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How Not To Fall For A Dragon
Chapter 81 81- Never Go Flying at Sunset In Case It Ruins All Other Dates Forever
LEXI
“Okay, so how is this supposed to work exactly?” I question. Blake looks contemplative. Or at least I THINK he does. It’s sort of hard to read his expressions when he is a giant fire–breathing lizard. Not because he isn’t expressive, he absolutely is, but because I don’t exactly have a lifetime of experience interpreting subtle mood shifts in something with curved horns, molten gold eyes and nostrils that occasionally emit smoke when he breathes too hard. He studies me for another second, then lowers himself to the ground in one smooth, controlled motion. Even kneeling, he’s enormous. The movement moves the air around him. Dust shifts across the stone. Then he stretches one wing outward and downward toward me. Like a ramp. Up close, the wing is even bigger than it looked from a distance. The bones form a long, angled structure and the dark membrane stretches between them, faintly veined and slightly
translucent in the sunlight. It doesn’t look fragile exactly… But it definitely doesn’t look like a staircase either.
“You want me to climb up?” I confirm. He dips his massive head in a short nod. Right. Okay. I can do this. Probably… I step closer and reach out, pressing
my hand against the membrane first. It’s warm. Not soft, but not rigid either. There’s a strange firmness to it, like tightly stretched leather over something
solid. I lift one foot and place it cautiously on the wing. It dips a fraction. It’s a little frightening. It’s not enough to actually destabilise me, just enough to
remind me that this is not, in fact, stone flooring.
“Alright. Commit.” I mutter. I take another step up and immediately realise this is going to be less graceful than I imagined. The wing curves upward toward his back, so I’m essentially climbing a gently sloped, slightly flexible surface that does not have handrails. My second step wobbles. I grab at one of the thicker wing bones instinctively, fingers curling around it. It’s solid. Dense. Reassuringly sturdy. I really hope this isn’t hurting him. Blake doesn’t SEEM
bothered at all.
“Okay. Not embarrassing. Totally dignified.” I breathe, even as my foot slips half an inch and my stomach flips. I scramble the last bit, using both hands now, hauling myself up more like I’m climbing a rock face than elegantly mounting a dragon. By the time I reach the base of his neck, I’m very aware that several people are watching. Whatever. If they want to critique my dragon boarding technique, they can try it themselves. As if they would even dare. Then again, I doubt that Blake would allow it anyway. I swing my leg over and settle into place where his neck meets his back. The scales beneath me are smooth but not slippery. They’re layered, overlapping slightly, and surprisingly comfortable once I adjust my weight. The next thing I notice is that Blake is VERY warm. Not just pleasantly warm. Properly radiating heat. It seeps through my clothes almost instantly, like I’ve just sat on a living, breathing hot water bottle. It would be AMAZING in winter. Today? I am absolutely going to overheat. I can already feel the warmth creeping up my spine and into my face. If we stay like this for long, I’m going to be sweaty and gross and sitting on top of a dragon furnace in the middle of the courtyard. Oh well. Once I’m seated, he retracts his wing and slowly straightens to sit up a bit more. The ground drops. I suck in a breath. It is so much higher than it felt when he was kneeling. It feels like sitting on a very, very tall horse. Except this horse could burn down a city and is covered in scales. I glance around. No one else has shifted. They’re all staring. Right. Of course they are. I’m sitting on a dragon. Not standing next to one. Not talking to one. Sitting. On. One. And not just any dragon, Blake. The dragon everyone is wary of. The dragon who just turned into an explosion of fire in the middle of class. And he lowered himself so I could climb up. A grin spreads across my face before I can stop it. I feel… Epic. Ridiculously cool. Like I’ve unlocked some kind of legendary achievement. Like this is the kind of moment people talk about later in hushed voices. Yeah. I could get used to this. Blake glances back over his shoulder to check on me.
His horns catch the sunlight, the gold–tipped edges gleaming. His eyes search my face. Waiting. I grin at him.
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“See? I’m fine.” I tell him. He rises to his feet. The motion makes my stomach lurch violently and I suddenly feel very unstable and flail for a second. Would it be rude if I told Blake he needs a saddle or something? I search for something to hold on to. before spotting the thick spikes at the base of his shoulders. They’re solid, about the width of a broom handle, strong and unmoving. Perfect. I grab them tightly, wrapping my fingers around them and leaning forward slightly. Blake takes a few careful steps forward. Each one rolls through his body with contained power. He glances back again, checking. I tighten my grip
and smile.
