Page 62 of Rescued By The Dragon

When we got to the dress shop, the entire store went silent as we entered. “Hello, Dorran,” an older woman walked over, her arms outstretched in a welcoming gesture. “It’s so nice to see you. How can we help you today?”

“Hey Vivian,” Dorran said. “I’m looking for a dress for Amara here. We’re having dinner with my family, and she needs something new.”

Her eyes beamed with joy. “Absolutely. Come with me.”

Dorran walked over toward a sitting area surrounded by mirrors. “I like red,” he shouted our way.

Vivian chuckled. “Red it is.”

Vivian began plucking dresses off racks and slinging them over her shoulder. I watched in amazement. She wanted me to try all of those on. Dear God.

Vivian swiped back a piece of silver hair and smiled at me. “You’re just a Doll. I can’t wait to fix you up. Come on this way.”

Vivian shoved me into a dressing room and slung the dresses over the top. Tugging the first one down, my eyes widened at the price tag. Three hundred dollars for this?

Reluctantly, I took off my clothes and slipped into one. The neckline was low, showcasing the curve of my breasts, and the dip of my hips. I couldn’t go to the castle dressed like this.

I pulled down the next one, and it was shorter, showing too much leg. Someone knocked on the door before it opened from the outside. I yelped because the lock snapped.

Dorran stopped with the door halfway open. “Sorry, Vivian. I’ll pay for it.” Dorran stepped into the room with me, his body taking up most of the space, and his gaze dropped to my breasts.

His dragon flashed in his eyes, and he shut the door behind him. “Can I help you?” I asked, fingering the end of my dress.

Dorran bent down, picked me up by the back of my thighs, and held me against the wall. “I hope so,” he whispered in a gravelly voice. “I can’t let you wear that tonight, Baby. I won’t make it through dinner.”

“Thank God,” I mumbled. “I hate it. It’s too low. I need something with more fabric.”

“Vivian,” he said, keeping his gaze on mine. “Get us something that doesn’t show too much skin.”

"You got it! I’m gonna go look in the back. Be back in a few.”

Her heels clanked on the tile, and once she was far enough away, Dorran began to slide my panties to the side.

My eyes widened in a mixture of fear and shock. “Dorran, no—,”

He smiled wickedly and it brought back that pressure between my thighs. “You’re gonna deny your mate, Amara? My dragon is whining, and I need to make you cum.”

The dirty talk on his tongue slid over me like velvet. It made me warm and uncomfortable in the best way. “No—,”

“What was that?” he grinned. “Don’t stop?”

A chuckle broke from me, and I covered my mouth with my palm. “Dorran. We aren’t doing that in this dressing room.”

“No, we aren’t,” he said, sliding his fingers closer to my heat. “But, if you want it, I’ll give you something to tide you over until we’re back at the cabin.”

I began to shake my head when something strange came over me. Something bone-deep and chaotic. It was lust. A crazy desire that made me not care that Vivian would come back.

Dorran noticed the shift, and grinned, sliding his fingers into me, I closed my eyes and dug my fingertips into his shoulder. “Ooooo,” I mumbled, hoping she couldn’t hear me.

“She likes it,” he whispered against the shell of my ear. He quickened his pace, holding me with one arm, his fingers lured me closer and closer to an orgasm.

My body heated as the door dinged, and someone walked into the shop.

“Be right with you,” Vivian said, tossing another dress over the top. “There you go. Try this.”

“Thank you, Vivian,” Dorran said, an evil smile on his lips.

Tears brimmed my eyes from the need to release. Dorran sensed everything I needed. Always. He pressed his thumb against my most sensitive spot, and I hissed, riding his hand like a woman unhinged.

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