Page 7 of Sass Me

“You’re not strippers?” Karla, who was the least violent of the bunch had daggers coming out of her eyes.

He addressed Fleur with the save-me-from-your-angry-friends look on his face. “I am a dragon, but I did tell you I was not a stripper.”

“Strippers or not, you two can get the hell out of our party.” Jordan said.

Nic poked Steele in the chest. “And tell Jake, that he will have to find another way to rain on our parade.”

“Yeah.” A resounding chorus came from the rest of the ladies.

Fleur bit the inside of her lip to keep from laughing. Her friends were so damn serious, but she thought it was cute and hilarious that their men had tried to keep their women in check by sending these unsuspecting dragons to the pre-scenting party. She wasn’t disappointed in the least at the choice Jake had made.

“Those fools never liked the idea of this party in the first place. So, I say we make it a tradition,” Jordan said.

Emma came into the kitchen leading Daxton by his ear. The dragon actually looked like he was having fun. “Hey, ladies. I swear, Jake, said this was a party with a bunch of horny women, that was it. Except the part where he said not to touch any of you five, and asked me to report back to him what went on here and to make sure the you didn’t get into any trouble.”

Nic rubbed her hands together. “Oh, he is getting his ass kicked when I get home.”

“Now girls, don’t be too hard on your mates.” Barbara was barely keeping a chuckle out of her voice. “Jake was simply doing as I told him to.”

“Mom. This whole bachelorette-style party was your idea in the first place. Why would you help our mates sabotage it?” Ellie looked genuinely confused.

Fleur felt the same. Barbara was the coolest mom-figure she knew, and she was a certified matchmaker, with a fine dash of trouble thrown in. It didn’t seem in line with her usual plans to do something like this.

“The dragons weren’t here for you five married girls, were they?” Barbara winked at Fleur. “Besides, which one of you isn’t quite sure you’re getting ravished when you get home just so your mates can get the scent of these delicious young dragons off you?”

While Ellie had a look of embarrassed shock on her face, the other girls’ expressions went from angry to downright dirty.

Fleur cleared her throat to keep from laughing out loud. She couldn’t wait to join in the shenanigans of having a wolf mate of her own. Then maybe she’d feel like a part of the family and not so much the one on the fringes.

She gave Steele a shove toward the hallway. He didn’t move even a centimeter. “You two better get on out of here. Send our regards to the Wolfe boys.”

“I’m not going anywhere, little flower.” He bent and whispered in her ear, “Unless it’s to your bedroom.”

Fleur was sure her face and neck had just gone the color of a whole damn field of poppies. She turned her back on Steele and gave the other dragon a shove instead.

A low growl came from behind her, but it stopped the second she took her hands off

Daxton shrugged and went toward the door of his own accord. Of course, he was probably trying to avoid getting his ear torn off by Emma. “Come on, Steele. Our cover is blown. Gonna have to get lucky somewhere else.”

The women surrounded both men and shoved them toward the door. Right before Jordan slammed it on them, Steele pointed at Fleur.

“I’ll be back for you, little flower.”

CHAPTER THREE

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