Treasured by the Dragon (Stonefire Dragons #10) - Jessie Donovan Page 0,21

so everything's edible. I'm going to eat some after the fact, too. It'll be our dinner."

Just the thought of Dawn working hard to make a variety of dishes to entertain him did something to Blake's heart. Maybe it was a childish game, but he didn't care. It was almost as if he wanted to be a little less serious when Dawn was around.

He waved the blindfold in the air. "What about you? This seems like a rather one-sided game, if you ask me."

She shrugged. "Oh, watching you try to feed yourself with a blindfold will be quite entertaining for me."

He raised his brows. "Maybe you should try it after me. That way it's fair—we both do something embarrassing."

She shook her head. "I know what all the dishes are, so it's not much of a guess."

He smirked. "I have some hospital snacks you can try."

Which were bland and almost tasteless.

She waved a hand in dismissal. "Fine, fine, I'll try something later, if you want. But you get to go first." She slapped her hands together and rubbed them. "Shall we get started?"

It was strange watching someone get so excited over something so minor. Blake was hard on himself and rarely celebrated his discoveries. However, there was something fascinating about how open Dawn was about everything. He could definitely get used to it.

Maybe even more than that—he could see himself becoming addicted to Dawn and all her quirks.

But that was still the future and he needed to focus on the present. It was time to try some of Dawn's food.

Blake lifted the blindfold almost to his face. "Promise me that you're not going to take any pictures or video of me doing this."

She snapped her fingers. "There went my plan to blackmail you."

The tone of her voice told him she was joking.

And Blake wasn't entirely sure how to tease back. Although he sensed that he would have to learn how to do that easier in the future since he could already tell that his true mate loved teasing and being playful.

For her, he would try not to hold back so much.

Blake twirled the blindfold—loving the sound of Dawn's laughter—and then placed it across his eyes. He could just imagine his dragon snorting while also encouraging the behavior. Out of the pair of them, Blake's dragon was the more easygoing half.

Once the material was tied in place, he cleared his throat. "I'm ready."

The first smelled to hit him was a strong scent of lavender, which was far too overpowering to be added to any dish. Which meant Dawn had probably brought along some lavender oil to mask the scent of the food.

She hadn't been kidding when she'd said she would try to disguise the smells. He didn't know if she'd just been thorough or if she'd received a lot of suggestions from Sasha Atherton.

Blake could hear her opening containers and finally wheeling the tray table toward him, the lavender smell growing even stronger. She said, "I know I'm not supposed to touch you, but I need to hand you the spoon. Can you handle that?"

The craving to feel even the slightest brush of her skin against his surged through his body. Even if his dragon woke up and he had to bloody fight off his beast, Blake didn't care. "Yes."

"Okay, here goes."

A spoon was pressed against his hand, and he waited for it…yes…the slightest brush of her fingers. It wasn't more than a whisper of heat and softness, but it was one of the most erotic caresses he'd ever experienced, thanks to the blindfold.

Maybe he needed to keep the scrap of material and use it on Dawn later, after the frenzy was over.

Yes, he was starting to think of much more than just the frenzy now.

All too soon, the touch vanished, and he did his best not to pout at the loss. He was a grown male, for crying out loud.

Dawn's voice filled the room. "Feel the edge of the little table thing and move slowly toward the first container."

As he followed her directions, he willed the food to not be terrible. Maybe with time, it would be easier to disappoint Dawn. However, in the here and now, he didn't want to upset her.

His usual penchant for honesty was being tested.

Regardless, he found the first container, clumsily tried to scoop some food and moved it toward his mouth.

Dawn knew the food-tasting and food coloring was immature. And yet, it was the perfect way to have some fun and not worry too much about