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Chapter Four

Saphira

“You have a lot of guys touch you without permission?” Kingston asks as I stop outside the club. I pull my hand away, and my skin aches from the loss.

“Yes,” I answer honestly, leaning against the brick.

“Who?” Maverick asks.

“Not important,” I say, and they step close in unison.

“I think it is,” Kingston says.

“You’re dragons,” I state.

“We are,” Maverick says, allowing the subject to drop. He puts a palm on the building on my left. “I am a green dragon.”

Kingston mimics his actions on my right. “I am a gold dragon. Like you,” he says, breathing deep. “You smell like ours.”

I gulp. “Seems so,” I whisper. “How did you know I was here?” I know they don’t live here. There is no way I could live in the same place and not scent them at some point.

“A friend has ties here. He told us to come,” Maverick says. “I’m going to have to apologize,” he says to Kingston.

“We will.” Kingston leans close, his eyes taking in my features. “You are stunning, mate.”

“I didn’t think there were any more dragon shifters,” I say, trying to ignore the effect of his words on my body. When you meet your mates, you automatically go into heat. My skin is on fire with the need for their touch. The only way to ease it is with their participation in helping me orgasm in any way, but the best relief is with sex.

“We didn’t either,” Maverick says.

“Why didn’t you want the vampire to know who we are?” Kingston asks.

“I have two brothers. And an ancient vampire who raised me,” I say. “If they knew, you would not be standing here with me alone.”

“A vampire raised you?” Maverick furrows his brow.

“It’s a long story.” I cross my arms. “They are very protective. There is a community of shifters and vampires here. We are family. We all found each other, so everyone is involved in our lives.”

“Commendable,” Kingston says. “We can appreciate found family.”

“Well, sometimes they can be nosy,” I say hesitantly.

“You don’t want mates?” he asks.

“I—” I wasn’t sure I did, but having them standing in front of me was tempting. “My mates will have to accept certain aspects of my life.”

“Isn’t that how it works?” Maverick leans on his shoulder beside me. “We have many things that a mate may be hesitant about.”

“Like what?” I stare at his lips as they move.

“When we want something, we become very focused on getting it,” he says.

“You do?” I ask faintly.

“Yes.” He trails his knuckles down my cheek. “We are good at finding information. We can track someone easily. Especially when that person is our mate.”

“Some would call that stalking,” I inform him.

He lifts a shoulder. “Call it whatever you want.”

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