Page 2 of The Eternal Choice

My mind still boggles with the fact that this fierce, tall, rugged, and muscled dragon shifter is my eternal mate. A clan leader.

Willing to accept his claim? Is he for real? The man standing before me might as well be a jackpot when it comes to fated mates. Though, it’s not like me to simply roll over and show my belly in defeat.

One thing I also know about dragons is the fact their ego is bigger than any other supernatural, and one should never challenge a dragon. Basically, because they always need to accept a challenge and…huge ego and all…need to win.

A snort leaves me along with the words, “As if you could handle me.”

I get a predatory grin in return. “Challenging a dragon isn’t a smart thing to do, sweetheart. Challenging a mate is either brilliant or plain insanity.”

Mischief fills me, along with a stream of excitement, at the sound of his words. Challenge. Engaged. To make it obvious for everyone around us, especially my brother, so he knows I’m okay and can handle it, I add a little more fuel to the challenge-fire.

Punching Ernestino in the chest I snap, “Tag, you’re it,” and dash out of the room.

I hear him growl, “Motherfucker,” through my vampire hearing, along with his following footsteps, and made abundantly sure he’s going to follow me.

I know this place like the back of my hand because I’ve been a part of the security detail to make sure everything is secure and safe due to all the high-ranking people present this evening. This is why I also know the left wing is off-limits to everyone and has a master bedroom at the end.

My heart is racing while my body is quite capable of long endurance, being an immortal vampire with a dose of extra special abilities and all. It’s a mixture of emotions, the joy and unexpected pleasure of the knowledge I’ve just found my fated mate.

Someone who is a perfect match to create offspring and live for an eternity with. It’s something not every supernatural gets to find because you have to run into one another, or at least be close enough to feel the connection. You can live for an eternity at different ends of the world and never connect.

All while I just found mine…to think I didn’t even want to show up here tonight, almost didn’t, and was set to leave. What if Ernestino talked to my brother a mere minute later? Then I would have been gone.

Shoving the thought from my mind, because I can practically feel the heat of my mate’s dragon breath on my neck, I spin my body around as I enter the master bedroom. Ernestino’s massive body enters, and I make sure to kick the door shut and lock it before I face him.

The green glow in his eyes is intriguing. We stare at one another for a few breaths and then I notice his eyes flashto vertical slits and back to normal pupils. My heart jumps, knowing his dragon is close to the surface.

A dragon shifter is basically two beings sharing one shape. There is not one without the other and they are a constant presence in each other’s mind. Shit. When thinking about it like that you might say I get a two-in-one package deal.

Hot damn, I’m one lucky girl. Though, the fierce look of fire swirling in his eyes tells me what’s about to happen isn’t going to be making love, or anything remotely soft or endearing. Nope. More like a special round of rough, hard, dominating claiming.

“Nowhere to run, little one,” his dark voice rumbles with a small echo, as if there are two voices molded into one.

I slightly bend my knees and brace myself when I tell him in a challenging tone, “Who said I was running from you?”

A low growl vibrates through his chest.

“Are you always a bit slow?” I raise an eyebrow in question. “Because I meant to trap you in here and it took you at least a minute or two to catch up to me.”

“Nosferatu,” he hisses under his breath in slight disdain.

Anger flows through me and my fingers turn into fists so tight it turns my knuckles white. “Are you seriously throwing an old synonym for vampire at me, you fire breathing rat? Screw you and your walnut-sized brain. Wait. Does this mean your dick is pinky sized as well? Or are you hung like a donkey because you lack brain cells? Gotta make up for being dumb someway, eh? I mean, if your mouth and brain won’t get you laid, a big cock might make a woman forgive your stupid mouth.”

“Silence.” The single word bounces off the wall.

I tilt my head and wonder out loud, “Or what?”

He takes a step forward and it makes the floor shake underneath me. Holy fuck. He’s still a man standing in front of me, but the weight of that step he just took? It’s as if he’s representing a six-foot dragon. Okay, he basically is, but all I see is a man standing before me.

A grin slides across his face and it’s not a sexy one. It’s more of a look of enjoyment a killer would have right before ripping off an immortal’s head.

His voice is harsh and menacing when he says, “Or I won’t hold my dragon back and let him fuck you. I simply called you Nosferatu because it’s what my brother has been calling your kind all day because he was against this gathering. Now, are you going to keep challenging me, or can we move this along and set our bond in place?”

What an asshole, is the first thing that comes to mind. Second? Why do I feel like our bond is only a speedbump in the road ahead of him ’cause he has more pressing matters to deal with?

I slowly take a step to the side, his eyes follow my movement closely, as I ask, “Do you have somewhere else you need to be? Any urgent matters to handle? Here I thought we recognized one another as fated mates. You did mention a mating frenzy, doesn’t that entail fucking for days until you’ve managed to impregnate your mate?”

The annoying bastard throws his nose in the air and inhales deep. His glowing eyes land on mine and they turn to slits and back before he rumbles, “You’re ovulating. Tonight is the perfect timing. I’m going to fill your belly full of my cum, making sure I will impregnate you instantly.”

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