Authors: Jessie Donovan
Tags: #Fiction / Romance / Paranormal
Seducing the Dragon: Part Two
Evie blinked and tried to comprehend Bram’s words. Rather than say something intelligent, all she could do was echo, “Move in with you tonight?”
The dragonman took two steps toward her before he said, “Aye. Unless you’re now having second thoughts?” He gave her a slow once-over before meeting her eyes again. “I was rather looking forward to fucking you.”
The bluntness of his words cut through her shock and ignited her temper. “I’m not just going to jump into bed with you without setting things straight between us. If you’re being serious about taking me as your mate, then I want to know how it will work, what my role here will be, and how you plan to chase away the dragon hunters. Not to mention, exactly how you plan to fight the British government about my staying here.”
She narrowed her eyes. “What do you mean ‘no’?”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “What was it that some redhead said to me earlier today? Oh, that’s right, that she was only going to share what needed to be shared. Right now, you’re in the ‘maybe I’ll mate you’ stage. We have three days before you’re supposed to leave here. In that time, you need to convince me to trust you. Until then, I’ll share what you need to know, but not one word extra.”
It seemed that her display of strength earlier had come back to bite her in the arse. “If you’re trying to intimidate me into doing whatever you say, it won’t work. Yes, I need your protection, but I’d rather take my chances with the dragon hunters than turn into a ‘yes, dear’ complacent idiot.”
Bram uncrossed his arms and took the remaining steps between them. “Strong words from a woman all but begging for my help.”
As she stared up into his light blue eyes, she could hear the dragonman’s breathing and she realized how close he was standing to her. He was being an arsehole, but his heat and scent surrounded her and she remembered what it’d been like to be kissed by this man. Before she could stop herself, her eyes darted to his firm lips.
Then the corner of Bram’s lips twitched and she knew she’d been caught. Focusing on her temper, she met his eyes again. “Laugh at me, I don’t care. We already know how one kiss from me affects you.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I rather thought it was the other way around.”
They stared at one another, neither of them speaking. His head inched toward hers, and for a second, she thought he was going to kiss her again, but instead, he placed a finger under her chin. It took everything she had not to shiver as his mostly Scottish tones rolled over her. “If all goes well and you have nothing to hide, you’ll be in my bed soon enough. Until then, don’t lie to me, Evie Marshall, or you will make an enemy out of me.”
Bram resisted the urge to stroke the soft skin under Evie’s chin. Hell, he was only inches away from her lips, and his inner dragon kept pushing him to kiss her. Even now, his dragon chimed in,
she tastes good. Her scent tells us she wants it too. Kiss her.
Again, you’re thinking with your cock.
She will not betray us.
He tried asking his beast how he could be so certain, but as his dragon had done all day, he remained silent whenever Bram tried to find out specifics about why he trusted Evie.
Rather than think about that, Bram studied the human female’s eyes. They were steady, like a calm sea. Despite being in a stressful situation and her life on the line, the woman remained cool.
Sure, she had a temper, but it only seemed to affect her mouth and not her brain. He rather liked that about her. Glancing down at her plump lips, his dragon whispered,
Instead, Bram looked back into those cool eyes with a hint of fire and forced himself to focus. “Well, are you planning my downfall or should we go fetch your things and bring them here? I think I’ve growled and glared enough as a warning for you to not fuck with me. I have an early meeting, and whatever you may think, you’ll be safer under my roof.”
Her eyes widened. “Why? Did the dragon hunter say something during your interrogation?”
Okay, her remembering his errand impressed him a little. “Nothing he said was important. As long as you don’t try to stab me in the back and you stay out of trouble, I will let you know if there’s an increased threat to your life.”
She stared at him and Bram resisted a sigh. He hadn’t lied about the early meeting. He was about to say he’d fetch her things himself and lock her in the bedroom when Evie said, “Promise me you’ll show me around your land tomorrow for a few hours and I’ll stop fighting you for the rest of the night.”
Out of nowhere, he couldn’t resist saying, “Even if I toss you into my bed?”
Her cheeks flushed and he tried his hardest not to laugh, but failed. The instant he did, Evie straightened her shoulders and tilted her head. “Somehow, I think you like a little fighting in your bed. Compliance is boring.”
She turned around and her words created an image of him and Evie naked, rolling around in a meadow, each fighting to be on top. He’d win, of course, and she’d be breathless, flushed, and beautiful as he thrust his cock into her tight, wet heat.
His dragon hummed.
It will be fun. Maybe tomorrow.
Careful not to reach down to adjust his now semi-hard cock, Bram looked up to see Evie standing at the door staring at him. She cocked an eyebrow. “Well? Say the word and promise me that tour, and I’ll go without a fight to collect my things. I might even throw in me only asking a handful of questions instead of everything on my mind during our walk.”
All of a sudden, he wondered exactly what was going on inside that mind. This human female’s sass was different from any of the females he’d met before.
If he were honest, he might even be enjoying himself right now. “I could just lock you in a room and go myself. Then I wouldn’t have to deal with any of your questions tonight.”
