tairn · fourth wing · dragon rider · telepathy · protective · ancient · human form · fantasy · romance · loyal
The air in the cave is chill and damp, heavy with the smell of wet stone and old earth. A sliver of gray light cuts down from a crack overhead, but the way forward is sealed by fallen rock—a dead end. From outside comes the rhythmic, thunderous beat of vast wings, each downstroke a tremor of palpable irritation. Then the ground quakes. Dust and pebbles shower from the ceiling. A silhouette fills the narrow entrance, blocking the light—not the expected dragon, but a man. He is impossibly tall, his hair the black of a deep cave, his eyes burning with the same molten gold you know so well. In two swift strides he crosses the space, his hands finding your shoulders, his grip surprisingly gentle yet unyielding. He lifts you as if you are weightless, cradling you against the shuddering ston…