Page 8 of Chase Me

Her anger zipped around them, stinging his senses. She was finally losing her Zen-like cool. Now he was getting somewhere.

He’d push her until she let her delicious powers loose. He could practically taste the flavor of her intense emotions that lay beneath the surface. “Then who does?”

“How am I supposed to know, you fucktard?” The humidity was sucked out of the room and tiny snowflakes crystalized around her.

Interesting mix of powers. Did she control wind and temperature? She’d be the perfect match for a golden dragon.

The bottom of his stomach opened into a black abyss at the thought of any other dragon possessing her. More of her spells no doubt.

He was on a roll, pushing her. Soon her cloak would break and he’d pinpoint her lies. “Do you have a partner? Tell me, did your coven help you steal it?”

“I don’t have a coven, because I’m not a witch, asshat.”

Her name-calling was beginning to amuse him. He needed to stay angry. Retrieving the relic was more important than his damned attraction to her.

The shard hiding beneath his shirt buzzed as if it didn’t agree.

“If you’re not a witch, why were you casting spells?”

She punched the bed, then looked at her fist, her pretty blue eyes wide and for the first time, scared. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and took another. When she opened them again, the wind along with the frost in the air, as well as her fear and anger were gone.

Too bad. She was damn sexy when she was all worked up.

In a tone he could only call dulcet, she said, “I am not a witch. I am a wedding planner. I do not know what a relic is or where yours might be. I did not steal anything from you. Now please take me home.”

Wasn’t that interesting. She’d gone from emotions so strong her magic manifested around her, to calm and collected, magic banked away, in the matter of two breaths.That was not a skill she’d come up with in the last minute. This was practiced.

Who or what in her life troubled her so badly that she’d had to learn to hide her true emotions this way?

A flight across the ocean in his dragon form hadn’t scared her enough to make her subservient to his wishes. Plying her with kindness hadn’t worked. Demanding the information and raising her ire had gotten him closer.

Emotions would be the key to breaking her, but anger wouldn’t work. She’d proven her ability to mask and control that. He would need to develop a completely different plan of attack to get what he wanted from her.

Anger and hate were strong emotions. So was lust.

He already knew she was attracted to him. She hadn’t been able to hide that.

If she wouldn’t tell him what he wanted to know, he’d seduce it out of her.

In bed.

With her moaning under him.

Moaning his name.

Only his name.

DRAGON’S LAIR

Ciara called upon every yoga class and meditation she’d ever done in her life to calm herself and not strangle the bejeesus out of this guy. Dragon…guy.

For a minute, she’d let her emotions get the better of her. She knew better than that. Emotional outbursts were for sissies and were not tolerated in her home. Rather her mother’s home.

No one got to her. Not anymore.

In a matter of minutes, this man-dragon or whatever he was had taken her through a gambit of emotions from fear to lust to anger to lust and back again.

Enough of that.

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