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We need a breather.

I stopped a waiter as he walked past with a platter of food. “Thank you.” I took one of the beautiful little quiches and indicated that everyone else should also try them.

Jaegar took one automatically, clearly grateful for how in tune we were.

Damon handed him a glass of whiskey, most likely sensing his son’s discomfort.

Jaegar tossed it back like it was nothing.

Nothing like a bit of liquid courage to settle the nerves!

“Vanya!” Anselm called and came toward me.

“Yes, brother?” I let myself be pulled into the final hours of the party, never moving too far from Jaegar’s side.

When it was time for people to leave, I watched them go anxiously, wishing the night over. I didn’t mean to, of course. This was an important evening, and my family had spent months planning it. But my dragon was restless, as was my affection-starved body.

Every time Jaegar touched my arm or my waist, my core tingled, and a soft moan escaped my lips. Whenever his gaze met mine, a shot of heat would course over me, stirring desire within me, and a need I’d never felt before.

When the last of the guests were finally gone, my whole family turned to me and made excuses to hurry off to bed. They were all very tired, had a headache, had drank too much, or they had guests to see to.

And then I was alone with the dragon who haunted my dreams.

Chapter 9

Jaegar

I’D HELD ONTO MY DRAGONduring the party by sheer force of will and the fear of doing damage to those around us. But now that the ballroom was empty and my beautiful mate was standing before me in her long, skintight dress, I felt overcome.

Vanya turned away from me to usher my father and his family out of the room so we could be alone.

Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t wait a moment longer. I slid into position behind her and pressed my body against hers. “I need you.”

She shuddered against me, whimpering softly as she turned around and reached up, placing her hands on my chest.

I gripped her waist with a sense of urgency, my heart hammering in my chest as I stared down into her magnificent blue eyes. “Is there somewhere we can go?” I asked.

Her fingers nails dug into my chest and her eyes shifted to silver as her dragon reached up to meet me, summoned by our instinctual need for one another. “Come,” she said, then my mate turned and fled.

My dragon roared inside me, pleased to feel as desired as I did.

Without a moment to waste, I ran after her, hot on her heels.

She moved through the hallways at speed, and up one level until she burst through the door of a luxurious bedroom.

I growled as I stormed after her, my primal yearnings responding to the exhilaration of the chase.

“The doors!” she called back at me. “Close the doors.”

I turned back just long enough to slam them shut.

Vanya ran into my arms, her own encircling my neck as she jumped up against me. She wrapped her legs around my waist and brought her lips crashing down against mine.

The taste of her was like nothing I’d ever experienced or could have possibly expected. The feeling of her burst through me, warming every cold, dark place in my soul like dragon fire.

My hands moved under her dress, feeling hot, smooth flesh, and I groaned against her mouth. Gripping her ass, I hauled her against me, my cock hard and ready to burst through my slacks.

Vanya thrust her tongue into my mouth with wild abandon and ran her nails through my hair, combing at my scalp as if she couldn’t get close enough. She seemed to want me as much as I needed her.

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