Page 4 of Her Fierce Dragon
His nostrils flared. Gripping her hair in his hand, he tilted her head back and slammed his lips to hers. She gasped, giving him the opportunity to slide his tongue inside her mouth. She fisted his shirt in her hands and melted into him. His kiss was open, hot, and dominating. It took her breath away. She lost herself in the kiss and knew that if she didn’t pull back soon, she’d lose all her home training and mount him right there in the bar.
A growl tore from his lips as she pulled back. His hands still entwined in her hair, he kept her face close to his. The sight of a couple making out in a dark corner wouldn’t draw too much attention. They were in a paranormal bar, and finding a little pleasure in a place like this wasn’t out of the ordinary. A few curious looks were cast their way, but Feno’s fierce expression had them turning away.
“What is it?” he growled, his lips brushing against hers.
She released his shirt from her grasp. Her fingers, having a mind of their own, trailed down his abdomen. She had to feel him. His hand gripped hers when she’d made it to the top of his jeans.
“Go any farther, and I’ll lay you out on this table and take you. I wouldn’t give a fuck who was watching.”
Her core clenched at his words.
Get it together, girl, she thought to herself.
“I need your help,” she whispered against his lips.
He drew back slightly and stared into her eyes.
“I was told to find you, that you would be the only person who would be able to help me.”
“You know who I am?” His voice was low, and he continued to stare into her eyes.
The bar could explode, and she wouldn’t be able to tear her attention away from his hazel eyes.
She nodded.
“Do you knowwhatI am?”
She shook her head.
He relaxed a little and released her. “Why would a witch need my help?”
“My grandmother is Delia Moss.”
Recognition flared in his eyes at the mention of her grandmother.
“She’s missing. My coven is blaming me. I need your help in finding her.”
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Feno had to pull back his desire. This was Delia’s fucking granddaughter. His dragon roared as he released her from his hold.
His dragon wanted her. This was a first. His dragon had never been this desperate to have a woman, which could only mean one thing.
Mate.
His eyes widened at the thought.
Could it be?
His cock was pushing painfully against his zipper. He’d meant every word to her about her hand going to his cock. He would have most certainly laid her out on the table and taken her. He ached to plunge his cock deep within her slick pussy. She may be a small witch, but she was powerful. He could tell she would be able to handle his cock with no problem.
If she were his mate, then she would have been made just for him.
Delia’s granddaughter.
Fuck.
Delia was one of the most powerful witches in the world. She was the high priestess of the Lunar Coven. He and Delia had been acquaintances for at least the past century, so Delia knew what he was.
