Something positively intoxicating.
The scent wove webs around his head, body, and heart. It held him there, capturing him, leaving him immobile. Honey and lavender, he recognized the fragrance, but beneath it was something else. Something elusive and new. A tonal quality that resonated deep within his Dragon.
“Callan?” Landry called to him, but he ignored his partner and the giggling females ready to fall at his feet.
No. Those other women were not for him.
Not for either of them, the Dragon hissed. But this one, the honey lavender scented lass. She was different. The female was with two companions. Relatives? Yes. Perhaps sisters. Either way, it did not matter. The others were irrelevant. He only had eyes for his one and only.
And gods, but she was stunning. Hair dark as midnight, it floated around her shoulders. Teasing him, her gorgeous locks danced playfully in the breeze coming off the waves. She had pretty pink lips begging to be kissed, and a stubborn little chin he couldn’t wait to nibble. Aye, she had a shapely figure too. Quite becoming with wide, rounded hips, a soft belly, and an arse he could sink his teeth into.
Grrrrr.
“Oops!”
One of her companions, the shorter, blonde one, tripped over her own feet. No wonder, he thought with a frown. She had some god awful pink rubber contraptions on them. He snorted at the name of the brand. Crocs indeed. No crocodile he’d ever met had feet like that. The female bumped into his wee lass, upending the tray the heavenly scented beauty was holding in her hands.
Bugger all!
He should’ve leapt over the sand and grabbed it, but he was still unable to move. Even in his own mind he could hear his brogue thickening, much like his cock, just from being in her presence. The lass was bringing the Scot out in him. He knew that meant his Dragon was piqued. More than, in fact.
The beast was downright mesmerized.
Callan, what is it? Landry’s White Liger brushed against his mind.
His Dragon snarled at the invasion. But the beast soon quieted, recognizing the lad. Still, he did not answer. Couldn’t was more like. The wee vixen enthralled him.
“Are you freaking kidding me, Ani?” His female scolded the younger lass, and he could not contain his grin. “We’ve only been here like two freaking minutes!”
“I know, but I wanted to see the water—”
“Then go barefoot in the sand like all the normal people, you nut!” She growled like a mighty Dragon herself.
Aye, she was feisty. He liked that. But she was also compassionate, bending down to pick up the glass before the red-haired female stepped on it.
“Hold up, Ginger. Let me get that before you impale yourself.” She clucked at them, taking charge like a good leader should.
“I told you to let me take off my Crocs, Sage. But you said they were made for water—”
“Yeah, not sand though, apparently,” she grumbled.
“Girls, please,” the redhead spoke softly. “We are getting attention.”
The dark-haired beauty was still picking up the glass when she snapped her head up to catch him staring. Bloody hell, he swore as lightning struck twice inside of him. Impossibly dark brown eyes collided with his.
Callan was officially tongue-tied. Of course, that could also be blamed on the ample view he had of her bosoms, which, in her current position, were all but exposed. Dear gods, they were perfection. Large, round globes pressed together in a tight, halter-top that gleamed silver against her olive-toned skin.
Bloody hell. She’s wearing my color.
Who?Landryinquired.
Callan hadn’t even realized he was still broadcasting. He hissed at his friend in response. He didn’t want to share this news yet. Not until he was certain.
Tell me already. For fuck’s sake, Callan, I am busy here. Landry’s voice held laughter even in mindspeak, but Callan’s beast roared. Those other women were not to be trifled with. Not now. Not when he found their mate.
Rrrrrooooooaaaaaaaarrr!
His Silver Dragon demanded he go to her now. Stake his claim. Make her his. She looked at him for a second longer before snapping her gorgeous eyes back to her companions.