Page 2 of Her Fierce Dragon
Brick?Oh yeah, the bear shifter bouncer. The name described him to a T. A year ago, Feno was involved in a brawl, and his fist had landed in the bear shifter’s face. It felt as if Feno had punched a brick wall.
“Well, keep the drinks coming, and I’ll see if I can oblige good ol’ Brick.” Feno picked up his first drink and knocked the double shot back.
She smiled and shook her head. Another customer snagged her attention. He grabbed his other drink and turned.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention. Someone was watching him. He slowly leaned back against the bar, as if casually enjoying himself. But his dragon was on alert.
His gaze moved around the room, assessing the large bar. Shifters of every kind were enjoying themselves. A few card games were in the works, and the pool tables had quite a crowd around them. The atmosphere was electric. He could practically smell the arousal from the human women trying to catch themselves a shifter.
Feno wasn’t interested in hooking up with a human. He wasn’t sure how his brother had mated with Faye without hurting her.
His gaze roamed around, and he gave up on the notion of starting a fight. People were enjoying themselves, so who was he to ruin someone’s night?
He moved on to plan B.
Searching for a suitable female. He briefly thought about turning around and asking Jewels but quickly tossed that idea out. He didn’t want to ruin the relationship they already had. Some relationships should be left how they were.
He continued to peruse the room, bringing his glass to his lips. Taking a sip of the cool alcohol, he met the eyes of a small female sitting off by herself. Her dark hair tumbled over her shoulders, and her majestic eyes seemed to glow in the darkened corner.
Their eyes connected, and his dragon stood at attention. Feno sputtered; his drink slid down the wrong pipe. He coughed a few times, cursing, and tried to swallow to clear his throat.
What the hell?
He looked back at the female and saw her watching him with a curious tilt of her head. Her eyebrow was arched, as if to ask if he was okay.
“You need some water?” Jewels’ voice appeared behind him.
“I’m good,” he croaked out then cleared his throat again.
The shifter beside him turned to stare at him, but Feno glared, so he turned back to his conversation with the male on his other side.
“Give me another one, Jewels,” he requested. This time, his voice was stronger and back to normal.
“Coming up,” she quipped and sashayed off.
He glanced back over at the female and found her eyes still on him. The sensual tilt to her lips had his cock hardening.
Bingo.
He turned as Jewels dropped off his drink.
“Thanks, Jewels.” He reached into his pants for his wallet. He slapped a hundred dollar bill on the counter for her.
“You always tip me well.” She chuckled, taking the bill.
They’d had the argument plenty of times about his over-the-top tips. He had plenty of money and didn’t mind. He’d done enough destruction in the bar, so it was the least he could do.
He grabbed his glass and made his way to the dark corner where the female still kept her eyes trained on him. Getting closer to her, he could see how small she was. His dragon pushed him to move faster.
“Slow down. What’s the rush?”he asked his beast.
He arrived next to the table, only to find that she wasn’t a female shifter. He would be able to smell it on her. But he knew she wasn’t human by the way her eyes glowed.
A witch.
A powerful one. He sensed her strength and power.
“You know it’s rude to stare at someone.” He crossed his arms over his massive chest while hanging on to his drink.
