Page 3 of Sass Me

Every scale-covered fiber of his dragon-being wanted, no needed, to follow her. He wasn’t one to go against his dragon. Two steps forward and was instantly surrounded by three women who undulated and ground themselves against him.

“Oh my gawd. Look at these muscles,” one woman said, pawing at his stomach.

“And those arms.” Another woman lifted his arm and caressed his bicep. “Flex it for me.”

His Flower was smiling and chatting, handing out drinks, and rolls of dollar bills to the twenty some-odd women. If he could just escape these fondlers he’d push through, take her away from all this, and get to know her. In a biblical sense.

He didn’t know her name and couldn’t call to her. He willed her to look at him with his mind. He was this damn close to calling up his dragon form, so he could simply speak into her mind.

She must have felt him staring at her because she looked up from her conversation and glanced over. “I’m not paying you to stand around, grumpy. Shake that ass.”

“What a tight ass it is.” One of the fondlers ran a hand over his rear and pinched it.

He almost yelped. Holy crap. He was no sensitive skinned baby, but damn. He was going to have a welt. These she-wolves were damn aggressive. Not that he minded a woman who went after what she wanted. Especially if he was what she wanted.

What he wanted right now was the pink bit of flesh peeking between Flower’s shirt and her jeans as she bent over to set her tray on the table.

Oh, how he could bend her over that table.

He scooted away from pincher-lady, who must be damn crab-shifter, and tried to get closer to Flower.

“Take it off, fireman. Let’s see your hose.” The Velcro holding his pants together pulled, almost coming apart as the women clawed at him.

He pushed their hands away, his only focus on getting to his lady in pink. She handed out the last of her drinks, slid around the back of the couch, and circled around the group going back to the kitchen.

He stalked her movement with his eyes, loving the chase, and the slippery way she kept evading him. “You ladies are wearing me out. I think I need a drink.”

Half a dozen women held up their froo-froo cocktails for him.

“Uh, thanks, but I’ll grab some water.”

Steele followed his prey, into the soft light of the kitchen. Every counter top was covered in rows of herbs and greenery. More baskets hung over the sink and in the window. He’d left an apartment living room and entered a forest of edible greens. It was stunning, and his dragon reveled in the earthy scent of it all.

His Flower stood with her back to him, arranging cups of blue, red, and purple goo on her tray. Finally, he had her alone.

“What is your name, little flower?

She jumped about three feet. “You scared me. Don’t you know not to sneak up a girl like that?” She downed one of the shots of goo, and then offered one to him. “I’m Fleur. I assumed you knew, from the agency or something. I booked the strippers, I thought maybe my name was down as a contact or something.

He took her hand, set the cup down, and kissed her palm, then her wrist. A zing zipped through his lips, down his spine and straight to his cock.

“Oh, you shocked me.” She giggled, but didn’t pull her hand away.

He continued kissing up her arm, and then to her neck, touching the chain of the necklace. It glinted, calling to him. He licked the gold and her skin below.

“I don’t know what you’re doing or why you’re doing it to me, but don’t stop.” Fleur pushed her hands into his hair and gripped his scalp, urging him on.

Good thing these pants were tear away Velcro, because he wouldn’t be able to wait very long to get inside her heat. He could scent the spike in her arousal, it pushed his own even higher.

She tilted her head to the side, giving him even more access. “If you didn’t already know my name, why do you keep calling me flower?”

He nibbled his way up to her ear, then whispered, “Have you ever seen Bambi?”

“Sure.” She sucked in a surprised breath and pushed him away. Her eyes got wide and then narrowed. “Oh my god. Is this your polite stripper way of telling me I smell?”

He laughed deep and hard. “No. In fact, you smell like springtime, and harvest, and green valleys, and snow-capped mountains.”

“Wow. You are such a flirt. That agency rocks. I’ll remember to request you for next year’s pre-scenting party. Although, I’ll get a bit green, but, you have got to kiss some of the other single girls here like that. Big tips will definitely get shoved down your pants. In fact, you should check with Nic to see if Jake is hiring at the Naked Wolf. She could probably get you a job there.”

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