Page 85 of Always Say Yes to a Dragon

Az’zael

Iwatched the sway of Elle’s hips as she disappeared into the bedroom.

“You haven’t claimed her yet?” Tika hissed.

“Humans do things slower than dragons.” Although I suspected the slow pace might kill me. I struggled more and more to let her out of my sight, and even now my gaze stayed fastened on the closed door between us.

“Well, what am I supposed to do with this?” She shoved one of her packages at me. Likely a nice welcome-to-the-family gift.

I shoved it back at her. “I don’t care, but you aren’t giving it to her.” Knowing Udar would try to flirt with her already had me on edge. My claws grew, and my wings twitched.

“Ugh, courting dragons aresounreasonable.”

“See how well you do when it’s your turn.”

“Whatever. Where’s my gift?”

We exchanged packages in a flurry of ripped paper. A luxury purse for her. A pair of diamond cuff links for me.

“Fine. You win,” Tika said, examining the purse’s stitching. “What do you want?”

With my attention once more fixed on the shut bedroom door, I said, “If Udar tries to get too cozy with Elle, promise to intervene.” If I attacked him, it might upset Elle. Despite their popular action movies, I’d learned that humans had far less patience for casual violence than dragons.

“Oh, come on, you don’t really think he’ll try anything, do you?”

Of course I did, but Tika could only see the older brother who spoiled and indulged her. “You’ll understand when you find someone you want to mate.”

“I doubt it. I think everyone exaggerates,” Tika huffed. “I suppose I have to go hide this, then?” She waved the package with Elle’s name on it.

“Yes.” I bared my teeth, thinking about the extravagant gift Tika had picked out formyfuture mate.

“Az?” came from the closed bedroom door. “Can you help me with something?”

“I’ll be there as soon as I get rid of Tika,” I called.

“It’s only been a few minutes.” Tika rolled her eyes. “She won’t be ready for a while.”

“I don’t care. Get out.” I flicked a wing at her, and she, along with her gift, disappeared with an annoyed huff.

Before entering the bedroom, I dug through my bag and found a small bundle of papers. A gift for Elle, yes, but also a reward for myself for getting through this inevitable disaster of a dinner. I wanted something good waiting at the end, so I set the papers in a place where I could see them, as a reminder. Then I grabbed my other gift for Elle and sprinted to the bedroom door.

When I opened it, Elle had her back to me, her dress open all the way to the base of her spine. “Can you zip me up, please?”

Carefully, I did as she asked, covering all that silky skin. She looked so perfect, generous breasts draped in gold silk, more silk clinging to her waist and hips and thighs. I’d bought her this dress shortly before she’d sucked the soul out of my body in a dressing room and let every human in the store know that she belonged to me.

My cocks rose to attention at the memory. A quick three or four orgasms, and she’d walk into this stupid party looking thoroughly sated. No one would question my claim then.

I crowded her back against the bed. “You look like mine. I want to devour you.”

Her heartbeat fluttered at the base of her throat. “Your sister is in the other room.”

“She just left.”

Her breaths turned shallow, her eyes dipped across my body, and that was all the permission I needed to tumble her back onto the bed.

“You’ll ruin my dress.” But her words were breathy, her legs already parting for me.

“I’ll be careful,” I promised as I hiked up her skirt.

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