Monsters Under Mistletoe

5. Where’s My Kiss

Chapter 5

Where’s My Kiss

B oth wings fluttering and primary tail curling in excitement, Dillian studied Cait to determine what she thought of his little surprise. From her wide eyes roving over the naked expanse of his chest and abs, through her tongue darting out to wet her lips, to her hand resting over her heart, his precious female clearly liked what she saw. Very much.

Did she realize it now? That this was not only a treasure hunt for him but also a seduction? The circumstances weren’t as ideal as he had imagined, but the place brimming with ancient artifacts had to look romantic to an archaeologist.

“Festive underwear. Ridiculous,” Cait mumbled, shaking her head. Yet, she kept her eyes glued to his form-fitting briefs. They were the right size, but Dillian felt the fabric straining under her appreciative gaze.

“Ridiculous? Nah.” He rested his fisted hands on his waist and puffed his broad chest up. “They’re sexy, and you know it.”

Dillian would have preferred to be wearing one of the pairs he had prepared for the next nights of hunting, since a mistletoe was already available in the chamber. However, he hadn’t known the riches in this tomb included the healing plant.

Never mind. He could use the briefs with baby dragons in Santa hats tomorrow night–

“Dillian.”

“Yes, mon trésor ?”

Her gaze snapped up to meet his heated one. “What the hell is the meaning of this?”

“You can’t read the letters?” Must be the poor lighting in the chamber; he kept forgetting her eyesight was not as sharp as his. He unsheathed a claw and pointed at the fine print to the right of his rapidly-growing bulge. “It reads, ‘Kiss under the mistletoe.’ So…” He gave Cait one of his panties-melting smiles.

“Unbelievable!”

“Ouch.” Dillian rubbed the spot on his abs where she had just poked him with a finger. It hadn’t hurt, not physically that was. “Where’s my kiss?” he pouted.

“You’re not getting any!” Cait poked him again but with less vigor. “I slept with you once, and now what? You think you can stalk me and demand more of me through sexy underwear?”

“Ah, so you admit my briefs are sexy.”

“That’s not the point!” She made an expression a dragon would right before breathing fire. Adorable. “You’re either obsessive, or you plan on making me KISKIS.”

“Yes.”

“Yes? To what?”

“Yes, I am obsessed with you. Yes, I do plan on making you kiss and kiss and kiss me, until you admit you feel the same way I do.”

Cait dug her fingers in her hair. More curls escaped her hair tie as she did. Now she was even more cutely disheveled.

Dillian might have overdone it with the teasing again. He sighed and spread his wings wide: the most vulnerable position for a dragon. That made her meet his eyes once more and listen.

“Cait.” His tails were swishing wildly behind him, his more carefree secondary tail included, but he would not use glamour to cover up his anxiousness now. No more hiding behind jokes either. “I am not here only because I want to rip your panties off again. And whether you join KISKIS or not is up to you.” He took a deep breath. “I’m here because you’re… Cait, you’re my forever mate.”