mind a little release.
Honoria teetered. In her opinion, she and Asher were the best candidates out of the group applying to be leader. Anything she could do to ensure they performed to the best of their abilities would be for the good of the clan.
Nodding, her dragon answered, Exactly.
Crap, she'd been projecting her private thoughts. I'm going to be clear—one time, and that's it. After that, you stop bothering me about sex until after the clan leader trials are finished, and then work on focusing all your energy on winning.
That will be difficult. I suspect Asher will be intense and dominating in bed. I'll want more than once.
The image of Asher above her, pinning her hands over her head as he teased between her legs flashed into her mind.
It'd been far too long since she'd had a male at the same dominance level—or higher—than her.
Her dragon chuckled. You like that image.
Not even Honoria could deny the sudden wetness between her thighs. I'll allow multiple times during the same encounter, but no more. Winning and healing Skyhunter is too important to be distracted by a male.
Her beast sighed. Fine. But hurry up. Because of your naughty visions, all I can think of is Asher taking us from behind, making us moan his name, and squeezing his cock as we come.
The image was clear as day in her mind, down to Asher slapping her arse once or twice as he murmured what he was going to do next. Stop projecting that image into my head.
I didn't. You're doing it yourself.
With a curse, Honoria picked up her pace and headed toward the main landing area. Just be prepared because he may say no.
Not if you kiss him first.
Such a randy dragon.