Isaac's eyes fluttered open.
He sat on the bed and clenched his fist, feeling the strange sensation.
"So this is a dream," he muttered, unclenching his hand.
The scent hit him then, thick and intoxicating, like honey laced with fire.
It was Catherine's doing, her aphrodisiac ability weaving through the room, stirring every nerve in his body.
His dragon bloodline roared in response, heat pooling low in his gut, urging him to claim, to dominate.
The door creaked open.
Catherine stepped in, and Isaac's breath caught.
She wore black lace lingerie that hugged her curves without mercy.
The thin straps barely containing her full breasts, the fabric dipping low to reveal the swell of her cleavage.
Her waist tapered to hips that swayed with deliberate grace, her long dark hair cascading down her back like spilled ink.
He swallowed hard, his cock twitching against his pants.
Catherine's lips curved into a playful smile as she caught his stare.
"Isaac~ why do you look so nervous~?"
