happening to you? What are you doing?” Yong gripped her arm, and then bellowed in pain.
Barely able to hear or see him, consuming red overtook her vision, and sound faded away. All she could see were tantalizing lips, calling to her inner animal. She leaned down and delivered a soft kiss to her motionless dragon. Tenderness swept over her and the intensity of her yearning for him magnified.
“Tatsu, come back to me.” She lingered against his cooling mouth. Her head ached. Her stomach flared with stabbing pain, and then everything faded to black.
***
“Gwen?” The sound of his voice grew closer, as she tried to lift her pounding head. “Sweetie, wake up, please?”
She collected her senses and forced her heavy lids open.
“What happened, Yong?” She searched her memory. “Oh my God, Tatsu?”
“I’m right here.”
She focused and saw her double dragon.
“It worked?” She sat up in bed, wrinkling her nose at the scent of the charred bedding underneath her.
“Yes, it did. It was you all along.” Tatsu caressed her face with his palm.
“What do you mean?” She was still naked, but for the comforting warmth of Yong’s bomber jacket draped over her.
“Don’t you remember what you did?” Yong took her hand.
“What happened to you, Yong?” She inspected the wrapped gauze.
“A minor casualty, in the midst of everything.” He gave a wink. “You don’t remember?”
“No.”
“Tatsu almost died. You saved his life.”
“How?” She looked at their jade green eyes with relief.
“You breathed fire into me.” Tatsu said. “You gave me your energy.”
“I did?”
“According to Grandfather, that’s a dragon’s bond—the mating bond.”
“Your grandfather?”
“We called him; we weren’t sure what to do.”
“How long have I been out?”
“A few hours; your temperature is back to normal, now.”
“It wasn’t before?”
“No, you were running a bit of a fever.” Yong chuckled.
“How high?”
“We—couldn’t figure that out.”
“Oh?”
“Yong went to the hotel and grabbed some first aid stuff and a thermometer.” Tatsu smoothed his hand over her bandaged hips.
“Oh, yeah, and…?”
“Before we could get a reading, you melted the thermometer.” They smiled at her. “Our dragoness.” Yong gave her a sexy grin.
“What about you?” She reached for Tatsu, turning him to the side, examining his bare back.
She observed bandages, but nothing unusual.
“You’re normal now?”
“Well, almost.” Yong kissed her hand and got up.
“You’re still the same?” She looked back and forth.
“We’re better than that. We’re both safe now. Thanks to you, it’s over.”
“I can’t believe it worked.” She threw her arms around Tatsu and squeezed him tight.
“There’s only one problem now.”
“What’s that, Yong?”
“We’re kinda hooked on you; do you think you could handle two dragons around for a little while?”
Watching them both, she eased back into the pillow.
“What?” Tatsu’s brows furrowed.
“I get two of you to myself?”
“We can see how it plays out, if you like.”
“That all depends.”
“On what?”
“How’s my hair? Did you singe it?”
They burst out into laughter.
“Oh, one more thing.” Tatsu patted her hand.
“Yes?”
He nodded at the bar behind him.
“Got it.” Yong got up, walked over to the bar, and grabbed something from the counter. He backed toward her, hiding it in front of him.
“What’s going on?”
“It’s after twelve.”
“Okay, so?”
“Happy birthday,” they recited. Yong turned around with an elegant, white-iced cake.
“How did you know?”
“Madame Eve arranged to have the cake left in the bar fridge, with a note, we were to say happy birthday after midnight.”
“That’s so sweet,” she gushed, reaching for it.
“Oh, hold on, we’re missing something.”
“Right here.” Yong held up two candles, and stood beside Tatsu, handing him one. They blew