Page 1 of Her Fierce Dragon
His dragon huffedat the amount of clouds in the dark sky as he coasted through the night. It kept him from being able to appreciate the twinkles of the stars in the midnight expanse. Flying relaxed his dragon.
Feno Kelmyar was a very jealous dragon shifter at the moment. His brother, Vander, had found his mate, completed the mating ritual, and was now expecting his first child. Dragons waited their entire lives for the day they would find that one special someone they would spend an eternity with. Not that he wasn’t happy for his brother, he was. He even liked Faye, Vander’s mate, but Feno’s dragon was growing impatient.
Where is she?
He demanded for her to present herself now.
Whoever she was.
Feno wanted to blow off some of this frustration and knew of a certain bar that catered to paranormals. He changed direction, heading toward Westwend. He knew he could get into a good fight tonight.
That’s what he needed—a chance to fuck someone or something up.
His dragon growled in agreement. He, too, was desperate to find their mate, and since that was not happening at this exact moment, kicking some ass would do.
He picked up his speed, anxious to get to the bar. He’d have a drink or three and see what mischief he could get into. Once the city came into view, he used his magic to keep people from seeing his massive dragon.
Dragon shifters were one of the most powerful shifters of all the paranormal world. They kept to themselves, not wanting to reveal that they existed. They were strong fighters of the human race, and those of the paranormal world. A dragon shifter only allowed those he trusted to know of their power and true nature.
Feno found a safe place a few blocks away from his destination to land his massive beast. He pulled back on his animal, allowing the shift to occur and his human self to come forward. He waved a hand, and his clothes magically appeared, covering his naked flesh. He was sure it would cause a ruckus if he went into the bar naked.
The human males would certainly be jealous of the size of his cock.
He chuckled as he walked to the bar. He desired a good stiff drink. If there were no opponents who would be worthy of a fight, maybe he would find a female to relieve his frustration in other ways. Finding release in the carnal sense wouldn’t take away all his frustrations at not finding his mate, but it sure would lighten the load he carried between his legs.
It was a Friday night, and the streets were lined with people going out to their favorite bars and hangouts. Westwend was a town that had a heavy mixture of humans and paranormals. He stalked down the street, and the glint in his eyes or the pure size of him meant every person moved out of his way.
He grunted, glad he didn’t have to say a word. Though not many knew what he was, they would feel his power radiating from him. Certain paranormals did cast a curious glance his way, not knowing what he was, but they at least knew to stay the hell out of his way.
He arrived at the bar and threw the door open. The security guard, a bear shifter, standing inside the doorway, stood a few inches shorter than Feno. The guard’s eyes narrowed on Feno as he walked toward him, blocking his way.
“We’re going to have a good night tonight, right, Feno?” he asked.
“I’m just here for a good time.” Feno grinned. He was sure his animal was burning bright in his eyes, but he wouldn’t push it down.
Never.
“Let’s keep it that way. I don’t feel like breaking up a bar brawl. Have a few drinks and relax tonight.”
Feno grunted and brushed past the bear shifter, making sure his shoulder connected. He headed straight to the bar, where a seat immediately became available. He eyed the group and took a seat. No one in the crowd tonight even seemed worthy of his fist.
Feno was used to attention, due to his size. Humans never knew what to make of him and were always stinking of fear, but paranormals always stared in awe at the power they detected.
“Hey, Feno,” Jewels, the bartender, greeted him. She was a curvy wolf shifter.
She was sweet on him, and it was too bad his dragon didn’t like her. She would be a good mate, but he could only mate with the female who his dragon found to be their destined half.
“Hey, Jewels.” He tossed her his winning smile.
She strolled over to him.
“Same as always?” She leaned toward him and smiled. Her short, pixie blonde hair was perfect for her small face. The other patrons at the bar practically drooled on the counter if she paid them attention.
“You know me so well.” He nodded, turned, and took in the bar. It was crowded, and he was searching for a worthy opponent for tonight.
“You know, Brick isn’t going to put up with you tearing up the bar tonight,” Jewels said, coming back with two drinks.
He turned toward her. She placed them down in front of him.
