Page 17 of Dragon's Desire

It must have worked because even though she'd never gone, she'd seen the pictures. The places were always packed. She didn't quite understand why you'd need a DJ with you if you could set any music app to shuffle. But apparently, this one did something everyone was excited about.

She wondered if she'd understand better if she got out more. Again, something to look into "tomorrow."

But the rave met the criteria, and it wasn't like Legermain would have to go too far to find it. The thing was being promoted hard.

She showed her phone to Peter.

"A rave seems like a good place. Or were you just suggesting a date?" he asked.

She slammed her hand on the dashboard.

"Would you just fucking knock it off for five fucking minutes, you fucking asshole!" She yelled loud enough she wasn't sure they wouldn't hear her back a the coven.

"I've never had a woman get as riled up as you before," Peter said.

"That you know of," she shot back.

"Oh, I think you just don't have the patience for it. Because I don't just make your blood boil with anger."

"Oh, go fuck yourself."

"Do you want to watch? I mean, I'm not much of an exhibitionist like that, but if that's what it takes to get things started, I'll give it a go."

"You're disgusting," she said, even as the image of watching him stroke his cock as her own hands moved between her legs flashed in her mind.

"Relax. Have a drink. Maybe if you unclench, we can pull the stick out of your ass and replace it with something more fun."

Kiercy balled up her fist, ready to punch him. But there was a little heat building low in her belly. She hated the way her body reacted to the thought. He was a dirty, disgusting, loathsome witch hunter who constantly sexually harassed her.

Though technically, sexual harassment was an unwanted sexual advance, and she was starting to feel like she wanted it. She just hadn't had a good fuck lately, is what she told herself. It was just her body doing what human bodies do, boiling sexual desire spawned from nothing more than chemicals in the brain. It was hormones, the urge to mate, a biological imperative even though it wouldn't be successful with her being on birth control.

But her body didn't know that. And part of her brain was starting to think the practice could be fun.

"Can't you feel the urge?" he asked. "Stop fighting it so hard."

She drew in a breath. Witch hunters couldn't read minds. He was just pushing buttons like he always did to rile her up. It was just what he did.

"The only urge I feel is the urge to punch you in the face. Are you sure you want me to give into it? I didn't know you were into pain, but I guess we can see."

She realized what she said too late.

He smiled that annoyingly knowing smile.

"Never done it before, but I'll try anything once."

12

PETER

Peter could feel Kiercy seething the whole ride there. And then the entirety of the long walk. It wasn't like an abandoned warehouse had proper parking or a valet, and he wasn't looking to get boxed in if they had to move quickly. Even if the car was far away, getting there on foot would be a lot easier than moving tons of steel out of the way.

Though maybe it was something Kiercy could have done, but he sure as hell wasn't going to ask her. He knew some witches could have done it. But he didn't know what spells and abilities Kiercy had practiced. Letting her know that would give her an edge on him, and he couldn't have that.

He could almost smell it on her. She was so close to breaking. He wasn't sure if she knew he was half-dragon. But while his senses may have not been as sharp as a full-blooded dragon, and he wasn't tied to fated mates the same ways most shifters were, he could pick up on the subtle traces of a woman's arousal.

It was, in part, how he knew who would respond well to the flirting, most of the time. There had been a few women, despite getting very turned on around him, who told him to fuck off. There was a difference between getting aroused by someone and actually wanting to fuck them. Just because the body wanted to do something didn't mean the mind did.

He understood that. But more often than not, if you got a woman's heart going and she got all dewy down below, she was up for it. But there was more going on than Kiercy would have admitted. She wasn't just wanting in body but in spirit. He could feel it off her. He had worked her up into a frenzy. The only thing holding her back at this point was some stupid sense of decorum and pride. But she was almost there. She was ready to pop, and he knew it.

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