Dragon Romance: Dragon Fire (Paranormal Shapeshifter Hero Protector Firefighter Romance) (Fantasy Shifter Werewolf BBW Pregnancy Women’s Fiction Short Stories)

Dragon Romance: Dragon Fire (Paranormal Shapeshifter Hero Protector Firefighter Romance) (Fantasy Shifter Werewolf BBW Pregnancy Women’s Fiction Short Stories) by Emma Taylor Read Free Book Online

Book: Dragon Romance: Dragon Fire (Paranormal Shapeshifter Hero Protector Firefighter Romance) (Fantasy Shifter Werewolf BBW Pregnancy Women’s Fiction Short Stories) by Emma Taylor Read Free Book Online
Authors: Emma Taylor
already shaking himself free of the other girl, flashing her a hurried smile and nod before making his way over to me. She doesn’t seem to mind, she simply resumes dancing by herself with a group of girls who must be her friends.
    I step away from the man behind me, but he keeps a grip on my waist. I roll my eyes with a heavy sigh. I’m not in the mood for this right now, that’s for sure. I turn around to deal with him, but find myself being dragged backwards by wanting hands. The other guy lets go of me with a begrudging look.
    I look up over my shoulder to see him. He’s staring down at me with hunger in his eyes. We begin dancing immediately, his hands roving all over my body.
    “Fancy seeing you here again,” he whispers in my ear, sending violent shivers down my spine. My body actually twitches in his arms, and he lets out a low laugh, warm breath fanning against the skin of my neck. I think again of the way his mouth felt on me.
    “I wanted to find you again,” I whisper back, turning my face so that I’m speaking in his ear. “I wanted to know if last night was real.”
    “Whatever do you mean?” His voice sounds delicious so close to my ear.
    “The way you made me feel,” I say, my breath hitching in my chest as memories flood my mind. “What you did to me.”
    “Hmmm . . .” he lets out a guttural hum which vibrates from his throat as he brushes his lips against my neck. I shiver again and I feel his lips curve up into a smile. “You want me to do to you what I did last night? You want it again?”
    “Yes,” I gasp, feeling the tremors running through my body. “I want it.”
    He lets out a laugh this time, and I nearly go wild with lust. “Alright. As you command.”
    He hardly waits to get into it. He presses the points of his teeth against my skin, waiting mere moments before sinking them into my flesh. We’re in the middle of the dance floor still. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this. This is so open, so public . There are people dancing mere feet away, swaying to the beat and kissing and sweating.
    But they’re all too preoccupied with their own activities to notice the strange thing happening so close by. And I’m too quickly overcome by the ecstasy of his bite to worry about them for long. Within moments my head is lolling back again, my eyes closed and my breath coming slow and shallow. Lights and stars burst behind my eyelids, and I feel myself floating up towards the ceiling.
    It ends too quickly again. I let out a low moan and grasp onto his shirt, turning around to face him.
    “Don’t stop,” I pant, finding it difficult to focus on his face. Everything seems to be swimming around me, floating and fuzzy. “I want more.”
    He shakes his head, or at least I think he does. “I can’t. You’ve reached your limit, darling.”
    “What does that mean?” I say, realizing vaguely that my words are slurring together.
    “That means if I continue,” he leans closer, tracing a finger down her jawline. “You’ll die.”
    I shudder involuntarily. A smile curls across my lips. “What a wonderful way to die.”
    He throws back his head in laughter, shoulders quaking. “You’re quite the interesting one, you know,” he purrs in my ear once he’s collected himself.
    “Can you tell me what you are?” I whisper, dragging a hand down his chest. “You’re clearly not a normal, boring man. You’re something else. Something interesting.”
    “I’m afraid that’s out of the question,” he says shortly, suddenly growing grim. “Not something you’d care for, I’m sure.”
    “Oh, don’t be that way,” I moan, gripping onto his shirt even tighter. I pull myself towards him but he pulls away. “You’re magnificent. Tell me.”
    “I need to leave, love,” he says, scanning the crowd around us. “Really, I do. Maybe I’ll run into you again. So long as you haven’t got any more of these silly questions.”
    Before I can say another word, he grips my

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