A Dragon's Heart by Jana Leigh, Willow Brooke Read Free Book Online

majestic eggplant effect. His mane flowed down its back in thick waves with the same alluring coloring. Instead of running like a sensitive human being would do, she stepped closer, cautiously walking up beside it.
    Drakk and Jex both groaned as the others snickered. “That’s Brak. He prefers being in his dragon over human form.” Aislinn’s brow furrowed in curiosity. From her standpoint, she understood why. He was mesmerizing. Her hand reached up slowly, brushing against his solid scales. Brak snorted a puff of air and sniffed, startling her, but he didn’t back away. She slowly walked around him, examining the sharp spade of his tail and course silkiness of his mane. When she rounded back to stand in front of him, he lowered his head, and smiled. His sharp teeth gleamed in the light and made her giggle. “I can see why. It’s nice to meet you, Brak.”
    “The pleasure is all mine,” he said in a low rumble. This time, she did jump.
    “Y-y-you talk,” she stammered.
    “Of course. What did you expect, fire to shoot out of my mouth?” Even as he tried to talk quietly, his voice vibrated through the cavern.
    Her eyebrow arched. “Actually, yes.” Aislinn couldn’t help but be infatuated with the beast. Before he could protest, she had grabbed a handful of his mane and hoisted herself up on his back. He raised up, loving the chance to irk Drakk and Jex. From the lethal glares they were shooting in his direction, it worked. He stood, raising her up in the stalactites that grew down from the tall cave ceiling. He would never admit it, but she was the first human ever to ride on his back. The other females he had bedded hadn’t been keen on his true form. After he was done with them, he had compelled them to forget, leaving only memories of him human.
    Aislinn couldn’t help but giggle. From this vantage point, the massive men looked like tiny little midgets. “This is awesome! You should see the view from up here!”
    “Enough! Get her down now!” Drakk roared. Jex held back a laugh, basking in victory. He was jealous. He could deny the pull all he wanted, but his actions spoke volumes. The big, bad, fearless leader had a soft spot, and he was going to use it against him any chance he got.
    “Leave her alone, Drakk. It looks to me like she is enjoying straddling something big,” he mumbled where only they could hear. Once the words left his mouth, he realized he felt the same twinge of jealousy. “If you want to ride a real dragon, I’ll show you a good time, baby.” Drakk punched him, jolting him backwards. Before an all out rumble broke loose, Gandore stepped in.
    “Enough. Brak get her down. Now! You two—” he pointed to Jex and Drakk, “Cool it.” Drakk grumbled something on the lines of him being leader, and Gandore cut him off before he got a chance to pull that card.
    “Then act like it. We have work to do.”
    Brak lowered her to the ground reluctantly. It had been so long since a human had admired his true form. He didn’t feel romantically toward her, but he did see the beginning of a friendship. Once her feet were firmly on the ground, he walked around the corner and shifted, tossing on a pair of jeans before he returned. Her expression was enough stroke to his ego.
    Aislinn hadn’t expected his hair and eyes to match the unique coloring of his dragon but thought it best not to voice her opinion. All of the men were magnificent. She should be scared, but amusement trumped her reality card ten-fold.
    Gandore didn’t wait for the group of goons and sat in front of the row of computer screens. “Look.” The others crowded around, examining each monitor carefully.
    “Son of a bitch. This can’t be…can it?” Peyon said in disbelief. Anger rose in his chest.
    “It gets worse.” Gandore pointed to a spreadsheet and read it aloud. “It’s documentation that we aren’t the only ones, boys. Here is the last known location of six other clans. Who knows how many others are out