Page 4 of Prince of Storms
I didn’t know what her plan was or why she was approaching. She’d been sitting next to an older gentleman who had a similar chin, marking him likely as her father. It seemed doubtful she’d left his side to come to beg me to bend her over and rail her until she came all over my thick shaft. Regardless of her reasons, I knew she wouldn’t get her way. Not with me. Dragons didn’t relent to humans. Especially not royalty.
When silence reigned for several seconds, I glanced at the glossy black panel of the car I’d just bought. I’d already forgotten its make, but the sleek, powerful lines bespoke a good ride, and I’d decided it would be the perfect augmentation to the collection I was building. Now, however, I used its pristine condition to catch a glimpse of her in the reflection.
She was shorter than I’d thought and a little thicker as well, with some real hips to her that stirred my cock. From a fucking reflection. I snarled silently, trying to regain control.
“Is everything okay, sir?” the little man asked.
“Fine,” I rumbled, the thunder coming closer now, portending a storm soon to hit if he didn’t get things over and done with.
The woman in the reflection took a step toward me again, then another, her thick thighs swaying from side to side. I stifled another growl. I liked what I saw, but it didn’t matter. I wouldn’t let myself be distracted. I was on Earth to find my mate. Not get distracted by any attractive woman who passed by. I had to keep my priorities intact. My realm might be stable for the moment, but the longer I spent without a mate, the more the skies would darken over Storm Keep.
Not to mention, the more time I spent on Earth, the more likely trouble would arise. Family was tricky like that.
No, I would find my mate, assuming the Prince of Fire was right, and the other dragon heirs would find their mates on Earth as he had, and then we would return to Storm Keep. It still sounded crazy to think I would find a mate among humans, but like Ember, the Fire Prince, I was not smitten with any of the female dragons I’d come across. My Eternal Mate would not be found among them.
Which meant I had to focus on finding her on Earth. Not the timid little thing who was approaching from the rear.
“Last signature,” the man—I didn’t know nor care to find out his name—said, pointing a sausage-like finger at a blank line.
I leaned down, taking the proffered pen and preparing to put ink to paper.
At that moment, she stepped forward, abandoning her timidity for a second. My hand paused, and a sly grin spread over my face as she cleared her throat.
“Excuse me,” she said, interrupting me before I could sign for the car.
I moved the tip of the pen, mere fractions of an inch above the paper, reveling in how I was tormenting the woman and the man simultaneously. One desperately wanted me to sign, and while I wasn’t sure about the other, I was developing a hunch on what she wanted.
“Yes?” I said gruffly, curious as to how she would react.
“Um, could I talk to you, please?”
She wasn’t quite what I would have termed as meek. There was a hint of spine in her voice, but what truly got me was the end of her request. When someone spoke to me with manners like that, I felt all but honor bound to respect that. Even to a human.
So, I stood up, absolutely basking in the look of face-melting disappointment on the money-man’s face.
“Yes?” I asked again in a much kinder, more formal voice as I turned around and met her gaze.
“Uhh,” she stammered, her face slowly turning from pale white to red.
I watched her body, grinning as her nipples appeared under her shirt and pressed through the material. In her chest, I could hear the beat of her heart fly up the scale. My eyes roamed down her short, compact frame, noting the large swell of her breasts. The woman had curves all around, hidden as they were under the loose ripped jeans and plain black halter top.
My cock swelled, straining against my suit pants for her. Awareness that I wasn’t the only one reacting to the presence of the other flooded me at the same time that electricity sparked in my right hand. I closed the palm tight, hoping no one had seen it.
Control yourself. Now.
I took a deep breath to try and calm myself.
Big mistake.
The first hint of her arousal flooded my nose, and I nearly went berserk at the sweaty, heady aroma, my mouth watering instantly with an intense desire to taste her. I wanted to lap at her sweet-smelling pussy, taking her in with my tongue, while my ears were delighted by the sounds of her moans as she came all over me.
I hadn’t expected her to bethattantalizing. It was more work than I thought to collect myself and listen to her question.
“I, ah, that is, about the car you just bought. I was wondering, would you, um, consider selling it?”
My eyebrows rose. Now we were talking money. I had something else to focus on to calm myself. Not only was it money, butmymoney. I’d been right in my initial assumption that it was the car that had brought her down to talk to me.
“If you wanted it,” I said, letting my voice flow over her, “then you should probably have offered to pay more for it, no?”
