Her lips twitched. "Believe me, you don't want to hear my pregnant dragon's thoughts."
Clearing his throat, he made a motion with his hands for her to continue. "So what is it you need?"
The amusement faded from her eyes. "Instead of lessons inside the classroom, Finn wants you to hold some outside with the children and teenage dragon-shifters. He thinks that maybe having the humans interact with younger dragons will make us less intimidating, and give them time to acclimate to flashing dragon eyes."
He nodded. "Aye, that could work. Although usually David teaches anything to do with inner dragons, shifting, or flying."
"And he'll keep doing it. However, there needs to be another teacher there explaining things to the humans. Since you're the cultural liaison, Finn wants you to do it."
At the mention of one of his many titles, he asked slowly, "So will their liaison be there, too?"
"Kiyana? Yes, of course. Why?"
"No reason," he bit out quickly. "I just like to be prepared and know how many will be there. That way I can make enough copies and handouts."
Faye snorted. "Ever the teacher, aren't you? Although I'm not sure those will work in the wind and rain outside at the moment." She grinned. "Finn thought it a good idea for the humans to experience a usual day in the Highlands, too. That way, they can't say he didn't give them all the information if they find mates and decide to stay."
He waved a hand in dismissal. Alistair could teach without handouts if need be. "Fine, fine. When and where do I need to go?"
"The training area, in an hour. I'll check in with you after."
Faye left before he could ask anything else, and Alistair sighed again. He hoped he didn't have to deal with the females when it came to complaints, fears, or the like.
His beast spoke up. Kiyana will do it.
The female from the night before, who hadn't even tried to hide her knowledge from him, flashed into his mind. Alistair thought she wouldn't be afraid of flashing dragon eyes, especially since she'd seemed so interested in his the night before.
His dragon spoke again. I say we should give her a private session, and I can make our pupils flash as much as she wants.
Not going to happen, dragon. Because you'd then suggest showing her what you could do, if you took control.
I think she's interested, but you won't even give her a chance.
No. Now, drop it.
His beast huffed. For now. But if she gives any sign of encouragement, I may have to take control or risk never having a female again.
Since ignoring his beast was the best way to shut him up, Alistair did exactly that.
He may have to talk with Kiyana, but he wasn't going to be as friendly or open as the night before. If his beast was right, Alistair wouldn't encourage her. He had more important things to do with his time, such as continue researching his secret project.
Just remembering his project strengthened his resolve. If he'd been able to solve the mystery a few years ago, he might've saved Rachel. Even though she was no longer with them, he would fight on in her memory. That was far more important than sating his dragon's lust with a bonnie female.
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Kiyana pulled the hood of her raincoat tighter around her face and tried not to let the drizzle ruin her day.
Not just because her hair went from curly to a frizzy poofball whenever it rained heavily, but more because she'd already failed one of the women in her group.
Maybe it was true Cheryl had wanted to merely hookup with a dragonman one time and leave. But from what little she could get out of the woman before she'd been escorted and driven off Lochguard's land, it had seemed, at least to her, that the woman's fleeing was a result of flashing dragon eyes and a growly change in voice more than anything else.
Since she'd had sex for a little while with a dragonman years ago, Kiyana had experienced the fascinating phenomenon once before. The man from her past had tried his best to hide his beast from her, no matter how much she encouraged him to let the dragon take control of his mind.
While part of her had been curious to learn more, part of her had wanted the growly beast to take control and give her the kind of sex she had only dreamed about in the past.
However, as she and the remaining women reached the area which was partially shielded from the wind by walls of rock, Kiyana put her sex memories to the side. Scanning the surroundings, she noticed a tall dragonman probably in his forties standing at the back, as well as five or six children trying their best not to look over their shoulders.