Fainting is a perfectly appropriate response to being confronted by a huge dragon—right?
While humans have been marked for and by the dragons for centuries, they do not know dragons exist. So, tattoo artist and dragon shifter Duncan Strannach faces a unique problem when he scents his very human mate.
Kerry Jo Watson cannot understand the insane attraction she feels to this muscle-bound, broody, and clearly dominant man. She came here to get a tattoo checked, not lust over the artist—or get a job as his receptionist. She’s determined to not get involved with the boss.
Duncan needs Kerry’s submission of her own free will, and it kills him to keep his distance. The “I turn into a fire-breathing dragon” revelation tends to wreak havoc on a relationship, not to mention the décor. In the end, it’s all rather simple. They’re dragon mates, and when Kerry accepts the dominance of her Sir, magic happens.
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“We might be stuck here now,” she said.
Duncan laughed, shifted his long frame on the floor, and continued to rock the precious cargo in the chair.
“With that view, I don’t mind at all.”
He winked at Kerry, and a soft giggle was his reward.
“Seriously, my sweet, I did not expect you to be such a natural. Dragon babies, in particular, can be difficult to handle.”
“Poppycock. Dragon or not—well, any species really, I expect—babies are much the same. They want love, milk, and to be held close. Meet those basic needs and you can’t go far wrong. Besides, smoke rings and fire notwithstanding, he’s adorable.”
Duncan laughed and shrugged.
“Aye, I dinnae count on his unpredictability when I decided to bring you here.” He sobered when she wrinkled up her little nose and simply looked at him.
“So, you didn’t intend to tell me about the whole dragon part then?”
Duncan reared back, and she swallowed nervously as flames surrounded him.
“Of course I did. Count yourself lucky you’re holding that baby, or I’d put you over my knee right now for assuming that I wouldn’t.” He paused at her sharp intake of breath and grinned. “I seem to recall I owe you a spanking already for your sass, so I dare say Miri will
not be the only one not sitting comfortably tomorrow.”
His amusement increased upon witnessing her reaction. While her brows drew together in a frown and she shook her head at him, she also squirmed on the chair and he could smell her arousal.
“Then again, that’s no doubt what my wee subbie needs. Tell your Sir how wet you’re getting at the mere thought of being draped over my knee while I spank that luscious ass.”
“I’m not…that is…” Kerry wisely stopped protesting when he quirked an eyebrow at her. Duncan stopped rocking the chair, tapped her feet, and when she obediently opened them, ran his hand slowly up her bare leg. Maddock stirred, and he resumed rocking the chair while inching ever closer to the wet heat between her legs. A gasp escaped his sweet Kerry when he reached the juncture of her thighs and swiped one long finger through her puffy labia.
“Well, what have we here?” He dropped his voice on purpose and was rewarded by a shuddery exhale when he flicked her clit, then withdrew his hand. His digits glistened with her juices. He made a big show of studying his fingers, and Kerry’s breathing grew labored.
He proceeded to lick her sweet musk off them, not once breaking eye contact with her.
“You’re not playing fair, Sir.” Her whispered protest made him laugh, and he shook his head.
“Of course I’m not. That’s half the fun of it all, after all.”
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