“I’m good.” I promise. Satisfied, he lowers his body slightly, spreads his massive wings, And launches us into the air.
For a second I’m terrified. The moment he launches, my stomach drops like I’ve just missed a step on a staircase that isn’t there. Gravity yanks at me while Blake surges upward, and for half a heartbeat I’m absolutely convinced I am about to slide straight off the back of a dragon and plummet to my dramatic death in front of the entire class. I clamp down on the shoulder spikes so hard my knuckles ache. Then… He levels out. The sharp pull in my stomach smooths into something steady. Controlled. Intentional. Blake glides lazily across the courtyard, wings stretching wide and powerful on either side of us. The air rushes past my face, cool and fresh and wonderful compared to the constant furnace heat radiating up from his scales. It balances him out perfectly, hot beneath me, wind in front of me. We’re high. Not ridiculously high. Not clouds and death high. But high enough that the tallest Academy building is roughly eye level. My heart is still racing, but now it’s from excitement instead of fear. Blake glances back at me. Not once but repeatedly. Sneaky little checks.
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Chapter 81 81- Never Go Flying at Sunset In Case It Ruins All Other Dates Forever
“I’m fine! This is fun!” I shout. The wind steals most of my words, tearing them apart and scattering them behind us, but Blake’s hearing is far better than
mine. His head tilts slightly in acknowledgement. He speeds up. Just a little. The ground begins to blur. He climbs higher too, not sharply, smoothly, confidently. Then he tilts sideways to turn. My stomach swoops again, but this time I lean with him instinctively instead of panicking. The world rotates
around us as he banks, and then he does a full turn, slow and controlled. It feels like being on a giant roundabout. A very fast, very airborne roundabout. I laugh. Not a polite laugh. A full, breathless, slightly hysterical thrill–laugh that gets ripped away by the wind. The fear is gone now. Replaced by exhilaration. After a while, I loosen my grip on the spikes. I don’t let go completely, I’m not insane, but I test it. I let one hand hover. Then the other. Only grabbing
tightly again when he dives or turns sharply. For the next hour, Blake flies me around the courtyard. Sometimes fast and high, where the air grows colder and thinner and I press myself tight against his neck to reduce the drag and avoid getting peeled off by sheer speed. Sometimes low, swooping close to the
ground where I can see individual faces, grass blades bending beneath the rush of air from his wings. In those moments, I sit upright and let my hands rest
loosely, trusting him entirely. He never once stumbles. Never once jerks unexpectedly. Toward the end of class, he dips one final time toward the courtyard floor. The descent is controlled, the ground rising to meet us instead of us crashing toward it. He lands on his feet and takes a couple of running steps
forward to absorb the momentum, wings flaring slightly to stabilise us. He lowers himself carefully. He waits until he’s certain I’m steady. Then he stretches
his wing down again for me. I pat the back of his neck gently before beginning the climb down. The wing is easier this time, though my legs feel strangely
shaky. Once my feet hit the ground… Oh. That’s unpleasant. My legs feel like jelly. I must have been gripping with muscles I didn’t even know I had for the
last hour. My thighs burn faintly. My calves wobble. My balance feels off, like the ground is still subtly moving beneath me. I take two steps. Then stumble.
Blake’s massive head darts forward instantly, quicker than I can process. I end up leaning against his nose for support, one hand splayed against warm
scales. I sit down on the ground before gravity can embarrass me further. He nudges me gently. A soft, careful nuzzle that absolutely does not match the
terrifying dragon aesthetic. I giggle. Then he backs away and is engulfed in another burst of fire. It’s less shocking this time. I’m expecting it. The flames
collapse inward instead of exploding outward, and a second later Blake stands there in human form. He walks over and drops down beside me. He looks
elated. A little flushed. A little tired, which makes sense after flying around and carrying me for an hour straight. But undeniably pleased. And if I didn’t
know better, I’d say he looks almost smug.
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Of course he’s smug! He just took his precious girl for an incredible experience!❤
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
