a hierarchy among supernaturals. A food chain of sorts, and Eoin’s kind sat on top.
“She wouldn’t come willingly.” The alpha raised his chin and set his feet as if ready to fight.
“That’s not true. I was willing to come here, just not with you.” She moved around Eoin’s arms and confronted the alpha, nose to muzzle. “I can’t believe you put me in your trunk.”
“I can’t believe you kicked and clawed me.” He pointed to his ass.
Eoin rumbled with amusement. “You clawed his ass?”
Both alpha and human turned to face Eoin at the same time. Their combined fury should have fried him; instead, it just made him laugh harder. Angie had the spirit of a she-dragon to go with her scent. “Go, Ryota.” He shoved the alpha toward the car. “I’ll keep her safe.” He winked at the shifter over Angie’s head. “I’ll bring her home unmolested.”
She jumped at his comment. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“That I won’t take a taste.” He swept her toward the front entrance, using his tail to herd her away from the alpha. He lowered his head above the car and the werewolf. “Don’t come back here uninvited,” he whispered. “I spared you for your pack’s sake. I won’t be so merciful next time.” With the tip of his claws, he scratched the alpha’s hood, leaving four distinct marks.
Chapter Eight
Angie scooted ahead of Eoin’s tail before being impaled on the spikes. Just before touching her, they retracted inside the flesh. She halted mid-step with her jaw unhinged as his tail slid up along her legs to her hips and continued to push her farther from the car.
The scales felt softer than she’d expected, like hard, warm leather. Eoin hovered over the sports car and whispered something to Ryota, who went rigid before climbing back into his vehicle.
The alpha tossed her a sharp look, as if torn. She’d yelled at him for leaving her alone with Eoin and here he was being forced to do it again, except this time she didn’t feel frightened or abandoned. “Ryota!” She leaned over so she could see around Eoin and meet the alpha’s gaze. “I’ll be fine. Go home.” The alpha tended to act irrationally, at least in her opinion, when it came to his territory. She just hoped he would stop thinking of her as his. For everyone’s sake, he needed to let her go.
“You have your cell phone?” he shouted.
She held it up.
“Call me when you get home or if you need anything.”
Eoin made a noise that was close to a hiss that ran along her nerves like broken glass.
The alpha shuddered and gunned his car back toward the city.
“I will never understand werewolves.” Eoin shook his head as he watched the alpha drive away.
“You and me both.” She caught herself shaking her head as well. “He means well, in an asshole kind of way.”
The dragon slowly turned, snaking around as if boneless, to face her. He lay on his stomach and held his head to the side so she could see his bright blue eye. The tattoo by his eye still showed in his dragon form. A quick scan proved that none of the other tattoos had. “Tell me, are you and he involved in some mating ritual?”
She took a step back and tripped over his tail. He’d curled around her so silently that she was good and trapped in the center of his body. “No.” She cradled her elbows within her hands. “Well, not that I know of.” Shifters took mates but she didn’t know how. Those kinds of things weren’t public knowledge, no matter how much the press speculated.
“That explains his recent behavior. Has he bitten you deep enough to scar you?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Actually, it is. If Ryota has claimed you as his mate, then I am in the wrong and you have placed me in an awkward situation.” He raised his scaly eyebrow, waiting for her to answer.
She stared at his feet. “No bite marks. I don’t view biting as foreplay. It hurts and is gross.” Ryota had tried the last time they’d been
“She wouldn’t come willingly.” The alpha raised his chin and set his feet as if ready to fight.
“That’s not true. I was willing to come here, just not with you.” She moved around Eoin’s arms and confronted the alpha, nose to muzzle. “I can’t believe you put me in your trunk.”
“I can’t believe you kicked and clawed me.” He pointed to his ass.
Eoin rumbled with amusement. “You clawed his ass?”
Both alpha and human turned to face Eoin at the same time. Their combined fury should have fried him; instead, it just made him laugh harder. Angie had the spirit of a she-dragon to go with her scent. “Go, Ryota.” He shoved the alpha toward the car. “I’ll keep her safe.” He winked at the shifter over Angie’s head. “I’ll bring her home unmolested.”
She jumped at his comment. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“That I won’t take a taste.” He swept her toward the front entrance, using his tail to herd her away from the alpha. He lowered his head above the car and the werewolf. “Don’t come back here uninvited,” he whispered. “I spared you for your pack’s sake. I won’t be so merciful next time.” With the tip of his claws, he scratched the alpha’s hood, leaving four distinct marks.
Chapter Eight
Angie scooted ahead of Eoin’s tail before being impaled on the spikes. Just before touching her, they retracted inside the flesh. She halted mid-step with her jaw unhinged as his tail slid up along her legs to her hips and continued to push her farther from the car.
The scales felt softer than she’d expected, like hard, warm leather. Eoin hovered over the sports car and whispered something to Ryota, who went rigid before climbing back into his vehicle.
The alpha tossed her a sharp look, as if torn. She’d yelled at him for leaving her alone with Eoin and here he was being forced to do it again, except this time she didn’t feel frightened or abandoned. “Ryota!” She leaned over so she could see around Eoin and meet the alpha’s gaze. “I’ll be fine. Go home.” The alpha tended to act irrationally, at least in her opinion, when it came to his territory. She just hoped he would stop thinking of her as his. For everyone’s sake, he needed to let her go.
“You have your cell phone?” he shouted.
She held it up.
“Call me when you get home or if you need anything.”
Eoin made a noise that was close to a hiss that ran along her nerves like broken glass.
The alpha shuddered and gunned his car back toward the city.
“I will never understand werewolves.” Eoin shook his head as he watched the alpha drive away.
“You and me both.” She caught herself shaking her head as well. “He means well, in an asshole kind of way.”
The dragon slowly turned, snaking around as if boneless, to face her. He lay on his stomach and held his head to the side so she could see his bright blue eye. The tattoo by his eye still showed in his dragon form. A quick scan proved that none of the other tattoos had. “Tell me, are you and he involved in some mating ritual?”
She took a step back and tripped over his tail. He’d curled around her so silently that she was good and trapped in the center of his body. “No.” She cradled her elbows within her hands. “Well, not that I know of.” Shifters took mates but she didn’t know how. Those kinds of things weren’t public knowledge, no matter how much the press speculated.
“That explains his recent behavior. Has he bitten you deep enough to scar you?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Actually, it is. If Ryota has claimed you as his mate, then I am in the wrong and you have placed me in an awkward situation.” He raised his scaly eyebrow, waiting for her to answer.
She stared at his feet. “No bite marks. I don’t view biting as foreplay. It hurts and is gross.” Ryota had tried the last time they’d been
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