Mated to Dragons novel

---- 33. ANGEL I was itching to go to the library. There had to be books about mates. Nate wasn't really giving me much information about mates. Every time Iasked him about it, he kissed me and succeeded in making me forget what I had asked him about. A sigh fell from my lips. Nate was fast asleep in bed. My eyes darted over him, taking in his naked muscled frame. I licked my lips, remembering his taste. Leaning forward , I studied the tattoo on his chest a little closer.

Of course, I had seen it numerous times, but I never got the opportunity to get a better look at it. For a second my eyes darted up to his face to make sure that he was still asleep. The symbol looked familiar. I held up my wrist, eyes darting between the brand on my skin and the tattoo on his. It looked exactly the same, only his was done in color. Gold, blue, and forest green. I raised a hand to my chest and pressed my fingertips to the pendant of the necklace . It looked exactly the same.

---- "Don't take it off." I jumped, wide eyes snapping up to his face. "I thought you were sleeping!" I exclaimed. Nate's lips twitched. "Why?" I questioned him when he said nothing more. "Why shouldn't I take it off?" "Because..." He trailed off, hesitating. "It's to protect you." held up my wrist. "I already have protection. Lucas said that he had to do this.

He said it will protect us whenever we go to town." "The necklace...it shows everybody that you belong to the three of us and not just to the king." His phone started ringing, preventing me from asking any more questions. Sitting up, he reached for the and pressed it to his ear. "How's it going?" he answered. "No, she's fine." His eyes locked with mine as he fell silent again. Biting my lip, I reached out to touch his tattoo.

Nate didn't stop me, but I could feel his eyes burning into my skin as I traced the outline of the emblem. "He didn't go in there, did he?" ---- The worry in his tone made my eyes snap up to his. Nate suddenly got up and walked over to the window. Pushing the curtain aside, he glanced outside. "T'll start on the arrangements," Nate said as he turned away from the window. "Don't worry about it. Are you staying over in town?" It had to be bad news.

Scooting over to the edge of the bed, I bent to pick up his discarded shirt and pulled it on as he finished his phone call. "Did they manage to rescue whoever went into the portal?" Nate hesitated . "A boy," he said softly. "His father went in after him and two of our guards. Mason suggested we tie ropes around their waist so they would be able to find their way back." "They didn't?" I questioned. He shook his head.

"Unfortunately, not." "Pm sorry." Walking over to me, he pulled me in for a hug. Nate lowered his head to my neck and sucked in a few deep breaths. "T need to go," he said softly. "I need to start making the arrangements for their funerals." "You're going to pay for it?" I questioned surprised .