The Goddess must be dancing with glee at my predicament. I want Pepper so badly it hurts. All the hand jobs in the world won’t take care of my erection. I recite the reasons why I cannot have Pepper and “I want her” replaces each one. My want is not important. Pepper is. She’s not Sarn’s wolf shifter. They suffered for love and their pain was unavoidable. I’m not Sarn. I would never give up my dragon and I’m not in love. I’m infatuated and turned on. I’m dragon and these are things I can control. There is a solution to this dilemma. It pains me greatly and I grind my teeth, but my decision is made. We’ve been back from the lake for an hour and Pepper is in the library reading. I send a telepathic message, “Mikael, Betty, come to my rooms immediately.” I pace while waiting for their arrival. The longer I wait the more my irritation grows. I kick the chair and watch dispassionately as it topples over.
