But apparently, the first order of business was maddening restraint.
One that started because, instead of being able to reciprocate as fast as his instincts were screaming for him to do, the dragon lord couldn't help but notice Riley's odd behavior.
His twig was staring at his neck for longer than usual. But it wasn't the kind of stare Kael usually got when Riley wanted to gut him for saying or doing something he didn't like. But this was the look of curiosity. Possession.
Heat.
"What?" the dragon lord asked, voice low, almost suspicious.
Riley didn't answer. He reached up instead, thumb brushing lightly over the faint mark that still stained Kael's skin. The contact was brief. Almost reverent.
"You actually allowed me," Riley murmured.
Kael blinked, unmoved. "You realize you asked for permission…"
