Page 11 of Devoted to the Dragon

He eats up the distance, arms crossed. “Did you hear anything I just said about the Council’s possible plans?”

I let my dragon take my eyes and show him what she thinks of his need to protect me like a withering damsel. I curl my finger, and he bends to my ear. “Who is in charge here, wolf?”

His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me flush against his heat, making me gasp.

“You’re too trusting, little dove,” he says into my ear, teeth scraping along my neck.

It’s hard to focus with his hands and mouth on me, the desire to give in to temptation nearly overwhelming.

What has gotten into him? He never pushes like this, never crosses the lines drawn between us.

I force myself to push away, grabbing my towel, and throwing open the door. “Do you think you’re the only one who doesn’t trust the Council?”

Trying to keep my composure, I make a beeline for my bathroom and turn on the shower. I need to calm my overheated body before I have to face the new trainees this evening. As it is, I’m in no condition to teach about self-control.

Fennik leans against the doorway to my bathroom, his eyes tracking me in the mirror. “Then why?”

I know he’s concerned because he cares and wants to protect me, but I made an alliance with the wolves because I have an interest in keeping shifters alive. There is no other purpose for Frenzy, and I won’t cower in my lair and leave them to solve this for themselves. “If they prove treacherous, it will be to all our detriment.Wolves and dragons have always worked together. I’d rather reaffirm an alliance than make an enemy. We’re on the same side here, even if the wolves are too blinded by fear to see it.”

He studies me, his muscles strained and his scent still spiced with anger.

“Tell me about the newest recruits or leave so I can get ready for tonight’s training,” I say.

Fennik steps up behind me, tugging on my arm so I face him. “I’m serious, Randi. You can’t go to the Council. My wolf is insistent,” he says, his tone softer now.

“I’m going. It’s done,” I grit out.

I back away from him as I toe off my sneakers and toss my sports bra over my head, lobbing it toward him childishly. I shimmy from my biker shorts and hop into the sanctuary of my shower, his low growl hitting me like a smack on my ass.

“If you’re determined to go, you will take a new member for your personal guard,” he grumbles.

I wash myself quickly. Despite my bravado, I can’t let myself actually get naked with Fennik, and all I want is to invite the overprotective, lick-able, panty-melting man inside.

He keeps speaking, his tone husky and the room filling with the sweetest edge to his spicy amber. “Select one of the trainers who has proven themselves. Perhaps Brooks will?—”

I roll my eyes. “Vandera’s mates stay.”

He peeks his head around the glass door of the shower and says my name as if it is both a blessing and a curse. “Please. For my peace of mind.” His silver eyes stare at me, but instead of anger in them, I see the fear of his wolf.

My fire sizzles out. “I’ll agree to select a new guard member before we leave, on the condition that we don’t argue about my going again. It’s necessary, and it’s happening. Let’s focus on a plan for what to do if things go sideways.”

He nods in acceptance, clearly holding his tongue, and walks out of the room. The door shuts softly in his wake, but the sweet-laced spice of his scent lingers.

I sag against the shower wall, both my dragon and me wondering what the fuck I just agreed to.

Chapter 6

Gunnar

Iknow I’ve been sucking in some witchy rut-haze candle fumes, but when the door to the dungeon opens and the dragon walks in, I swear she’s bathed in an aura of bright light and blue dancing flames.

My dick was already hard, but her presence causes my entire body to tense, and my throat aches with the itch to howl. I want to drop to my knees and worship this creature.She is part sex goddess, part fairy-tale dragon. Her black cloak is straight out of a coffin and her lace dress shows off every curve without showing anything.

And the shoes.

Those spiked red heels are a wet dream. My dick twitches against my thigh in a show of support. I want to see how they look draped over my shoulders.

She’s seriously fucking gorgeous, looking no older than thirty even though I know she’s ancient. Her power is undeniable. She looks like she could let loose her fire and toast me like a marshmallow. Somehow, that makes her hotter.

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