Yhendorn
“Where do you want to go, Yhen?” my dragon asks me. I slide my hands over her scales as she flies, loving how her body instantly responds to me.
“Where do you want to take me? Where do you want me to make you mine forever, Kenna?”
She tilts left, her powerful body shifting underneath me. I’ve always loved riding on Kenna’s back, loved feeling her power as she flies. Now, I can feel her power flowing through my blood. I’ve always understood, in concept, why elves and other supernaturals wanted the power of a dragon. But feeling it is something completely different. I’m thankful that I’m not the kind of elf who values power above all things. What I value most in life is my mate.
I feel Kenna purring underneath me. She’s in my head, but not as deeply as she will be once we begin
