Page 28 of Bite Me

He didn’t love being in the air like Cage did. But, he couldn’t risk running into more demon dragons on the ground. There was also the distinct possibility that Jada would try to run away from him if given the opportunity.

Ky spotted Steele and Fleur’s home and circled down to it. Vines climbed the walls and one corner of the back garden was covered in little white flowers. A green dragon and an earthy flower witch’s delight.

At least they had a pond in the back too. The things he’d like to do to Jada in that pond.

He carefully set her on the walkway to the front of the house and shifted immediately into his human form. Instead of bolting like he expected her to do, she stretched her shoulders rolling her head back and forth.

A blue dragon tattoo, matching his own but smaller peeked out along her collarbone. His mark. The bite had shimmered and swirled forming the symbol on her skin right before his eyes.

There was no mistaking what it meant.

But Jada hadn’t yet seen it.

He took her hand, not giving her any more opportunities to get away from him and walked them to the front door.

He expected her to try and yank her hand from his. She surprised him by holding it tight.

Her skin was warm and sent heat up his arm. If he let it, that heat would sink into his whole body. Her sensuality was already trying to work its way toward his cock.

It would have to wait. A long fucking time given the way her mind was freezing him out. Good to know at least her body reacted to his.

A sign on the door with a stylized green dragon painted and old-world script read: Here there be dragons.

Ky knocked on the door.

He scented sex in the air, and mentally apologized for interrupting. They waited only a few seconds before they heard voices on the other side of the door.

“Go away.” Steele’s voice came through the wood.

“It’s Kaiarahi Tarakona Puru.” He used his alpha voice, not wanting to waste any more time.

“Shit.”

The door opened to a cute and curvy woman in a green bathrobe tied slightly askew who had daisies in her sex-mussed hair and an angry dragon warrior wearing nothing but a fig leaf.

“Hi, come on in.”

Steele’s adorable mate led them into the house with walls covered in living plants. Halfway down the hall she noticed her mate wasn’t wearing anything and smacked his ass. “Go put some pants on. We’ve got company.”

Steele laughed and disappeared down another hall.

Fleur led them past a tree growing right in the middle of the house and into a sunken living room, where Steele rejoined them wearing pajama pants.

She offered an outstretched hand to Jada. “I’m Fleur, and this ill-mannered dragon is Steele.”

Jada sucked in a sharp breath and squeezed his fingers like she didn’t want to let go and shake hands with Fleur.

Before, she couldn’t wait to get away from him. The scent of a new anxiety wafted from her. She had nothing to be nervous about in this house. These were friends.

He gave her hand a squeeze and then let go, showing her it was okay.

Jada swallowed, pushing a mask over her fear, and took Fleur’s hand, but only for a fraction of a second. She threw her thumb over her shoulder indicating him. “Is he as big of a dickhead as this one?”

“Oh my.” Fleur laughed. “So, it’s like that. Come on in to the kitchen and have some tea with me for some girl talk. I’ll tell you all about the time I made Steele sleep in the bathtub.”

Jada hesitated, but followed Fleur. As soon as she was out of earshot, Ky breathed a long sigh. Steele glanced down at Ky’s glowing soul shard and clapped him on the back.

“So, that’s…your mate.”

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