Page 7 of Never Feed a Dragon

If we were really going to get along, having sex could clear the air.

And erase my loneliness for a few hours, at least.

“Afterward, we have a truce?” I asked.

“Mmhm.”

It was a good option.

Maybe even a great option.

There was a chance that being with a supernatural would ruin me for other guys, but I wasn’t looking for an actual relationship. Ever. So, what was the damage? I knew where the vampires hung out. If I had to, I could hit up a vampire club when I got really horny.

But let’s be real—my vibrator could take care of the horniness just fine.

It was being alone that got to me.

“Deal,” I said.

He squeezed my hip. “Good. Your mom’s on her way over here right now.”

My head jerked to the direction I’d last seen her in. Sure enough, she was striding toward me like hell was on her heels.

Great.

I tried to ease away from Eli, but he held me tight. “We’re mates, remember?”

I scowled at him.

“Why did Julia Kidmann just congratulate me on having two daughters mated to dragon shifters?” Mom hissed. “And what the hell are you doing, standing like this?”

“The single human women are vipers. Viola kindly agreed to be my wing-woman and pretend mate for the night,” Eli said, with a wink.

Most people couldn’t win my mother over with anything, including a stack of cash, but she seemed to have a soft spot for Eli. I’d never heard her say a single bad thing about the guy. Hell, she usually complimented him.

As expected, she relaxed slightly with his words. “There’s no mate bond?”

“Not in this lifetime,” I retorted.

Eli chuckled.

My mom’s lips curved upward. “I’ll spread the word tomorrow that it was just a one-night thing.”

“Thank you.” Eli’s smile was so wide, I could’ve sworn my mother was about to start fanning herself. “Shall we dance?” he asked, dragging me out onto the dance floor.

“No, we shall not,” I grumbled, trying to step away from him.

His grin widened, though, and he pulled me closer. When my body pressed against his, I tripped and ended up smashed against him even more.

“This is nice, right?” he teased.

“It is,” I admitted, slightly grudgingly. “But you’ve got to tone it down a notch. All of the old women are going to end up horny for you if you keep smiling at them like that.”

He laughed. “I think that was a compliment, Spaghetti.”

“Unlike your clear insult.”

“What insult?”

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