Page 7 of Claimed By the Sinful Dragon
I likeher.And so do you.
She nicknamed you after a dead fictional dragon.Though I was, admittedly, somewhat surprised she was familiar with Tolkien. Presumably one of her pack owned a DVD player and was reckless enough with their energy supply to actually power it.
I’m pretty sure she nicknamedyouafter a dead fictional dragon.
There was no point talking to him when he was in this mood.So keep your thoughts to yourself, lizard.
Not my fault you’re listening in. By the way, the girl’s looking at you like you’ve lost it.
I flicked my gaze to her and scowled when I realized my dragon was right. I wasn’t used to having to worry about my face while I argued with him. She flinched back, lowering her head and looking at me from the corner of her eye, and I blew out an irritated breath and stalked past her.
“Follow me. I’ll show you around.”
She didn’t answer, but the sound of her footsteps followed me along the hallway.
“So you can do what you’re told without argument,” I couldn’t resist goading her. “Interesting.”
“What a boring life you must live, if one little wolfless shifter following you along a hallway seems interesting.”
My dragon’s amusement reverberated through me.She’s funny.
“I prefer it when you’re not speaking,” I told them both.
“Must get quiet here, all on your own,” she said.
“You’d think,” I muttered. I nodded to a door on my left without breaking my stride. “Reception room. Doesn’t get used much, but you’ll keep it gleaming.”
I gestured to the door right next to it, and then the one on the other side of the corridor. “Cloak room. Bathroom—notfor you.”
“What, you expect me to toilet in the yard like a good puppy?”
“You’re talking again. You might want to look to that. You’ll find your own facilities upstairs. Den. Library—don’t touch my books.” I threw a glance back over my shoulder. “You can read?”
She rolled her eyes at me, infuriating creature. Atme.I should whip her for her insolence.
Or spank her.
The image of her face flushed, mouth open in an ‘O’ of surprise as my hand warmed her ass flashed through my mind, and I wasn’t sure it the thought was mine or the dragon’s.
It’s a pleasant one, though, isn’t it?
Shut up, beast.
“I might have been raised by wolves, but I’m not an animal. Yes, I can read.”
“Careful who you’re insulting, girl. Your education is a privilege.” I raked my eyes up and down her. “Such as it is.”
Her face flushed red with humiliation or anger, I couldn’t discern which, and had no interest in finding out—and no interest in comparing it to the image in mydragon’sthoughts of her being spanked.
“Regardless, you will not touch my books.” I jerked my chin at the next door. “Dining hall. You’ll clean it twice a day, as well as serving my meals there.”
She choked on air and I allowed myself a small smile that she couldn’t see. She’d obviously once been someone in her pack—she had too much attitude to have been raised as a no-one—and I doubted she was enjoying her current recalibration. I couldn’t say the same.
“That one’s my study.” I stopped abruptly and turned to glare at her. “If I ever catch you in there, I will flay you alive.”
“Don’t get caught. Check.”
I growled and hardened my glare. “Stay thefuckout of my study.”
