Page 2 of Sass Me

Just because Jakob Zeleny, the head of his clan was the first dragon in more than a five-hundred years to find a true mate didn’t mean the rest of them would, or could, or should.

Nope. Steele was on the verge of hitting his prime years. His glory days of carousing and bedding every woman he could would end too soon. He had to take every advantage of this vacation to get into as many panties as possible.

A goddess in a pink flowy top and tight jeans that hugged all her curves, and there were oh so many, walked into the room with a tray of drinks.

His eyes were instantly drawn to the green sparkling tree charm hanging from a chain just above her fantastic tits. He’d happily add both the charm and this hot curvy chick to his treasure trove. He tore his eyes from the necklace and drew his gaze down to the sweet sway of her hips and over her plump ass.

Fuck, yeah. Those were the exact panties he aimed to get into. He danced his way out of the group of women and over to his pink prey. She stopped beside him not attempting to take the cocktails into the pulsing crowd of women now surrounding Dax.

“Having fun, big boy?” A soft voice that sounded like ripe peaches, a warm mountain sunrise, and butterfly wings lilted from her.

What the fuck did that even mean? He shook his head waiting for the momentary brain fart to pass.

“No?” She laughed, the sound tinkling like frozen bluebells.

Holy shit. His brain was broken.

He licked his lips and tried to speak. A low growl came out.

“Whoa. Sorry. I didn’t know we paid for Grumpy Bear.”

He was no bear. But, she wasn’t either. Her green eyes danced for him and sparkled brighter than her jewelry. They were the exact color of the field in front of his cabin in the spring after a rainstorm.

This was a wolf party, he inhaled her sweet scent looking for the nature of her shifter animal. She wasn’t one of the wolves, but she wasn’t a mere human. He stared into her eyes, searching for any clue, scenting her light arousal, trying to figure out what form she would take.

A fluffy bunny or a lovely plump doe. She had a soft look about her that he liked, but she was a little too smart-ass to be a carrot-eater. They were all gentle. She had a bite, sass.

A skunk maybe. Soft and docile, but also clever and ravenous.

He uncrossed his arms and shook them out. “No, little flower, you didn’t pay for a grump, and I’m no bear.”

“That I can see.” She looked him up and down, taking her time, damn well drinking him in.

Oh, she had to be a hunter with that needy glint to her eye. He’d just been made into a piece of meat to her, he was positive of that. If he didn’t know better he’s say she was part dragon.

But, there was no such thing as a female dragon.

“And if you didn’t notice. I’m not exactly little.” There was both a bit of defiance and something else shy in her voice and eyes.

Yeah. He’d noticed. She had nice wide hips he could grab onto while he thrust into her, a thick ass he couldn’t wait to squeeze, and plump tits he could get lost in for years.

Shit. He’d been too long without a woman. He’d gone from hello to growl to imagining fucking her brains out all inside of a minute. Well, minus the hello.

“I noticed every luscious inch of you, Flower.”

Her eyes widened and she laughed, more than the tinkling giggle from before. This was hearty from the gut. The sound went straight into his balls and lifted his cock.

About time it fucking showed up.

“Do we have to pay extra for the fake flirtations or is that part of the service?”

Apparently he needed to up his game. “It wasn’t fake. You’re a beautifully fuckable woman that I’d like to lick up and down until you’re screaming from the pleasure.”

There. That ought to do it.

She got the cutest crinkle between her eyes, blinked and shook her head like he’d said the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard. Then she raised the tray of drinks and walked into the crowd.

“Okay, ladies. Who wants some of Carly’s chocolate seduction martinis?”

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