Page 13 of Never Flirt with a Dragon

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

Fuck me, I’d been staring at her all day.

During the rehearsal.

Through the wedding.

While she fought her irritation at Eli and Vi’s arguing.

When she smiled at anyone who wasn’t me.

It took everything I had to stay in my chair, away from her scent and touch, but she found me anyway.

I’d wanted her so badly, I wasn’t even sure it had been an accident when I lifted her glass to my mouth and tasted her.

She’d triggered my heat.

But I’d already realized what she was to me, and would’ve triggered it myself if she’d so much as smiled at another unmated male at that party other than Eli.

I didn’t want a mate.

But I couldn’t have watched her go home with another man.

“Are you sane?” August asked.

“For the moment.”

I didn’t know how long that moment would last, considering I’d almost mouth-fucked my female a few heartbeats earlier.

“That doesn’t sound good,” Elodie murmured. “Are you okay in there, Randa?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” my mate managed, still breathing fast. “You’re supposed to be going on your honeymoon, though.”

“It can wait.”

Miranda squeezed her eyes shut.

The expression on her face was one of guilt.

“Open the door for the damn sanity check already,” August said.

I looked down at my mate.

Her dress was short, and tight.

I’d seen first-hand how high it could ride up.

My shirt went over my head—then over hers—before I had a moment to consider what I was doing.

I guided her arms into the shirt, and tugged it down. It was longer than her dress by a few inches. Better than nothing. And it covered her breasts better. Those were mine to see.

Plus, she’d smell like me afterward.

I shouldn’t have cared about any of that shit, but I did. I’d blame it on heat.

August knocked one more time while I pulled the hem of the shirt lower on those sexy little thighs.

Finally, I opened it.

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