Page 45 of To Match A Dragon's Fire

You didn’t use to be so dumb.

I growled at my own beast, trying to ignore the way the shower heated Ember’s scent on my skin.

The pulse of her heart filled the quiet halls of my home. I’d listened to each fragile beat the past fewdays while my venom worked its way through her system, making her whole.

She’d been healed.

But she was still so fragile.

That’s what this incident clearly showed. Despite the harshness of her tongue and hardness of her glare, her soft body was delicate and breakable.

She would be the death of me.

I wanted to hate her for getting under my skin and working my beast up this way. She’d awoken something within me, setting fire to my veins.

Ember gave me reason to worry again.

I wanted to punish her for that. To put her sharp tongue to use as I tangled my fingers in her thick, red hair and brought her to her knees.

My legs shook as I wrapped my fist around my cock. The ridges were already swollen, seeking the sweet heat of a woman I shouldn’t want.

I stroked myself to her image. The way I’d found her in the yard, sweaty from work with her tank top clinging almost see-through to her breasts, but instead of the scowl, she turned to me and smiled.

My dragon grumbled as I increased my pace.

Everything about her called to my beast.

She was so soft. So human. So beautiful. So…

Mine.He growled.

My orgasm came hard and fast, shocking me. Ropes pulled from my core as I shot cum on the tiled floor, whispering Ember’s name.

What is happening to me?

That had barely taken the edge off.

I still craved another taste of Ember’s skin from when I’d bitten into her wound, giving her venom from my fangs. The feel of her soft body under myhands as I’d removed her bloodstained clothes. Her words—like lashes. And her smiles so rarely given. The wonder in her eyes as she’d looked at me before succumbing to sleep.

I wanted more of it all.

It wasn’t enough.

That scared me in a way nothing else could.

Even if the world wasn’t ending, her lifetime would be over in no time at all. Caring for that woman would bring nothing but heartache. I was old enough—wise enough—to know that she wasn’t made to be mine.

But I couldn’t let her go now. Not with the way the human world was reacting to the chaos. They’d run over each other like ants, destroying anything that got in their way.

She was safer here with me.

Ember wakes.My dragon’s furious aggression rolled through us. His anger at not being by her side was unjustified.

He’d have to get over it.

We needed distance to let this unhealthy obsession fade. It might be difficult because I didn’t plan to let her far from my sight.

I took my time dressing, pulling on jeans and buttoning up a clean flannel shirt. Her friends were with her. She’d want time to assure herself they were okay and to feel comfortable in my home.

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