“I’d do anything for you, Baby. Anything to make you happy.” I smiled at him.
“This is weird, though.” He said before jumping out of his skin. Derek had come over to us and smacked his ass.
“I’m sure you’ll get used to it.” Derek winked, and he groaned. I started laughing. Derek wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. He nudged my neck with his nose, breathing in my scent.
“Whenever you’re ready, Babygirl,” he mumbled, and I nodded. I turned in his arms to face him.
“How do dragons identify their mates?”
“Smell and taste,” he shrugged.
“And how do I smell to you?” I asked, curious to see if I smelt the same to them both.
“A garden full of flowers after the rain,” he explained, and Mason gasped.
“That’s her scent to me.” And they were both confused.
“What does Mason smell li