“Ah, yes, but how do you know I can’t pick the lock?”
“It’s a deadbolt.”
She gave a mischievous smile that sent blood straight to his cock. “I could find a way. I’m quite resourceful.”
The picture of Evie standing near the door, her head tilted so her red hair cascaded over her shoulders as she smiled with confidence made his dragon hum.
You like her too. Play some more and sleep later.
He knew exactly what kind of “play” his beast was hoping for.
He didn’t have time to argue with his dragon. For the sake of his clan, his meeting tomorrow with the Scottish dragon-shifter leader, Finlay Stewart, was too important to attend without any sleep. It’d taken him months of convincing Finn to meet him in person for alliance talks against the dragon hunters. He wasn’t about to fuck that up over a female, no matter how enticing she might be.
He walked toward the door, but noticed Evie only had a light coat. He plucked an extra one from the coat hooks near the door, tossed it at her, and said, “Come or stay, it doesn’t matter. I’m getting your things now. If you try to run away, just know that my people are watching you and you won’t get far.”
Without another glance, he walked out the door.
For a moment, Evie had been enjoying herself. Teasing the dragonman had been a lot more fun than she’d ever imagined.
Then Bram had shuttered his expression, tossing aside the amusement in his eyes. With it gone, she realized how much more attractive he became when he didn’t wear his hardass dragon leader face.
Well, then, she’d just have to work on getting the teasing version of Bram Moore-Llewellyn back again. That version she wouldn’t mind waking up next to for the rest of her life. Or, at least she hoped it would be for the rest of her life. Bram’s half-arsed “maybe my mate” stage bullshit was vague. How she was supposed to convince him to trust her in three days was beyond her. Maybe after a night’s rest she could figure it out.
Putting on the coat Bram had given her, she followed him into the dark.
And by dark, she meant pitch-black. The dragon-shifters had exceptional eyesight. According to her textbooks, while their night vision wasn’t as keen as their sight during the day, they could still make out shapes in the dark. Evie, on the other hand, was all but walking blind with the lack of street lamps. Then the inevitable happened and she tripped.
Before she could mutter, “fuck,” strong arms stopped her from falling. As the large, rough hands maneuvered her upright, she knew it was Bram. Her display of weakness pissed her off. She’d been doing so well with him.
She could barely make out his face, but his husky voice filled her ears. “To save time, I’m going to carry you.”
He put an arm under her knees and swooped her up as if she weighed nothing. She squeaked as her body made contact with his chest. “I am perfectly capable of walking by myself. Put me down right now, Bram.”
Adjusting his grip on her legs and waist, the dragon-shifter held her tighter against his hard, muscled chest. Despite the layers of clothing between them, the contact sent a sizzle through her body, which ended between her legs.
Bram’s voice filled her ears. “No. Why human females feel the need to wear uncomfortable, ridiculous shoes, I’ll never understand. Our land here isn’t designed for those things. Once you change your shoes, you can walk on your own, but not before. You did bring other shoes with you, correct?”
Before she could help herself, she mumbled, “But you’re supposed to like women in heels.”
Bram squeezed her. “Why? They hide your true gait. In your case, it is full of confidence and efficiency. You should embrace it if you want to seduce a dragon-shifter.”
“You’re giving me advice on how to seduce you now?”
She felt him give a half-shrug. “As clan leader, I don’t have a lot of time. Don’t wear the heels and don’t do the fake voice. They hide who you are, which doesn’t convince me to take you as my mate.”
“So no to the sexy heels, and no to the husky voice. Should I wear a trash bag then too, instead of my form-fitting clothes?”
Even in the dark, she could hear the smile in his voice. “A bin bag would be easier to rip off when I wanted you in my bed.”
She rolled her eyes. “Leave it to a man to make a bin bag sexy.”
For a second, Bram remained silent and she wondered if she’d gone too far. In the dark, she felt comfortable and had nearly forgotten she was being carried in the arms of a dragon-shifter, in the middle of dragon-shifter land. If she’d rolled her eyes at Marcus down south, she never would’ve heard the end of it.
But then Bram leaned close to her ear and the heat of his breath caressed her skin. “I’m sure that even if I required you to wear one every night as part of the arrangement of our mating, you’d probably find a way to rebel and wear those bloody awful things that squeeze your body into some unnatural shape beneath it.”
She laughed. “Corsets are very 19th century. Exactly how old are you?”
His tone became more distant. “Old enough.”
Dragon-shifters had lifespans similar to humans, so it wasn’t as if she was really insulting him. He couldn’t be more than thirty-five or so. She must’ve touched on a sore spot without even trying. She should drop it, but she added it to her lists of things to find out about Bram.
She frowned. Wait a second, since when had she started a list? It wasn’t like she was really still doing her DDA inspector job. Any information she sent back now would be promptly dismissed as tainted the instant her mating to Bram happened. Well, she hoped the mating would happen. And the dragon-shifter hadn’t even agreed to mate her yet. It would be dangerous if she became too interested in him too soon. She’d just have to be careful.