Page 56 of Primal Dragon

She glanced back at Henrik and then turned to Drake. “I wanted you to meet my boyfriend.”

Drake’s brows shot up. “Boyfriend?” The older brother quickly examined him, taking in his height, clothes, and demeanor. “Welcome. Come on in. I’ll pour us some wine to celebrate.”

The title surprised him, but he knew she didn’t mean it. Or did she? What they shared in her bedroom the last few nights was certainly boyfriend like. As far as he knew per the human definition. Though, he hadn’t said what he wanted to tonight while she was spread out beneath him.

Boyfriend was less permanent than mate. He wanted her to be his forever, not some temporary boyfriend who gave her orgasms and fought vampires by her side.

Quinn stepped over the threshold and Henrik followed.

His dragon was on full alert. Taking in every smell and detail.

Henrik stayed close to Quinn, not wanting to let her out of his sight.

“Drake, this is Henrik,” she said as they entered the main room.

Drake turned and reached out his hand. “Hi, Henrik. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I have to say I’m surprised. My sister has never brought anyone to meet the family. You must be something special.”

“It’s your sister who is special,” Henrik replied.

Drake grinned. “That’s what I like to hear. Have a seat. I’ll be back with some wine. Do you like red, Henrik?”

“I do. Thank you.”

Quinn turned and gave him a sheepish smile.

Henrik pulled her into his arms and gave her a soft, fleeting kiss before pulling away again. He wanted to reassure her, but he didn’t want to get carried away with her brother in the same space. That was awkward at best.

Henrik took in the house. It was showy. Dragons liked their wealth surrounding them, it was true, but they didn’t usually have a lot of people in their space where their treasure was concerned. Drake clearly wanted everyone to know he had money and lots of it. There were expensive items like a crystal vase with fresh flowers. Everything was freshly dusted and vacuumed. He probably had a housekeeper in once a day. The furniture was black, his walls were white with expensive paintings hanging on them.

Drake returned with crystal wine glasses and a two-hundred-dollar bottle of wine. He poured everyone a glass.

“Let’s toast to my sister, shall we?”

Henrik held up his glass. “To Quinn.”

Quinn blushed.

“How have you been, Quinn?”

She picked up her wine glass, but didn’t bring it to her lips, as if she were contemplating drinking, before she answered. “Good. I’m on vacation right now.”

“Wow. You never take vacation. You must be having a good influence on her.”

“She’s the one having a good influence on me,” he replied.

Drake tutted, “Don’t waste everything on flattering my sister or I’ll think you’re trying too hard to hide something from me.”

Henrik eyed her brother. He was suspicious—he had been since they showed up on his doorstep.

“Nothing to hide, I’m afraid.”

“I should give you fair warning, I’m not alone tonight,” Drake said, ignoring Henrik.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I should’ve called before we just showed up. We were just driving by your neighborhood and Rik was giving me crap about always putting off introducing him to the family.”

“You’ve been together for a while then?” Drake asked.

Quinn shook her head. “Not that long, but our feelings have developed quickly.”

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