Page 22 of Dragon's Honor

He growled. His dragon growled. “Who has touched it?”

“What?”

“You’ve had other people try to take it off?”

She gaped at him. “It won’t come off. It doesn’t go with everything. At the club you pulled it off like it wasn’t stuck on me. So, take it off.”

“Another man?” he snarled.

She rolled her eyes. “Just my sister.”

Ash’s hand snapped around her wrist just above the bracelet, gripping her hard, but not hard enough to hurt her.

“Why do you care, Ash?”

“I don’t.”

“Oh, really?”

Finley glanced around and then she yanked her arm right out from his and stomped over to a few frat guys harassing each other as they strolled down the strip.

“Hi, boys. I have a challenge for you.”

The guys stopped and surrounded her.

“A challenge, huh?” Frat Boy One said. “Is it getting your panties off?”

“I’m not wearing any, hot shot. Your challenge is to take off this bracelet.”

Ash’s dragon was spitting-fire pissed. He wanted to ignite all the frat guys in green flames and watch them burn before he threw her over his shoulder and flew them both to his island. And then he was going to spank her ass until it was red, and she was begging for his forgiveness.

“What do I get if I can get it off?” Frat Boy Two asked.

Ash stormed toward the scene, trying to keep a level head. Even if he wanted to rip off all of theirs just for looking at her.

Finley put her hands on her hips. “What do you want?”

“How about you come home with me?” Frat Boy One suggested.

He pushed past Frat Boy Four and Five, wrapped his arm around her waist and shoved through Frat Boy One and Three. He hauled her to the nearest alley and shoved her against the wall.

Finley glared at him. “Look here, you barbarian. You’re not in charge—”

He silenced her scolding by covering her mouth with his. Ash didn’t ask for permission as he slid his tongue into her mouth. His fingers tangled in her hair and he gave it a tug, tipping her jaw up, allowing him to deepen the kiss even further.

She moaned against his mouth and her fingers pressed into his shoulders, her nails biting through his shirt. He pressed into her more, his dragon pushing for more.

Mine, his dragon demanded.

He ripped himself away from the kiss but didn’t move away from her body.

“Don’t do that again,” he barked.

“Tell me what you think I’m doing.”

“Do you really want the bracelet off?” His heart thumped oddly in his chest waiting for her answer.

“I want to understand what the hell is going on.”

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