Dragon's Flame by Jory Strong

Saffron said, sounding very much the disgruntled mate.
    Taine smiled against her shoulder, hoped he would still be able to smile when she discovered the passion mark that was also a No Trespassing warning left on her skin.
    “Duty calls,” he said, blood rushing to restore his erection even as he was forced to pull out of his mate’s body.
    Crew’s ring tone he could ignore. Gaige’s ring tone he could ignore. Kellen’s ring tone he could ignore. Maksim’s ring tone could not be ignored.

Chapter 5
    Who Let the Dogs Out grew louder as Taine padded to where he’d rid himself and his mate of clothing.
    Reaching the front door, he fished the phone from his jeans. With sirens screaming in the background, Maksim said, “Fire. Check your damn messages for where to go. Crew said he’d texted more than once.”
    Oops. But a dragon claiming his mate was entitled to leeway.
    The call ended. Like all his kind, once he got close to the fire, he’d easily sense its exact location.
    That the fire was related to the supernatural was a given. He huffed, sending smoke toward the ceiling like a signal. Then huffed again, taking care that the expelled fire didn’t actually touch anything flammable.
    He did not want to leave his mate. But if he had to—which he did—at least he had the satisfaction of having her here, wallowing in his bed, surrounded by his scent and the scent of their lovemaking.
    He returned to the bedroom and was mesmerized by the sight of Saffron standing, stretching, her curves and beautiful body on display. When he returned to the dragon realm, he’d toss a handful of diamonds into the sea’s deep waters as a tribute to the ancestor who’d first managed to acquire a human form.
    “Was that a callout?” Saffron asked, arms dropping to her sides rather than crossing and shielding her gorgeous breasts with their dark nipples.
    “Unfortunately.” The answer was growled aggravation, an aggravation that increased when his mate said, “Give me a lift home?”
    “You could stay.”
    “No.” A wall wasn’t more solid than that single word.
    His chest tightened the same way it had seconds before he’d inadvertently torched each of the sports cars. He didn’t know how long it would be before he saw her again.
    “Okay if I borrow a shirt?”
    Instantly the tightness in his chest eased. He motioned toward the closet. “Help yourself.”
    She chose a short-sleeved, light blue button-down. Slipped it on and slowly did up the buttons, hiding her delectable body from sight—but not from touch.
    He pulled her against him, pushed his hands beneath the shirt and cupped sleek buttocks. “The loan isn’t interest-free.”
    She wrapped her arms around his neck. ”Didn’t expect it to be. When you collect the shirt, I’ll pay up.”
    His mouth covered hers. He speared his tongue through parted lips and was instantly engulfed in pleasure.
    Minutes went by as they kissed. He would have preferred hours.
    Finally he lifted his mouth from hers.
    “You need to get on the road,” she said.
    He did. But at least she was leaving his place covered by his shirt and his scent. And there was no doubt about what would happen when they saw each other again.
    Tugging at the thin gold chain at her neck, he fished the charm out from beneath his shirt and fisted it in his hand to gauge the magic.
    “My sister, Sabra, gave it to me.”
    “Is she the reason you were at the supernatural fair?” He managed, barely, to keep the growl from his voice at remembering the blond she’d hugged and kissed.
    “No. I promised Lia I’d go with her, though I did get a deck of cards for Sabra.”
    She leaned in, brushed her lips over his and sent a wave of heat straight to his cock. “Lia saw you with the other two agents. She called the three of you a glorious trifecta. Any chance one of those guys is looking for a serious girlfriend?”
    Taine snorted. The mere possibility of it would make Crew and Gaige run in the opposite direction.