Page 103 of Tempting Her Dragons

“Fuck you,” he spits.

“My friend Ryker hates the begging, but the men I kill get off on their victims’ cries.” I stab him in the thigh. “Let me hear you beg,” I taunt.

“Shit, alright,” he gasps. “Please let me go. I’ll do anything.”

“Hmm…” I pull out the knife and stab his other leg. “I thought it would be more satisfying. You should do more.”

“Please,” he moans.

“Still not effective,” I mumble.

“What are they going to do to me?” His glazed eyes filled with pain focus over my shoulder.

“We’re here for the show,” Kingston drawls.

“We love watching our mate wreak vengeance,” Maverick says.

I smirk at the shock on Bensen’s face. Ryker was right. It’s nice to have backup, but I don’t need them to do the work for me.

It’s been three weeks of nothing but my mates showing me their love in every way. Killing Bensen was the first time we left the house or land around it. It felt good but it’s nice to be back, laying under the tree next to my waterfall.

We woke up after completing the bond and our marks had formed. Kingston’s mark under my breast was the image of a coiled rope. He thought it was perfect; I connect all of us. My hip, where Maverick’s resided, was exactly what his dragon looks like. Kingston now has a firefly made of flames on his neck, and Maverick’s chest has all of our names twined together. The universe knows all.

Sally has been texting nonstop about her adventures with Roxanne. Micah had to bail them out of jail a week ago. The chargers were murky, and they both refuse to explain what landed them behind bars. Micah laughed for five minutes when I called to ask and told me it wasn’t a big deal and forget about it. My mates didn’t seem worried, which means it most likely has happened before.

Rach brought the memories of the Games back in full force and the first couple nights after were filled with nightmares. Her love for a man in a desperate situation blinded her from his true nature. Quinn offered more information about her, but I didn’t want to know. I just want to move past what she did, and I know nothing will change the outcome of her actions. What I need is to be with my mates and take the comfort they give me.

They lay on either side of me, my hands clasped in theirs, enjoying the peace of the forest. We will wait until it’s dark and fly together. The first time I saw their dragons was magical, and joining them in the sky is an experience that will never get old. We move as one, so connected in both our forms, and can speak while shifted.

The guys assured me that they are happy to live here in my little cabin. There have been many late nights filled withdiscussions about the future and the fears of our past. We want to start a family as soon as possible, and they have used every opportunity to get me pregnant.

I’m not complaining.

Tomorrow night, we invited everyone in the family for a meal. Roxanne is getting impatient; she wants to spend time with her sons before she leaves. She decided to go back home and find someone to rent the house and land. Soon, she will be a permanent resident here. The guys are happy and so am I. The family is growing by the minute and I expect more to find us, and the remaining single shifters that live here.

I won’t be going back to waitressing. Ryker showed no emotion when I called to quit. He took my resignation gracefully.

“You’re frowning,” Maverick says.

“I was thinking about when I quit my job,” I say.

“Are you regretting it?” Kingston asks.

“No.” I bit my lip. “Ryker didn’t seem like he was broken up about it.”

“Probably because he wasn’t,” Kingston says dryly.

“You light one person’s hair on fire,” I mutter.

“Two people,” Maverick reminds me.

“I didn’t do the second one,” I say.

“It could have been the two bald heads,” King says.

“Or the broken arm,” Mav says.

“I was late a lot,” I say.

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