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Authors: Lexxie Couper

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Christ, if she didn’t… If she touched him…

She leaned closer to him. “Dance with me,” the woman whispered in his ear, her breath a warm kiss on his skin.

Ryan closed his eyes and let his head and shoulders slump forward.

Ah, fuck, who was he kidding? For better or worse, his Fire Mate was on the stool beside him; she was stunning, gorgeous and sexy as all hell; and they were going to have the most intense, incredible sex of their lives within the next twelve hours.

C’est la vie
.

“Let’s go,” he said, straightening his shoulders and turning to face her.

As before, his heart quickened, his prick throbbed and a rush of molten heat engulfed him when he looked at her. She truly was gorgeous.

Christ, he hoped her soul was equally gorgeous.

“We need to find an isolated spot far away from humans ASAP,” he said. “Do you know of one?”

She blinked. For a split second, confusion flickered in her eyes. And then her pupils dilated and she let out a shaky breath. “We…we could just go to the alley out the back?”

Ryan laughed, fighting to temper the impatient, demanding heat spreading through him. He’d been horny more than once in his one hundred and forty-two years, but not
this
horny. Tyson had mentioned the mating fire was like being possessed by concentrated lust while being hurled into a volcano, but Ryan hadn’t really believed him.

Guess he owed his big brother an apology when he got back to Australia.

“The alley out the back?” he said, raising an eyebrow at the woman. What was her name? His brother had also mentioned something about dragons being able to hear their Fire Mates’ thoughts when the mating fire began, but at the time, Ryan hadn’t really been paying attention. Of course, the whole conversation had taken place over a hundred years ago, and Ryan had been checking out two very lovely human women practicing yoga on the beach as his brother talked. In fact, hadn’t he responded to Tyson’s info-dump with an incredulous, “Why the fuck would you want to hear their thoughts?”

Another apology he owed the bastard, it seemed.

What
was
her name? He concentrated on her eyes, seeking out her thoughts…

De…Dea…Desi…D…D…

Nope, he wasn’t getting anything much yet. Was that because they hadn’t touched? Kissed? Exchanged saliva? Man, he really should have paid more attention when Tyson was doing the whole “sex talk” thing. Of course, what little brother listened to his big brother when said big brother was in pretentious lecture mode?

The woman studied him, her expression enigmatic. “Why not the alley? It’s big enough for you to shift in, if you want.”

Ryan frowned. “For
me
to shift in? What? You planning to ride me away from here?”

She threw back her head and laughed. The sound detonated a raw hunger in the very core of Ryan’s existence. If he’d still doubted she was his Fire Mate, his soul’s reaction to that laugh would have ended it.

He hadn’t anticipating finding his destined mate this trip, but found her he had. Now they had to figure out how to proceed. After they found somewhere isolated and—

“Of course I’m planning to ride you,” she said, smoothing her fingertips along the top his thigh.

Kaboom.
Just like that, Ryan was on the cusp of shifting.

She’d touched him. She’d slid her fingers up his leg and his dragon was surging to the surface, ready to take her, claim her, brand her as his, and fill her with—

“Oh fuck!” she whispered, reeling back from him, her eyes wide, her lips parted. “Wh-what…what was that?”

Sucking in shallow breath after shallow breath, Ryan balled his hands into fists.
Finally
she was as rocked by the mating fire as he was.

For some reason, he felt less unsettled now.

“It packs a kick, doesn’t it?” he breathed, his pulse wild.

She stared at him. The scent of her pleasure radiated from her like sweet heat. If they didn’t get out of the bar soon, things were going to get crazy.

“Who knew?” he continued, trying for a chuckle.

She blinked. And then shook her head, as if trying to clear it.

“Let’s go to the alley now,” she said, drawing closer to him once more. She didn’t, however, touch him again. He understood. If she did, he suspected they’d both be dragons within a heartbeat.

“We’ve got twelve hours, gorgeous,” he said, risking his sanity and control by leaning toward her a little. “We don’t need to resort to filthy fucking in a dirty alley.”

