But there was no such thing as a female dragon.
“And if you didn’t notice. I’m not exactly little.” There was both a bit of defiance and something else shy in her voice and eyes.
Yeah. He’d noticed. She had nice wide hips he could grab onto while he thrust into her, a thick ass he couldn’t wait to squeeze, and plump tits he could get lost in for years.
Shit. He’d been too long without a woman. He’d gone from hello to growl to imagining fucking her brains out all inside of a minute. Well, minus the hello.
“I noticed every luscious inch of you, Flower.”
Her eyes widened and she laughed, more than the tinkling giggle from before. This was hearty from the gut. The sound went straight into his balls and lifted his cock.
About time it fucking showed up.
“Do we have to pay extra for the fake flirtations or is that part of the service?”
Apparently he needed to up his game. “It wasn’t fake. You’re a beautifully fuckable woman I’d like to lick up and down until you’re screaming from the pleasure.”
There. That ought to do it.
She got the cutest crinkle between her eyes, blinked and shook her head like he’d said the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard. Then she raised the tray of drinks and walked into the crowd.
“Okay, ladies. Who wants some of Galyna’s marshmallow shots?” She tossed the words out, not giving him another look.
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 he was 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 elbow 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 will. He was so 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. “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 aggressive. Not that he minded a woman who went after what she wanted. Especially ifhewas 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 a 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 shot glasses made from marshmallows 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. She might really be a bunny shifter. One that he was going to hunt down and eat. In the fun way.
His Flower stood with her back to him, arranging cups of blue, red, and purple gloop on her tray. Finally, he had her alone.