Page 10 of The Dragon and Her Thief
Mythia took her time as she ambled into the room toward her.
Did the dragon shifter place her under a spell?
Kelsey blinked. No. There was no spell or witchcraft involved. The dragon shifter was just hot as hell.
Her hips swayed like a confident goddess.
Kelsey was unable to take her eyes off the woman. This was the closest she had ever been to the shifter, and her mouth went dry.
Kelsey’s gaze moved down to her ample breasts straining against the leather tunic, the swell of them exposed by the low-cut neckline.
Stopping in front of her, Mythia tipped her chin up with a single finger.
The heat blazing in those amber eyes confirmed it.
She was in trouble.
Only, she had a feeling she was going to like it.
“What is your name?” Mythia asked, inhaling the scent of her mate. She had to fight down her dragon as she roared, its magic swirling around inside of her.
“Kelsey.” Her lip trembled slightly. Mythia watched, fascinated, as her pupils dilated. The scent of her arousal was faint, but growing. She inhaled sharply, fighting to keep her fangs from descending.
Yes, her mate was reacting to her.
She wasn’t sure how, since Kelsey was human. She had never heard of a human recognizing their mate.
Or maybe it was her attraction to Mythia revealing itself.
“And what should I do with you, little thief?” She slid her thumb along Kelsey’s bottom lip. Up close, she could see her mate’s true beauty. The woman was a knockout. She had never seen her before, and was surprised, since the town of Saxon Hills was small.
But then again, she didn’t fraternize with the locals often, so how would she have met this young woman?
“Um, let me go?” The hope in Kelsey’s voice was laughable.
Oh, no.
She would never let her go.
“That’s not possible. You’ve broken into my home and were about to take something that doesn’t belong to you.”
“Well, see, that’s the thing. I entered an open door and was looking—”
Mythia placed a single finger on Kelsey’s plump, kissable lips.
Mate.
Claim her.
Dragons were possessive creatures by nature, and would do anything to protect their mate.
Even kill.
“It doesn’t matter how you spin it. You entered my home uninvited, dressed in all black like a…” She trailed off, trying to think of the modern-day term. “A cat burglar.”
“Everyone’s got jokes,” Kelsey muttered.
“Drop the bag,” she ordered. She’d had two days to plan her meeting with her mate, and the punishment that would come along with breaking and entering into the castle.