A frown pulled at her eyebrows, there and gone just as quickly. “Come out back with me,
draco
,” she pleaded. The title—ancient Latin for dragon—slipped from her in a husky breath. A playful grin curled her lips, her eyes smoldered with open lust. “I’ll make it worth your while. I promise.”

It was Ryan’s turn to frown. He’d never imagined what meeting his Fire Mate would be like, but he sure as hell assumed it wouldn’t be so odd.

“What’s your name?” he asked, searching her eyes for…something.

Something wasn’t gelling. Something felt…wrong.

“Come out back with me,” she repeated, returning her fingers to his thigh and trailing them upwards. Higher. Higher.

Her fingertips skimmed the engorged bulge of Ryan’s trapped erection and an eruption of searing need engulfed him.

Took control of him.

Possessed him.

With a growl that wasn’t even close to human, he snagged a fistful of her thick sable bob and crushed her lips with his.

She kissed him back.

There was nothing uncertain or hesitant about it. Her tongue delved into Ryan’s mouth with arrogant purpose, capturing his with sublime skill. Her hands smoothed up his chest, over his nipples—now hard points of flesh under his shirt—around the back of his neck to tangle in the hair at his nape. She held his head still and made love to his mouth with her tongue, a fierce joining Ryan could neither fight nor deny.

Every molecule in his body burned, a thrumming heat that radiated from his cock up through the pit of his belly into his chest. He grabbed her hips and hauled her up to stand in the V of his spread thighs, driving his hips to hers, letting her feel his response as he once more took command of the kiss.

She whimpered into his mouth, a soft sound that sent shards of scalding lust into Ryan’s core. He ravished her lips, feasting on them, demanding more from her. And she gave it, pressing the curve of her sex to his straining erection, raking one hand down from his hair, over his chest to wriggle between their bodies until her fingers found his fly.

Holy fuck, she’s going to—

Ryan pulled away from her. Gasping, he wrapped his fingers around her biceps and tore his lips from hers.

They had to get out of here. Now.

Before it was too late to stop what had already begun.

“I think it’s time to take this elsewhere,
draco
.”

Ryan stared down into her face, his body burning. Every nerve ending scorched and crackled with heat. He sucked in a slow breath, knowing his nostrils flared. His cock throbbed in his jeans so hard, agonizing rapture filled its rigid, constrained length.

The fire…the mating fire…

“Come with me.” The woman closed her fingers around his wrist and, without waiting for his response, turned away. She pulled him off his stool and walked across the dance floor, tugging him along behind her.

He went. Willingly. He couldn’t fight the mating fire anymore. There was no point. They were in it, engulfed by its flames, and they were horny. So freaking horny. And when a dragon was horny, a dragon fucked.

The cool Chicago night air hit him fast, wrapped around him like a shroud. He blinked, squinting at the darkness. An alley. They were in the alley. Behind the club. When had they walked through the door? He didn’t remember. He only remembered the woman pulling him from the—

Hot lips found his, the woman’s hands tearing his shirt from his jeans. Her tongue delved into his mouth, stroking his as her fingers scored lines over his torso. She pinched at his nipples, and he groaned into her mouth, her greedy lust firing his own into action.

Without thought, he hooked his fingers in the neckline of her shirt and tore it open, capturing her breasts with his hands. She arched into his touch, fisting her hands in his hair, her head thrown back, her lips parted.

He claimed the smooth column of her throat with his lips, his teeth. She whimpered, rolling her hips against his. The heat of her sex radiated into Ryan’s engorged cock, flooding his balls with dire urgency.

Fuck her…fuck her…claim her…

The feverish thought seared through his head. He sucked hard on her flesh, seeking the hemline of her miniskirt with a desperate hand. He had to be inside her. Now.

She shifted her position, just enough to let his fingers find their target. He shoved his hand between the supple leather of her skirt and the hot velvet of her inner thigh, wriggling it higher, higher, until the tips of his fingers found her moist folds.

He let out a raw groan. She wore no underpants. And she was free of pubic hair.

“Oh fuck yes,” she rasped, her nails scraping at his shoulders. “That’s it,
draco
. That’s it.”

