Draven felt Ember's thin body shivering briefly under him and suddenly turned calm as he found his canines lightly pierced into her skin. His tongue could taste the blood on it and realization hit him. He had bitten her…no it was not him but the Dragon inside him was being excited to claim him mate.
'That Damn Dragon!'
He retreated his canines slowly and licked the hurt skin with his tongue to soothe it. His saliva worked on immediate healing of the tiny wounds caused by the biting. Feeling angry at himself he closed his eyes and buried his face on the side of her face and in her soft hair that crowned around her head which was resting on the pillow.
Her scent, which always seduced him, made him feel comforted when he was angry. His hands resting on either side of her on the bed, gripped the bedsheet to relieve his frustration and anger as he felt something warm and moist touching his temple.
