been battling his mating impulse like a dying man battling a disease for months. His only medication was avoiding her. Never thinking of her. She was a universe away, and he had never smelled her scent, but knowing that she existed set off a chain reaction in his body and soul that could not be reversed.
As much as he wanted to spend every waking minute studying the features of her face and the roundness of her curves, he couldn't even think about her. The mere memory of her name was like a drop of poison that would unleash the torrent of need and eventually destroy him.
Since he had spoken to her on the day of the birth of their son, his mating impulse had increased exponentially. The battle he had fought and won today felt as if it might be his last.
For a split-second before he slid his laser sword into his enemy’s gut, he’d doubted. Salvatt Door, Fire Prince of the south could not have that. He would not doubt his own strength.
He looked up into the sky, seeing Celeste’s shuttle break through the atmosphere. It sliced across the sulfur yellow clouds from the volcano and jetted into the bright blue sky over the tropical forest.
As it grew closer, Salvatt’s heart pounded in his chest. After all this time, he could finally claim her. He could finally speak her name.
The shuttle settled down on the landing pad below his tower. He strode through his chambers and down toward the landing pad to meet her.
“Sir, you have blood on your face,” one of his chamberlains told him, trying to wipe it away with a silken cloth as he strode through the front hall of his fortress.
He wiped his face and threw the silk on the ground, marching down the hallway to the landing pad. Admiral Ikoro met him at the grand entrance to the fortress and nodded. Salvatt nodded back as he walked out onto the landing pad.
The crew and medic had already exited the shuttle and stood beside the exit ramp. Salvatt stopped in his tracks when he saw her emerge from the shuttle. She wore a formal Draconian gown in flowing purple silk. She held Shiloh in a luminous blanket that flowed down over her own flowing skirts. Her auburn hair sparkled like flames in the light of the southern sun.
She smiled at him, hesitantly. Salvatt remembered himself and strode forward, his dragon roaring and thrashing its mighty tail inside him.
Salvatt stopped at the bottom of the ramp with Celeste still above him.
She was so small, so delicate. Everything in him called out to touch her. But he waited.
“Greetings, Celeste Dawes, of Earth. My beloved mate and the mother of my heir. Welcome to Galaton. Welcome home to the Obsidian Fortress.”
“Thank you, Prince Salvatt,” she said, nodding her head like a supplicant.
The sight of it made his dragon breathe fire. He needed to touch her, but the formalities lay like a gulf between them.
“Come with me, lady,” he said showing her the way. “I will take you to some refreshment.”
“Thank you,” Celeste said, carrying the baby down the ramp.
The nanny came to take the baby from her arms, and put him into a hover carriage. All his specially chosen nannies had been extensively trained in the art of caring for Draconian young over the last year.
“Allow the nanny to take the child,” Salvatt said to Celeste who hesitated before handing him over.
As they continued across the landing pad, Salvatt saw movement out of the corner of his eye.
“Behind you, Prince,” Admiral Ikoro shouted from across the landing pad.
All of Salvatt’s instincts came to the forefront, and he pulled his laser sword from its hilt, bringing the blade up before him. A red dragon came plummeting through the air towards them, breathing fire.
Salvatt ran toward the dragon and leapt into the air, using all his Draconian strength to propel himself above the platform. He sliced through the air as the dragon approached, cutting the traitor’s head right off his body. The head fell to the ground and rolled towards Celeste's