Page 5 of Her Warrior Dragon
His dragon stood at attention. She moved away from him. It wanted her near him again.
“All done, Mister…wait, what is your name?”
“Vander,” he answered with another grimace. The pain was kicking in for real now. He drew in a deep breath and blew it out, trying to fight the draw to sleep. His body was now telling him he would need to rest. The healing slumber would draw him into a deep, undisturbed stasis, which would allow his body to heal on its own.
“Mr. Van—” she started.
He cut her off with a raised hand. He needed to hear her say his name. The animal in him rumbled deep in his chest.
“My surname is Kelmyar, but you can call me by my given name, Vander.” His eyes locked on hers, waiting to hear her say it.Soon, he promised himself,she will be screaming my name. He couldn’t wait for that moment. But, for now, he needed to rest. He would need to be in top shape for when he had her.
“Vander, please, let me help you back into the bed,” she insisted, a worried look plastered on her face.
Sweat poured down his face, and he figured she was probably worried he would pass out or something. He nodded, knowing when to admit to defeat.
He released a hiss; she gently grabbed his legs to help swing them back into the bed, then pulled the blankets over him. He took a few deep breaths, trying to slow his racing heart.
“Get some rest.” She patted his hand gently.
He grabbed her hand when she moved to turn away.
“There’s room for one more in here,” he offered with his winning smile. Women usually flocked to him when he offered‘the smile.’No woman could resist the Vander charm.
“You’re persistent, aren’t you?” She tilted her head to the side. Her eyes took him in, quickly sweeping the entire bed before meeting his.
He was having a hard time keeping his eyes open; the healing slumber was upon him.
“I see something that I want, I go after it,” he mumbled, his eyes drooping.
“Well, in this position, honey, you wouldn’t be able to handle me.”
He smiled. Sleep overcame him. God, he loved her sass. Wait until he healed properly, she wouldn’t know what hit her. Vander, The Warrior, was going to go after his woman, but for now, he would sleep.
It was finally the weekend,and Jenna had dragged Faye out to the club she had been dying to go to. Faye followed closely behind Jenna who pulled her to the bar. Jenna’s curly blonde hair flowed down her back and bounced with the sway of her body as she bopped her head to the song playing. Faye smiled at her friend. Jenna was a person who enjoyed a good time and made sure that Faye did, too. She always complained that Faye worked too much and didn’t relax enough. They had been best friends since junior high and were as close as sisters.
Jenna was determined to make sure Faye had a good time, and after working all the shifts that she had been working, she had no intention of resisting. She didn’t even remember the name of the club they were in, but that didn’t matter. Jenna knew the bouncer, and he let them in with no wait.
Popular music blared through the speakers, and the dance floor was packed with bodies, grinding against each other in sync with the beat. They finally made their way to the bar and found two seats.
“What do you want? My treat!” Jenna shouted in her ear.
“Whatever! It doesn’t matter!” Faye shouted back.
Jenna nodded and waved to get the bartender’s attention. Faye rotated her chair so she could people-watch. Sometimes, it was her favorite part of going out. Watching sloppy drunk people try to dance always gave her hours of entertainment.
“Here!” Jenna handed her a double shot of a clear liquid. Her friend knew her well.
Vodka.
“Thanks!” Faye mouthed. With the blaring music her friend wouldn’t be able to hear her.
“Girls’ night out!” Jenna shouted and held her glass in the air.
“Hear, hear!” Faye smiled.
Their glasses clinked together in honor of their first night out in a while, before they both tipped back their drinks.
Faye winced slightly at the burning sensation of the cool drink. She was ready to relax and have a good time.
