"Right," she said slowly. "Then I'll, uh, see you later?"
The parting seemed so bland and uneventful when compared to the discussion they'd had less than ten minutes ago.
Gently tilting her head, he murmured, "This kiss will help you remember my taste."
He pressed his lips to hers. The instant she opened, he pressed his tongue into her mouth and took his time teasing, licking, and treasuring her.
While he'd said it was for her to remember him, in reality, it was to help keep Alistair going until he could do it again. Even though his dragon was silent, he wanted to claim his human.
However, kissing would have to be enough for the moment. And so he put everything into that kiss, letting Kiyana know how much he'd miss her for the day.
Chapter Seven
Kiyana somehow managed to go through the motions until three o'clock arrived. Well, actually ten to, but it was close enough.
The receptionist of the school had directed her to Alistair's office. Apparently, each teacher had a small office inside the school since sometimes the classrooms were shared.
She didn't nose around for about twenty seconds, and then she scanned the room. There weren't any photos, just a massive corkboard with all sorts of things pinned to it. The words were written in some sort of code, though, and didn't make sense. She wondered if it had to do with Alistair's research in the archives.
Kiyana had just noticed a misshapen dragon sculpture on his desk when the door opened.
Alistair's eyes instantly found hers, and she couldn't resist a shiver. Even without his dragon, his mismatched eyes were a tad bit predatory. Not in a bad way, but more in a I'll-devour-you-and-you'll-never-get-enough sort of way.
He entered silently, closed the door, and reached out a hand. As he gently traced her forehead, his skin against hers made it harder to breathe.
Damn, the dragonman had too much power over her, and he wasn't even trying. Maybe it had something to do with being his fated mate. And as was her way, she blurted, "You mentioned how your semen would make me orgasm. Does your touch do something strange, too, to your destined mate?"
The corner of his mouth ticked up, making his handsome face that much sexier. "I don't have some sort of pheromone or oil I secrete to drive you wild. Although I rather like that I can do that to you."
"Who are you and what have you done with the serious, hermit-like Alistair Boyd?"
"Oh, he's right here. But for the first time in a long time, I have something to look forward to that doesn't involve me, an old book, and dim lighting."
"Well, I imagine dim lighting will play a part eventually with me, too."
He leaned closer. "In the archives, you mean?"
"Maybe. Although I'm talking about research. What are you talking about?"
Alistair chuckled, the warm sound making her insides flip. "I'll keep it a surprise for now, aye?"
She smiled. "Can I ask you something else?"
"Anything."
The way he didn't hesitate reassured her that there would be a future for them.
She asked, "You don't sound overly Scottish, compared to some of the others. Is there a reason for that?"
He raised an eyebrow, although clearly it wasn't in offense since humor danced in his eyes. "Aye, there's a reason. I spent my university days in America."
"America?"
He nodded. "I attended MIT in Massachusetts. Not just because it's a good university, but also because I wanted to learn more from the American approach to learning. I studied electrical engineering and computer science, for both my undergrad and graduate studies."
She frowned. Kiyana hadn't heard of a dragon-shifter in the UK going outside of Europe to study before. "How was that even possible? I didn't think dragon-shifters could attend university in North America."
"Oh, aye, it's difficult. But in case you haven't noticed, my mother can be rather determined. For once, her brash ways helped me to follow one of my dreams."