Alexa's Dragon (Dragon mates Book 1) by Serena Simpson Page A

shake. She knew she was right.
    Syn reached over and took her hand. His heart beat faster as the winds of change ruffled his hair. Alexa would be good for his land and his people.
    He started the car and drove further into the mountains. They stopped at the second one he came to.
    “This is my home.” He walked to her door opening it for her.
    She stood and craned her neck, looking up towards the cloud-laden sky.
    “Welcome home,” he whispered in her ear as his arms wrapped around her.

Chapter Eleven
     
     
    Home. She’d been looking for that place since she turned sixteen and suddenly felt like she didn’t belong anymore. It was hard not feeling at home in the place you were raised, but it was hell not feeling at home in your own skin.
    This place made her feel good. Syn took her hand and walked her through the huge double doors. Walking in, she craned her head to the ceiling; it was impressive, twenty feet high at least with a mural of dragons in flight, some of them gliding lazily while others spewed hot flames from between their teeth. Those teeth, even from where she stood, looked laser sharp. One chomp and whatever was in their mouths would be destroyed.
    “Alexa.” She jumped at the sound of Syn’s voice so close to her ear. “I want to show you to your room before I give you a tour of the house.”
    “My room? We won’t umm be staying together?” She stumbled on her words aware that she wasn’t sure what needed to be done when she got here. Would he force her? No, seemed he was giving her time. A smile slid into place, one she couldn’t get rid of even if she tried.
    “You’ll know where my room is located.” He gave her a smile that warmed his green eyes and made the blue in them pop.
    Her hand went up to cover her heart as it fluttered in her chest. The more she was around him, the more she wanted to taste him. And not just his lips, although his kisses were sweeter than candy and more addicting than the drug of your choice. No, she yearned to get her lips on other parts of his anatomy.
    She followed him to the corner of the large room. She wanted to go back and study the ceiling again, then get a good look at the living room. They reached an elevator with the doors wide open.
    “I have seven levels, two below this one and four above.”
    “Where do you sleep?” The inside of the elevator wasn’t very big. It could carry about four people comfortably, more if they pushed closer together. The walls were made of a slick white material with perfect veining.
    “Is this marble?”
    Nodding, he reached out to run his hands over the walls. His fingertips took the time to slowly run over the marble making her want to stand in front of it and receive his touch. She shook her head in confusion, she was jealous of a wall.
    “Supplies are abundant here. So we use what we want to build. Remember, I’m a dragon. I hoard. Whether it’s in my secret stash or in my elevator, it’s part of my hoard.”
    “Will I wake up one day and find myself locked away with your hoard?” She teased him giving him a flirty smile.
    “Never.”
    Her smile drooped for a minute. The desire to mean something to him sat like a rock in her chest.
    “My most precious things never end up in my hoard. I keep them close, so I can watch them.”
    “Close?” She stuttered as he pulled her into his arms.
    He leaned down and took her ear between his teeth and tugged on it before placing a small bite there. A low keening noise came from her as she felt the warmth between her legs. She shook wanting to get closer to him.
    He licked the shell of her ear and she clung to him. How could such simple little movements have her so off balance? Her mind clamored to keep it together while her body demanded she give in and let him satisfy her.
    “I keep my most precious treasures in my bedroom or next to me all day long and when the evening comes I tuck them in bed right along with me. Right where I imagine seeing you, Alexa, night after