Dragon Heat 1 - Dead Sexy Dragon by Lolita Lopez Read Free Book Online

heard of in her
    entire life? And what about the dream last night? Was that
    Stig’s doing? Was he the shadowed man?
    Cora rubbed her face in both hands. This was all so
    complicated. Had Hector known about Stig’s secret?
    Would he have told her? She didn’t know. The bond
    they’d forged at war had seemed unbreakable. Perhaps
    these kinds of secrets fell within the purview of that bond.
    What did she do now? Cora took a good look at the
    trunk and its contents. Everything had changed between
    them. It wasn’t as if they could just pretend none of this
    had ever happened. She would never forget what she’d
    seen. Where did they go from here?
    She sensed the ball was in her court. If she packed up
    her things and left right now, Cora felt certain Stig would
    understand.
    But she didn’t want to leave.
    The realization that she really didn’t care what Stig was
    knocked her for a loop. Whatever his secrets, Cora wanted
    to uncover them, bring them into the light. Once everything
    was on the table, they could move forward. Whether
    they’d move forward as friends or lovers she didn’t know.
    Her hopes were pinned on the latter.
    Cora carefully returned the antique items to the trunk
    and locked it. She gripped the keychain tightly and left his
    room.
    Out in the hall she wavered uncertainly. It was too early
    to sleep but she wasn’t sure if she’d feel comfortable
    watching television in the living room while Stig was
    locked up in a holding cell beneath her. But if they were
    going to make this work—and she had to believe Stig
    wouldn’t have told her about his immortality if he didn’t
    want her in his life—she needed to learn to deal with
    these “phases,” as he put it.
    Her mind settled, Cora traipsed downstairs, got a drink
    of water, and found a cushy spot on the couch. She
    switched on the television and found an amusing reality
    show following a train-wreck celebrity as she navigated
    the dating waters. Although Cora tried to relax, it proved
    impossible. She kept listening for strange sounds and
    imagining all kinds of frightening scenarios.
    Since Stig hadn’t fully explained what exactly these
    phases did to him, she imagined the very worst. Was this a
    Jekyll and Hyde kind of thing or something else entirely?
    She honestly didn’t know and that made it all the more
    difficult. Was the hell he endured down in that holding cell
    the price he paid for immortal life? Was it worth it?
    Her mind swam. She couldn’t think straight. A headache
    started along the back of her head. She supposed her tight
    jaw didn’t help matters any. Maybe television wasn’t such
    a good idea tonight.
    Cora switched off the flat screen and turned off all the
    lights downstairs. She trudged up to the guest room and
    changed into pajamas before heading across the hall to the
    bathroom for her nightly routine. Back in her room, she
    slipped into bed and hugged a pillow. She tried in vain to
    shut down her racing thoughts for the better part of an hour
    before exhaustion finally set in and dragged her into the
    depths of sleep.
    Just as the night before, Cora experienced brilliantly
    vivid dreams. She swam in water so blue and so warm.
    She ran barefoot through the greenest, softest grass. She
    fell back onto a plush lavender-scented bed. The silken
    sheets were so smooth against her naked skin.
    Warm hands grasped her ankles. Lips pressed kisses
    along her calves and traveled along the inner curve of her
    legs. She shivered as the mouth of her phantom lover
    inched closer to her sex. Hands grasped her inner thighs
    and shoved them wide. The tip of a pointed tongue probed
    her folds. She gasped at the delicious invasion.
    Cora tried to reach down and touch her mystery lover’s
    head only to be stopped by the sudden appearance of
    silken bonds capturing her wrists and pinning them
    overhead. Excitement rippled along her spine. This was
    new and forbidden. The forced position of her arms thrust
    her breasts forward. Her