“Humans are very different. They do not see things like we do. A dragon shifter female would understand. I fear that the human will not.” He paused. “Candy.” He let her name roll off of his tongue. “It is a strange name. I have never heard one like it. I wonder about the significance.” Dragon shifters had names that meant something. Names that had been passed down from mothers to daughters, grandmothers to granddaughters and uncles to nephews. Their names were just as much a reflection of their tribe, as the colorings of their markings.

Candy, a sweet confection. A treat.

If her scent was anything to go by, the female was sweet indeed. Maybe he should obtain some of these confectionaries to plump her up. He shook his head. It didn’t matter. Torrent had been with many human females, granted all of them had been more substantial than her, but he had yet to break one of them. Harm them in any way. She would do.

“I will go to her today,” he announced.

“I look forward to your mating ceremony.” Sky smiled.

“Any sign of your heat?” He refrained from sniffing her.

Sky’s face fell and he felt like a prick for a brief second. Tough luck. He was the king. They needed royal births. The more the better. A sense of urgency suddenly struck him. He needed to get the human with child as soon as possible.

His sister by mating shook her head. “I fear that I am months from my next heat.” She shrugged. “Although you never know. These things are erratic.”

Torrent felt himself frown. “Let me know if anything changes. It is one of those things that is out of our control.”

Sky smiled. “Yeah, if only we were like humans. One or two heats a year is nowhere near enough. Is it true that they come into heat every month?” She raised her brows.

“Yes.” His balls ached.

Sky’s eye widened and she averted her gaze. “Go and visit your female, my lord… I mean… if it pleases you, my lord.”

“It does.” His voice had turned husky with longing. Torrent turned and strode from the room.

His need increased all the more. All this talk of a female in heat. It made him think of losing his seed into the female. Of making her writhe with pleasure. Of filling her belly with his young. Even if she wasn’t entirely to his liking, just thinking of getting her with child was aphrodisiac enough.

He paused midstride. The human was timid. She had no understanding of their ways. None whatsoever. She had initially thought that he had planned to force her. That if he rutted her, she would be ripped apart and unable to take his size.

Bullshit!