Page 5 of Her Fierce Dragon
“Who sent you to me?” he asked, trying to keep his mind off his cock plunging deep within his little witch.
His little witch.
His fingers couldn’t stay away from her dark, thick locks. The silkiness of her strands reminded him of the silk sheets that lay on his bed. Silk sheets that he wanted to feel wrapped around his and his little witch’s naked bodies.
A bed he would kill to be able to see her lying naked in and spread out on right now. His cock jumped.
Shit.
“They’re trying to banish me from the coven, and I refuse to go without a fight.” Her wide eyes were pleading with him.
He sensed that what she spoke was the truth. If Delia was in trouble, he knew that her younger brother would be the one to come to him for help.
“Delia told me that she was raising her granddaughter, who would be her heir. Why would they banish you for her disappearance?”
“Because they want the power of our coven, and without me there, the other elders could have it. It belongs to my family. My grandmother and her mother started that coven, and I’ll be damned if they take it away from us.” The fury that burned in her eyes depicted that this little witch was not to be taken lightly.
He knew he had demanded for his mate to show herself. If it had been that easy, he would have demanded it a long time ago. He tipped her chin to bring her eyes back to his.
“Don’t worry, little witch. We’ll get Delia back. This I promise you,” he murmured.
Relief flooded her features, and she smiled. His heart sped up at the sight.
His dragon was right.
She was his.
He’d be damned if anything happened to her grandmother. As her mate, he would protect her with his life. Everything he had would be hers. A dragon lived to please their mate, and he would start by finding Delia for her.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Unable to resist, he covered her mouth with his again. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. Her small tongue was bold in meeting his, and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. The smell of her arousal assaulted his senses, and he knew his little witch was ready for him.
“That’s a hot little piece you got there,” a voice slurred in front of their table.
Feno growled, tore his mouth from Willow’s, and turned to the idiot. A sadistic grin spread across his face as he took in the drunkard, and by the smell of him, he was a wolf shifter. Tonight was his lucky night. It looked like he was going to get both of his wishes granted.
“It’s not worth it,” Willow pleaded. She pulled on his arm to no avail.
He stood from the table and towered over the shifter. The shifter apparently had one too many and didn’t even shrink back from Feno.
“She’s mine,” he growled low, his power rolling off him in waves.
Wide eyes around the room took in the confrontation. He stood in front of the wolf. The noise of the crowd instantly faded; they anticipated what would happen. Some of the wolf shifter’s buddies, who looked just as wasted as their friend, milled around the pair. Feno wasn’t worried at all. He could take all of them on without breaking a sweat.
“How do you get to come in here claiming women? Last month you came in here and left with two. Give some of us a chance with the fuckable whores,” the drunk hollered, motioning to Willow.
Willow gasped. That was not what his mate needed to hear, but he would explain that to her later.
He cocked back his fist and slammed it into the shifter’s jaw.
Willow followedbehind the bouncers that were dragging Feno and the shifter out of the bar. She was pleased that he felt the need to defend her honor, but it wasn’t necessary to do it with such violence. She knew shifters could be a brutal bunch, but to see it in person, she could do nothing but shake her head.
It took two large, burly men to drag Feno out the back door, while the other guards had taken the other men out the front door. Four men had tried to jump Feno, but it was he who was the victor.
He was impressive, and her heart raced at the sight of him fighting four large shifters.
“Get out of here,” one of the bouncers yelled. They pushed him out the door and into the back alley.
