Page 42 of Tease Me

A tree branch slapped the demon in the head, then another and another. “You can’t have it, fucktard, it’s mine.”

That dirty mouth of hers was fucking hot, and the perfect distraction. He jumped out of the pile of leaves, ready to let his dragon out.

The creature transformed into a mac truck of a black shimmering dragon. Holy First Dragon, he was big.

Too big to be a demon dragon. To dark and evil to be a dragon warrior.

A young green branch wrapped around Steele’s waist and sprouted a barrier of leaves over him like a loincloth.

Fleur dodged a finger of dragon’s fire spurted at her. She and her pile of leaves rolled behind a tree while she shouted to him. “Protect your junk. I’m fond of that part of your anatomy.”

He’d like to keep his dick in tact, too, and almost hated to shift since she’d been adorable trying to protect him. But shift he did.

The roar from the beast in front of him shook leaves from the trees.

Steele let the dragon part of his being loose, growing just as big as the black brute. Before he’d fully taken on the form, he lashed out with his tail, catching the demon dragon under the chin, snapping its head back.

It spit blood from its mouth, sizzling on the ground where it landed. “I see the First Dragon has granted your powers, boy. Enjoy them while you can.”

The black dragon lifted into the air, spraying fire in a wide arc, creating a circle of flames on the ground and in the trees around Steele. It fanned the air with its wings, growing the fire, increasing the temperature to volcano hot with each stroke.

The blazing wall separated him from Fleur.

“My love, are you safe?”

“I’m fine. Got any marshmallows?” Her voice wavered the tiniest bit, and for that alone, Steele would roast this black dragon. The flames would become his funeral pyre.

Steele should have been burning to death himself. His scales shimmered, deflecting the heat. Hells to the yeah. He’d take advantage of every new power the First Dragon had given him.

He jumped into the air, bursting through the flames and rammed the black dragon. They both hurtled to the ground back inside the circle of fire, creating a crater with their impact. Steele landed on top of the black dragon and used his size to pin it to the ground.

“Get him, Steele. Break his face.”

The black dragon struggled, trying to escape. “You’ve got a bloodthirsty bitch. I can hardly wait to see her scratch and claw at my demons when I give her to them.”

Steele slashed out, his claws shredding a layer of scales and exposing the flesh beneath. He didn’t bother to respond to the black dragon’s empty threat. No one would ever take Fleur from him. Certainly not this dirt bag.

Blood dripped from the dragon’s wounds. On Steele’s next swipe he’d kill this evil dragon and send its worthless stain of an existence to hell.

“Steele. Reinforcements are coming. Dragons and wolves.”

The moment that Fleur yelled the black dragon snapped his teeth down over Steele’s arm, crushing the bones in an instant.

“Gah.” He fell back, lashing out with his tail.

The bastard rolled out from under Steele and launched into the air once more.

No way was he getting away. Steele spread his wings to follow and the demon dragon attacked, biting and tearing through Steele’s wing before he could lift off.

That sneaky-ass move wouldn’t stop Steele. He clamped his own teeth around the black dragon’s lower leg.

It screeched in pain, kicking, trying to get the lock of Steele’s jaw off. Even with the strength of its wings, it couldn’t drag a huge dragon like the one Steele had become.

Five dragons swooped down through the sky above them. The gold used the wind to propel the other four at breakneck speeds toward the battle, then followed, monitoring the air.

The blue fired off spouts of water and ice shards, putting out the fire. The two reds, Daxton one of them, focused in on the big black beast. As soon as they got their hands on this devil, it would be nothing but a stain on the forest floor.

The final dragon was none other than Jakob Zeleny. Seeing his leader imbued him with the strength he’d thought he’d lost during the battle.

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