She could see her skin glowing brightly, and she shivered. “They said that your parents had your woman.”
He winced. “A woman. Not mine. You are mine. You are coming home with me.”
She felt the white-hot rage subside, but something else was taking its place. “I don’t know what is going on.”
He nodded. “I know. Let me carry you. We need to get out of here.”
She nodded and held out her arms like a child. He grabbed her, swung her into his arms, and he sprouted wings that scooped the air and propelled them through the station. He pulled her to the emergency airlock and stepped into the space between the chambers.
“Do you trust me, Styra?” He looked at her earnestly.
“I do. I am getting hotter.”
He nodded. “I know. Just remember that the stars are where you get what you need. Turn toward them and take it in.”
She didn’t know what he meant, but he hit the outer door lock, and it slowly cycled open. The heat in her body ratcheted up a notch, and she saw her skin blurring.
When the door opened, they were sucked out, and he shifted into the drake that she knew from the scenario. Space should have begun killing her. She should have frozen or boiled, or whatever space farers whispered about late at night. Instead, she was caught in a claw and flown away from the station.
She relaxed and watched ships and chunks of rock go past as Yr-el took her toward the nearest star. The heat in her body increased, and he threw her away from him. She saw him as she tumbled away, but then, her body was busy becoming a drake.
She curled up in a ball, and then, she extended outward, flexing her wings and flicking her tail. She was still tumbling. A tail wrapped around hers, controlling her spiral. She locked claws with him, and her wings began to help her control the radiation that she was putting out.
Once her rotation was under control, she looked to Yr-el, and she pushed off, flapping her wings and flying through the depths of space.
* * * *
Yr-el watched the bright burn of power that she exuded in a heavy blast at the moment of transformation. The blast of radiation would have killed any humans or similar species nearby. He had gotten her as far away from the station as he could before she began to burn his claw.
He was stunned when she transformed. She was graceful and elegant, moonlight come alive. He moved to stop her rotation by grabbing her tail and following it up with his rear claws. He was so very careful until she shoved him away, and then, the chase was on.
Her drake moved easily for a new transformation, and she caught on to charging herself with the light of the nearest star. The wide panels of her wings were nearly translucent, but power coursed below the skin. She was fantastic—light, power, and grace with glowing blue eyes.
He watched her play and then was amused when she began a game of tag with him. She nudged him and flew away, looking over her shoulder at him. She was flirting.
His dragon rose to the occasion and chased his mate. They flew around the safe zone where she had shifted, but gradually, she began to slow. It was time for her to return to the station, but he wasn’t sure how to get her there.
She suddenly looked at him and then turned herself toward Blue Station. She got a good bit of speed under her wings, and then, she glided back toward the shuttle dock. He knew where she was aiming but wasn’t sure as to her ability to shift on command.
He kept at her side, protecting her from incoming aircraft. The exterior door opened, and the magnetic door was all that was left between them and their landing. Unfortunately, neither of them would fit.
* * * *
She was giggling as she sped up and powered toward the shuttle bay. Styra focused on the shape she wanted and when she wanted to change, and as she hit the magnetic shield, she changed into her human shape again and slid to a skidding stop on the floor of the hangar.
Yr-el landed behind her, fully dressed and with his wings. She flipped to her side with her knee drawn up. He was panting and glaring down at her.
She looked up at him and asked calmly, “So, no fiancé?”
He growled and picked her up, tossing her naked butt skyward and over his shoulder as he walked out of the shuttle bay and through the station. She was too tired to put up much of a fight... for now.
Chapter Eight
Styra blinked as she was flipped from his shoulder and onto the bed in his hotel room. The entire station between the shuttle bay and the hotel had been treated to the view of her backside.
He pinned her between his hands and loomed over her.
She looked him up and down. “Why do you get to shift with clothing, and mine exploded?”
He paused and sighed, shuddering, and his clothing simply vanished. “Practice.”
He kissed her, and she pressed her hands to his shoulders; he pinned her arms above her head and began to work his way down her body with lips and tongue.
She was shocked for a few seconds, and then, she held her breath as she anticipated where he would touch next. She jumped when he parted her thighs and lifted his head. His left hand was holding her wrists together, and his right hand worked between her thighs.
When he slid his fingers into her, he shuddered. He withdrew his hand and released her wrists, kneeling on the bed and pulling her hips up along his thighs. He fitted his cock to her and pulled her hips against him with a hard pull.
She gasped and hissed at the sudden burn of him inside her. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t comfortable.
He slid a hand under her back and pulled her into his lap, still embedded inside her. She shuddered and held onto him as his cock started moving inside her. She slid her hands around his neck and pulled his head to hers, kissing him as he began the first of several couplings that took them hours to complete.
Styra faded in and out after the fourth or fifth round, and she had lost count of how many times her body had shaken and clutched at him. She was lying face down with him still inside her, covered in sweat and shivering as her body randomly twitched.
He was pressed against her back, still inside her, his arm next to hers.
She tried to focus and asked him blearily, “Did you just lick me pretty much everywhere?”
He chuckled. “It is a drake grooming behaviour.”
She grumbled. “I am pretty sure that the drakes don’t pin their partner's arms behind their back to complete the grooming.”
“I improvised.” He pressed a kiss to one of half a dozen marks he had left on her shoulders.
“So. I have another form.”
“That is the conclusion that has been drawn. You are beautiful, by the way. Living moonlight.”
“Um, thank you. You are rather striking in that form yourself.” She sighed, “What happens next?”
“I head back to my family’s domain. You come with me. We settle into the new normal from there. Mbrak has already given his full authorization for you to leave the station.”
“Of course, he did. I am sure that he lured you here the moment he thought something was going on with me.”