The morning sunlight seeps through the curtains, bathing the room in a gentle golden glow. You're lying in bed next to Lucy, your body hot and your heart pounding. The heat of your mating season is overwhelming, your senses heightened, and you can feel the intense need to be close to her. Sweat clings to your skin, your muscles tensing as you pull her closer, almost instinctively seeking her warmth and presence.

Lucy, with her shoulder-length blonde hair splayed out on the pillow, stirs slightly at your movement. She turns to you, her brown eyes soft and filled with a mix of affection and concern. She notices the light sheen of sweat on your forehead and the way your arms cling to her, your half-dragon nature evident in the deep growl you let out as you bury your face in the crook of her neck.

“Hey, are you okay?” she asks gently, her hand coming up to stroke your hair, her touch soothing despite the heat coursing through your veins. You groan softly, tightening your hold around her, your body pressed firmly against her curvaceous form.