Crouching Tigress Horny Dragon (Fire Mates #3) by Lexxie Couper Read Free Book Online Page B

when she was responding to him with such fierce desire. Not when she felt so perfect against him.
    Squeezing her arse cheeks harder, he tore his lips from hers and rained a slew of greedy nips over her throat.
    She moaned, rolling her head as she ground the curve of her sex to his engorged dick. “I…I…this…can’t fight…so good…”
    Her panted words caressed him, feeding the fire building inside him.
    A prickling rush of concentrated pleasure swept over him. He dragged his lips up to her ear, nipping her earlobe with gentle pressure before capturing the side of her throat and branding her with suction.
    She cried out, arching into him, her nails scoring lines over his shoulder. “Oh God. Oh God, Ryan…I need…I need you…inside—”
    “Hey?” a shout—full of shocked disbelief—shattered the silence around them. “What the hell are you two doing?”
    With a gasp, Deanne jerked away him.
    For a terrifying moment, the dragon Ryan was deafened him, fighting for release, furious at the interruption, hell-bent on destroying it.
    He staggered under the force of its power, struggling to contain the shift before it could begin. Stumbled sideways, eyes squeezed shut, hands clawing at his head.
    Shit. Shit.
    “Deanne,” he rasped, her frantic confusion and panic lashing at him in wild waves. “Deanne, you need…you need to—”
    Something hard smashed up into his jaw. Something beyond human in its strength. Something that detonated pain in his head unlike any other he’d experienced and lifted him off his feet, sending him arcing through the air.
    “I’m not a fucking dragon,” he heard Deanne growl, a heartbeat before an invisible wall of incinerating heat propelled him faster through emptiness and he crashed into the hard, cold ground.
    Excruciating agony blasted through him as the bones in his shoulder snapped. The world turned to red pain, to icy agony.
    Oh God , Deanne’s thoughts whirled through his head. I can’t be a dragon. It’s not possible. It’s not…
    And then there was nothing.

Chapter 4
    S he ran. Faster than she’d ever run before. Naked but far from cold, she ran from the park, from the shouting man who’d interrupted them, from Ryan.
    Ryan, whom she’d somehow driven upward and backward with a single punch. Ryan, whom she’d somehow propelled through the air with nothing but…but…
    But what?
    She didn’t know. All she knew was she’d never been more uncertain about anything in her life.
    Something had surged from her as Ryan rose through the air, an invisible ball of heat fed by her confusion and fear and rage.
    Whatever that something had been, it had struck him and impelled him away from her as if he were nothing more than a plastic bag.
    How had she done that? She’d never been able to do anything like that before. Sure, she was stronger than she looked, but that…
    Increasing her speed, not wanting to acknowledge what her brain was telling her—that she was running faster than humanly possible—she weaved her way through the dense grove of trees on the far side of the clearing.
    Would the man who’d shouted at them chase after her? Would he go to Ryan? Or would he run away as well?
    Ryan. You need to go back to Ryan. You need to—
    She killed the feverish thought.
    Any thought of the Australian was off-limits. Not until she located Julian. She needed answers, and there were none to be found when she was near Ryan.
    All there was when she was near Ryan was an intoxicating need to hold him, touch him, kiss him…exist with him…
    Fly with him…
    Deanne stumbled, a choked sob bursting from her. She stopped, resting her palms on her knees as she sucked in breath after deep breath.
    Fly with him? What the hell was wrong with her?
    The invisible tug on her belly, her soul, told her exactly what was wrong with her. Whatever the Australian had done to her, she was going to stop it. Her father would know what was going on. Julian was somewhere in Chicago, tracking a