Page 17 of Her Fierce Dragon
Willow nodded, too choked up with emotion, and she stared out at the group. Tears flooded her eyes, but she hastily wiped them away and smiled.
She turned at the sound of the patio door opening behind. Feno stepped through the door, a fierce scowl on his face.
“What’s going on out here?” he growled.
His power hit her, and he came to stand behind her. He wrapped his strong arm around her and pulled her to him.
“This is Sunny and her coven,” she advised him. She turned in his arms so she could face him. “Her coven is here in support of me.”
“But why are you crying? I felt the ache in my chest that could only be you.” He tore his intense gaze from the people in the yard, but it softened when he looked down at her.
“They’re tears of joy. They believe me,” she whispered, leaning her head against his broad chest. Relief filled her at the thought that the local witch coven believed her.
“I knew they would.” He rested his chin on top of her head.
“Feno Kelmyar, we are at her disposal. Please, let us know how we can help.”
“Spread the word of her power and that she spoke the truth. There’s a traitor in her coven. Someone who wants to tear them apart and destroy Delia. We need everyone’s eyes open. My brother is reaching out to the wolf shifters as we speak to notify them that rogues are present in Westwend. That’s who we believe took Delia.”
“Acting on whose orders?” Daire questioned.
Willow turned back around to face the group. “That’s what I plan to find out.”
“My brother wants to meet us,”Feno informed Willow.
He watched her get dressed. He took note of the small bag she had. She didn’t travel with much luggage, and he wanted to remedy that. He would take her shopping to ensure she had clothes. The dragon in him wanted to make sure their mate didn’t want for anything.
“Did he find something out?” She pulled her dress over her head.
Her smooth skin called to him, and he couldn’t stay away from her any longer. His feet carried him to stand behind her. She fussed with her hair. The scent of her entered his nostrils, and he brought her to him. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, drawing in the faint lavender aroma of her shower gel.
“Feno, I asked you a question.”
Her giggles filled the air. He loved the sound of her laughter and tightened his grip on her. Pushing his hips toward her caused her laughter to die out, and she met his gaze in the mirror.
“Feno.” Her voice was breathless.
His hands disappeared beneath her dress.
“The alpha gave Vander some information,” he said against her neck.
His fingers dove beneath her panties. She gasped; his fingers parted her plump lips.
“What did he tell your brother?” Her eyes closed.
He massaged her little bundle of nerves. Her body trembled in his arms, and he quickened the pace of his finger against her sensitive flesh.
“The alpha had already been alerted to the presence of rogues.” He nipped the exposed skin of her shoulder.
A shudder passed through her body.
“And?” she gasped.
He dipped his fingers deep in her pussy, drawing her wetness out and toward her clitoris. He reached up with the other hand and freed her plump breast.
They should be leaving to go meet his brother, but he had something else more important in his hands right now.
His mate.
