Page 31 of Fire Dragon
“You are beautiful, Emma. Lovely. Logan did not speak highly enough. I’m delighted you came.”
She loved Ethan’s look. He was taller than her. Always a plus. He wore a black shimmery coat, probably silk, and black leather pants. A black t-shirt completed a stylish yet casual and totally sexy look. Very vampire.
He had straight black hair which he wore combed back at the crown. Attractive strands of his hair draped on either side of his face. He had light blue eyes, a narrow nose, strong brows, full lips and looked like a model. He was gorgeous.
He handed her the old-fashioned.
She couldn’t take her eyes off him.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew he was seducing her very slowly and carefully, but she loved it. She was a totally willing participant.
He led her to a table in the shadows. She settled into the chair he pulled out for her then eased into a chair next to hers, almost a slither. He then draped his arm across the back of hers.
The guitars continued to play but very much in the background. She felt cocooned with him. She wondered if he’d created the effect.
She heard the familiar hissing-sniffing sound, this time coming from him, as he drew close to her neck.
“You should drink.” He spoke the words aloud, but they resonated within her mind as well.
Yes, she definitely should drink.
She took a long swig of the old-fashioned then another. “Order me a second?”
“Anything for you, Emma.” Her name was a quiet murmur on his lips.
His arm came up and the waiter was right there. He spoke softly. Emma loved that. No posturing or showing off.
When he turned back to her, he smiled. She saw the tips of his fangs and desire rolled through her in a heavy wave.
She knew a number of vampires in Blue Lake South. A couple of the riders were even part vampire, part dragon and of course mostly human.
“You have beautiful hair, Emma.” Her name again. It had a possessive sound. Was he claiming her in some way? “It smells of lilac. Lovely.” He pushed her hair away from her shoulder clearing a path to her throat.
Would he drink from her here? In public?
But as she glanced around her, it was as though they were hidden from view or maybe it was just an illusion.
The whisky in the old-fashioned began to ease through her veins. She drank a little more, then a little more until the second was gone.
Another replaced it.
She drank. She felt wonderful. This was Ethan, a friend of Logan’s, she was safe.
She was ready and oh, so willing.
Maybe tonight she could start living again, start dating and having a good time, stop hoping for the impossible to happen.
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Liam got the call just after he’d finished a filet mignon at the hotel bar. He’d had three shots of a fine Scottish single malt import and was ready for the fourth when a vibration hit his telepathy.
It had the feel of something very long-distance.
Shit. There was trouble.
Liam here.
Hey, bro.
