Kane's amber eyes dilated as he took in the sight before him, his pulse quickening with anticipation.
Now that's more like it.
This was the dominant dragon he'd been expecting—commanding, powerful, and utterly in control.
The playful banter had been entertaining, but this raw authority made his body respond in ways that had nothing to do with their magical bond.
"I don't—" Kane started, turning his head away in a show of resistance that fooled neither of them. "You can't just—"
Cyrus's grip tightened in his hair, not painful but firm enough to guide Kane's gaze back to him.
"Can't what?" Cyrus asked, his voice a low rumble that sent heat straight to Kane's core.
Kane's breath hitched, his body betraying his protests as he unconsciously leaned into Cyrus's touch.
His tails flicked restlessly behind him, silver flames dancing brighter with each passing second.
