Page 36 of Bite Me

A quick glance told her they weren’t there. Only a couple of towels, some still wrapped toothbrushes, and travel size tubes of toothpaste.

She grabbed one of each, loaded it up, and shoved the brush in her mouth. That’s when she caught her reflection in the mirror.

The waves in her hair were springier, and it shined. Her skin wasn’t as pale as usual, and her eyes were brighter. None of that caught her attention like the brand new, bright blue dragon tattoo stretching across her collarbone.

It was right where Ky had bitten her, marked her, claimed her.

Her soul is unclaimed.

That’s what Leon had said.

The Black Dragon had wanted her. Was that why Ky claimed her? To save her from becoming the consort of the King of Hell?

There were too many questions down that path, and she wouldn’t get any of them answered by standing around naked with a toothbrush hanging out of her mouth.

She brushed her teeth, found a hair brush and ran it through her locks, and splashed some water on her face. It would have to do.

No clothes. Okay, a bedsheet toga it was then. She’d just ripped the top sheet off and wrapped it around her when Ky came back.

He had coffee and donuts. Bless whoever raised that boy right.

“Hey. I thought you might be hungry.”

Strangely, she wasn’t. Not for donuts, not for blood. Her mouth watered only for a taste of Ky.

Oh, no you don’t brain. Don’t be going all mushy now. One claiming and an orgasm or two does not a happy ever after make.

Coffee. She needed coffee and clothes, not a sexy dragon to take her to bed and have his way with her. Again. And Again.

Ack. Stop it, brain.

“Thanks.” She took one of the cups of coffee from him, mostly so she had something to do with her hands and somewhere to look besides his yummy muscles under that tight t-shirt he wore. “Do you know where my clothes got off to?”

“Fleur says they aren’t salvageable. She mentioned something about something toxic on them.”

That toga was looking more like a reality. “Crap. Why are yours all perfectly fine?”

“Whatever I’ve got on when I change into my dragon form is exactly the same when I return to my human state. It’s part of the gift of the shift given to all dragon warriors by the White Witch.”

She had to be the same woman in white who’d given Jada the necklace. Why was a whole other question.

“Fleur said she’d let you raid her closet as soon as you were up. But, I came to get you because the other dragon warriors are on their way.”

Great. More controlling alpha males. Exactly what she needed in her life.

Thanks for the Orgasms

Ky had never had an awkward morning after like this before. Jada didn’t seem to care one whit about last night.

No good morning kiss, it’s not you it’s me speech, not even a get the hell out. Not like he expected tears or words of devotion or anything, but maybe some thanks for the orgasms.

Jada tucked the sheet tighter around her and headed for the door. “I’d like to find out what happened to the rest of my coven after we escaped.”

“I’ll find you a phone, so you can get in touch with Portia.”

“I don’t have a number for her or know if she’s even alive.”

Of course, she was worried about her family. They’d come to her rescue even after she’d tried to leave them. The demon she’d summoned knew exactly who or what the black dragon was.

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