The words, the title, flayed at his senses. He sucked in a sharp breath, the scent of her lust streaming into his being. He could smell her juices, taste their scent as they flowed through his nose and down the back of his throat, a distinct honeyed sulfur that all female dragons exuded. His cock pulsed, his blood roared in his ears. A million pinpricks of molten heat razed his flesh, his cells. Deep within, his dragon roared. Eager for freedom. Impatient for fulfillment.

“Fuck me,
draco
,” she continued, thrusting her hips upward until his fingertips dipped into her sodden pussy. “Fuck me with your fingers, then your cock. Claim me, take me, use me, and then take wing for me and fly me to the moon.”

The whispered words lashed at Ryan. His head spun. He shoved his hand higher up her spread thighs and drove two fingers deep into her pussy. It was tight and hot and wet and he let out a growl, a sound far less human than it should be.

And louder than any human could ever make.

The sound of a dragon about to mate. About to—

Something sharp sliced across the skin on the right side of his neck.

He flung himself backward, primitive instinct taking control of his movement as searing pain filled his throat. He snapped his stare to the woman’s face, his blood turning to ice at the site of terrorized shock in her eyes.

And the crossbow bolt embedded in the brick wall beside her head.

“Fuck!”

The muttered curse behind him had Ryan spinning around. A man stood a few feet inside the mouth of the alley, his face etched with frantic frustration as he fought to cock a bolt in the ornate silver crossbow in his hands.

Cold rage sank into Ryan’s gut. He recognized the crossbow. It was the kind used by the
Extraho Venator.

Dragon hunters.

A low snarl tore at his throat. He bunched his fists, his stare locked on the man.

Why the second bolt had misfired, Ryan didn’t know. Didn’t care. All that was important now was how slowly he was going to make the scum hunter suffer. And for how—

Fingers of steel wrapped around his biceps, digging into his muscle. “Come on,
draco
,” the woman—his Fire Mate—ground out, tugging on his arm. “We’ve got to go.”

He shook her off, or tried to. He wasn’t running. Not from an
Extraho Venator.
Not from a cowardly human who hunted dragons for the sport of killing and gloating rights.

He wasn’t running. He was going to—

The deafening squeal of a police siren cut the thought dead. Blue and red lights flashed at the mouth of the alley, painting the dark walls with bursts of light. A car door opened, followed by another.

The
Extraho Venator
tossed a look over his shoulder, and then turned a harried sneer toward Ryan. “Kill you later, dragon,” he called, a second before launching himself at the closest fire escape and scaling the stairs up into the blackness of night.

Ryan lunged after him, only to be stopped by his Fire Mate’s fingers on his arm, like talons of steel in his flesh.

“We have to go,
draco
.” She pulled hard on his arm, her voice strained, her accent thick. “Now!”

He swung back to her, the burning heat of the mating fire surging through him as his stare found her worried eyes.

“Please?” She tugged at his arm once more.

It was the plaintive fear in her voice that moved his feet. He turned from the flashing blue and red lights and, threading his fingers through those of his destined mate, sprinted down the alleyway. Away from the cops. Away from the
Extraho Venator
.

And with every pounding step, he swore to beat the shit out of Tyson when he got home. The mating fire was nothing like his brother had described. Nothing.

It was intoxicating.

Insane.

And dangerous. Very dangerous.

Chapter 2


H
ere. We can stop here.” Deanne Roe squeezed the Australian’s fingers, halting his phenomenal speed. He stood motionless, casting the empty, treed park they now stood in the middle of a slow inspection.

His light gray eyes turned to her, his expression guarded. “Are you sure?”

She nodded, ignoring the way her pussy contracted when he looked at her. Trying to, at least. It was difficult. For one thing, the memory of the kiss he’d given her back in the alley wouldn’t go away. It was the most intense, surreal, indescribable kiss of her life. In fact, it was the most intense, surreal, indescribable
anything
of her life, and that was saying something.

From the second she’d seen him in the bar, her body seemed to smolder with a burning heat. That heat grew hotter as she approached him, had turned almost unbearable when she sat on the stool beside him, had stolen her breath when he’d
looked
at her.

But when she’d touched him…holy fuck, it was like she was on fire.
Fire.
As if she was engulfed in pleasurable flames that licked over her limbs, between her thighs, over her nipples…

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