Page 5 of Her Dragon Daddy Disaster
Sarah Detfield. If she thought I could ever have forgotten about her, she was well and truly wrong.
I’d never forgotten about her. Ever. Even five years and eight and a half months ago, she’d stirred something in me, in my dragon. A base desire I’d never felt before or could even pinpoint. Not then, at least. I was too young.
Now, however, it was easy for me to know. To have figured out.
Mate.
The word thundered in my head louder than all the shouting in the little underground room somewhere beneath the White House. It repeated itself over and over again. Had been since my dragon and I had first realized who was standing against the wall.
The pull toward her that I’d felt five years and eight and a half months earlier was now clear.
Mate.
Each repetition drove my dragon a little more berserk with the need to shove the other men in the room aside, to show them who was the strongest, who was the best fit for her. It wasmeand not any of them.
Maybe she’d moved on like she’d claimed, though I was still positive it was a lie. But I would win her back. I would do whatever it took to have her at my side. To be with her again.
Forever.
It wouldn’t be easy, though. She was pissed at me—perhaps rightfully. I’d left abruptly. Without warning. Of course, at the time, I hadn’t expected to ever see her again. I’d tried to convince myself it had just been a fling. A hot-girl, hot-guy summer of lustand carnal desires to fulfill. And fill her I had. Over and over and over.
Anywhere and everywhere. My place. Hers. In the park behind some bushes. The alleyway behind a bar. Rooftops. Basements. Her body had been mine to do with as I pleased.
And please her I had.
I could still hear her orgasms in my ear as I looked at her now, recalling the way her face contorted into that perfect open-mouthedOthat screamed sexual obliteration of her mind.
A smirk replaced my grin as she looked into my eyes and saw what promises they held. Her pupils dilated, her mouth parted ever so slightly, those perfect lips pink and moist.
Ready to wrap around my shaft once more. Her oral fixation had been a much-enjoyed side of her for me. I wondered how long it would be before I saw my shaft disappear into her mouth once more. Could she take any more of it now? I longed to find out.
“Get on the floor!”
“Hands above your head, dragonshit, or I’ll blow your fucking brains out!”
“Do it now! Drop!”
Like glass shattering, Sarah’s shock abruptly wore off and her gun came out at blistering speed to point at me.
“Get on the ground, Levi,” she said calmly. Though she didn’t shout or even raise her voice, it still cut through the background din. I heard perfectly the way she said my name.
“No,” I said, defying her and the others to whom I now turned my gaze. “Put your guns down. I’m not here to hurt anyone.”
Hendricks—Sarah’s boss, I gathered—shook his head. “No way, scale-boy. Not happening. You get your ass down on your knees, fingers interlocked behind your head, and you do it nowbefore we put a bullet in your brain and see if you can learn to obey that way.”
I sighed. “It won’t do anything. Haven’t you people learned anything about us yet?”
“Your head isn’t covered in scales, dipshit,” Hendricks shot back.
“Then you may as well shoot me,” I muttered. “Because I doubt me telling you will make much of a difference now, will it?”
“There isn’t a damn thing you could say that would get me to put my gun down.”
“Care to make a wager about that?” I said, smile slowly spreading once more.
Hendricks’ eyes narrowed, but it was the only thing that betrayed his curiosity.
“Fine,” I said with a theatrically overdone sigh. “You’re so boring.”
