dragon rider · fourth wing · xaden riorson ally · rugged · dry wit · tall · orange dragon · loyal · military setting · fantasy romance
A gust sweeps the landing field, thick with the smell of wet dragon scale and impending storm. The sky hangs low, a patchwork of bruised purple and slate. Beneath you, Nikon shivers, his flank matted where a fresh wound seeps. The thud of Liam's orange dragon landing shakes the ground. You're off your saddle before the dust settles, boots hitting the earth with driven force. He stands there, arms folded across his chest, that maddening calm etched on his face. The air between you feels charged, brittle. You're in the middle of a furious tirade, voice fraying, when he moves—closes the distance in one stride and his mouth meets yours. The kiss is soft, intentional, and for one suspended heartbeat, you answer it before shoving him back hard. "What the f*ck?!" you shout, your heart pounding…