Page 7 of Her Warrior Dragon
“You’re crazy,” she said. She glanced around, but there was no sign of Jenna in the throng of dancers. Some kind of a best friend she was. “Did you put a spell over me or something?”
“No.” He shook his head. His eyes had yet to leave hers.
She bit her lip. His golden irises mesmerized her.
“I cannot control your thoughts or feelings. It’s destiny. I feel it, too.”
“I’m not a supernatural. I’m just a human.” Faye shook her head. She didn’t have any powers, and destiny certainly didn’t hold anything in store for humans. She was just a regular human, nothing special about her, but his next words stopped her in her tracks.
“Come home with me.”
“I can’t—” she started.
He cut her off with a finger to her lips.
“Please,” he murmured and leaned in close, replacing his finger with his lips.
She melted into the kiss, and all thoughts went out of the window.
“Okay.”
Vander guidedFaye behind him and made his way out of the club. Her smaller hand gripped his tight. They took a few steps to the curb. His car should be pulling up any minute. He didn’t need to use magic to find her. Thanks to social media, he knew where she was going to be tonight. One search of her name, and he’d found her on the popular network, posting where she was going with her friend.
Two days of slumber had allowed his body to heal. The moment he’d awoken, he’d walked straight out of the hospital. Once he had made it to a clearing in the woods, he’d shifted into his magnificent dragon and flown home, high up in the mountains, to plan the claiming of his mate.
He knew she could feel the pull. The way her body responded to his let him know his dragon had been right—she belonged to them.
Drunken partiers spilled out from the club. Faye gripped his arm with both of her hands, and he drew her in close, tucking her into him, just as James, his driver, parked the dark sedan at the curb.
“Come on,” he said, opening the back door for her.
He couldn’t wait to get her to his home, where he could peel the tiny black dress from her curvy body. He climbed into the backseat behind her and shut the door, closing them off from the world. The partition was up, leaving them completely alone. Their bodies rocked gently with the car moving away from the curb.
“Wow,” she murmured, looking around the inside before her gaze settled on his eyes.
The interior was dark, but his dragon sight allowed him to see her. The car made a turn, and her body fell and bumped into his.
His dragon roared for them to take her. His fingers itched with the need to have her in his arms.
“Sorry,” she mumbled.
He shifted his arm and tucked her into his side, and her small hand settled on his chest. He held his breath; her petite fingers danced along the buttons of his shirt. He turned his head and breathed out, settling his chin on the top of her head, then breathed in her scent. It was addicting.
Her fingers trailed their way down his abdomen. His cock jumped to attention at the temptation of her fingers. When she reached his belt and undid the buckle, he threaded his fingers through her thick mane and eased her head back. She gasped, and he covered her mouth with his.
He had wanted to wait until they got back to his place, where he could lay her out across his oversized bed. The feel of her fingers diving beneath his boxer briefs took his breath away; her hand found its way to his hardened length.
He growled against her lips. She moved her hand up and down his cock. Vander scooped her up and placed her across his lap, his hands disappearing beneath her dress. They met the little scrap of material that was supposed to be her panties. The sound of material ripping filled the air as he tore it away, freeing her body.
Her mouth found his again in a frantic kiss. He didn’t know how she’d managed to pull his cock out, but she did. His sexy little nurse was filled with fire, and he loved it.
She hovered above him, and he lined the head of his cock at her soaked entrance. He groaned, the proof of her readiness coating the tip of his length. The car jerked, hitting a pothole, and sent her sliding down onto him, hard.
“Oh God,” she screamed, wrapping her arms around him.
Vander cursed beneath his breath at the feel of her tightness gripping him. Her walls held on to him, and he gripped her ass tight and said every prayer he knew to keep from blowing early.
He had to move.
