Page 3 of Prince of Storms
My clit started to tingle as Mr. Suit turned to flash a victorious smile. We were sitting between him and the other bidder, but somehow I knew the smile was directed at me. He’d won double that time. Our car and my body. He’d bid for—and won—both, and what made it worse? He knew it.
“Asshole,” I muttered.
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing,” I said to my father, shaking my head. It didn’t matter that Mr. Suit didn’t like how we’d gotten involved late as unexpected competition, but he did enjoy rubbing in our faces that he had more money than we did.
“Well, that’s the only one in black today. Shall we get going, Mia?”
I frowned, chewing on my lower lip. Whoever he was, the man in the suit had been sitting there for some time. He’d been there when we’d arrived half an hour ago and had bid on two other cars in that time and won both of them. Now, he’d won a third. What was his plan, I wondered? He clearly didn’t seem to want the car.
“Hey, Dad?” I said, getting up.
“Yes?”
“Wait here, okay? I’ll be right back.”
Then I headed down the bleachers in the direction of Mr. Suit, who was off signing something with the auctioneer.
Chapter Two
Tor
The hairs on my neck tingled as I bent over the auctioneer’s desk. She was back there. I could feel it.
I didn’t turn around.
“Now, if you’ll just sign here, we can collect payment.” The obsequious little man who ran the accounting end of the auction was practically rubbing his greedy little palms together at the prospect of getting more of my money.
“I will pay at the end of the day,” I said, my tone offering a warning. It wasn’t the first time he’d tried to get me to come with him and finalize payment. Did he doubt that I was a man of my word?
I let my hard gray eyes bore into him, pinning him to his squeaky black chair until sweat ran from his hideously cheap-looking toupee, the droplets dripping down to his thick jowls. Beady black eyes practically vibrated in place, a sure sign of his longing to look anywhere but at me.
“Um, of course, of course. Yes. You want to buy more cars.”
“Yes.” I didn’t deign to explain further. He didn’t need to know why I was expanding my collection.
I snorted to myself. “Expanding” a collection was easy to do when it didn’t exist in the first place. I was building one. One that would serve to woo my mate properly. I’d come to Earth from the dragon realm to find her, but before I did, I had to make sure I had all the tools I would need to impress her and show her what she was worth.
The scrape of shoes on the concrete floor of the convention center signaled someone’s approach. I knew it would be her, the woman from the stands. The matching surge of energy that stiffened my spine made it obvious.
I still didn’t turn around, even as the unspent power built within me at her nearing presence. Closing my eyes halfway, I took a deep breath and released it, letting the electricity fade and dispelling it from me. It was important I keep calm. It was not the time or place to let others see what became of me when I was worked up.
The humans wouldn’t understand.
Besides, I was no ordinary storm dragon. I was heir to the throne of Storm Keep, and I wouldnotlet images of a human woman drive me wild. It didn’t matter how good those pouty lips would look when wrapped around my thick, hard shaft, working it up and down in soft, slow motions while she stared up at me from her knees. I would maintain my composure.
She came closer, and I took a breath through my nose, ignoring the chubby man’s requests for more signatures. I was trying to gather her scent, but the body odor of the fat man overpowered everything, ruining it for me.
Bending over to sign the next set of papers, hoping he would shut up, I called the woman’s image to my mind. She’d been sitting when I’d turned around to look at her and let her know that she’d been defeated in her attempt to outbid me. Not that she’d stood a chance. Nobody took something from me. Not once I’d decided I wanted it.
If she weren’t careful, she would find that out firsthand if I decided I wanted her. If that happened, she wouldn’t resist. She would be mine for the evening. Or afternoon. There were plenty of out-of-the-way places in the convention center where I could take her body and make her mine.
And I would enjoy it, too. Above her little indented chin and thick lips were a cute snub nose and the features that had actually managed to ensnare me for a moment. She had two of the biggest, most luminous brown eyes I’d ever seen. They might not be some unusual shade of color, but the sheer life contained within them had startled me. I’d never seen such vibrancy in a human gaze before.
Her feet once again scraped on the concrete. She was approaching slowly, now on my right side, whereas before, she’d been on my left. I bet myself that she fancied herself a predator, stalking me slowly as she approached, lining up for the kill.
Only the human had no idea who she was dealing with. I was Torrent, soon-to-be Prince of the Storm Dragon clan. I was no prey but rather a superior hunter, lying in wait. Enticing her to approach, unaware of the noose she was drawing around her neck.
