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That would be counter productive.

Focus.He mentally smacked his beast and forced himself to pull away from her sweet soft luscious lips.

Eyes were staring at them from every direction.

He roared a little, upset that other people were witnessing their intimate moment.

Col coughed out a laugh. “You’re still in my house, lion.” The dragon male waved to the staircase. “We’ll take care of things for now.”

Aarav didn’t hesitate. He bent, slipped an arm around Connie’s thighs, and put her over his shoulder.

“What the heck? I can walk.” She smacked his backside. “Put me down.”

He grinned, liking her hands on his butt. And her tone said she wasn’t really mad. He rushed down the stairs with her, careful to take them gently so she didn’t get the air knocked out of her.

“Bye, Connie.” Naomi’s voice called from the kitchen.

“Naomi! Tell him to put me down.” Connie whined, lifted her head to seek out the dragon female.

“Pretty sure that looks like fun to me.” Naomi laughed loudly. “You need morefunin your life.”

Connie whined again but didn’t say anything else to Naomi.

Aarav opened the front door and slipped out with his mate still securely hung over his shoulder. His patrol car was parked on the opposite side of the gravel driveway.

He walked with purpose and ignored the whistles and calls from the other guys.

“Aarav.” Connie’s voice was small and slightly anxious.

He opened the passenger door and deposited her in the front seat. Then bent down and kissed her again. A quick nip at her lips. Her taste exploded into his senses again.

Mistake. Dalmeck.

“Connie. I can’t do this. Not here. Not now. I need you to let me take you home.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but then for some reason stopped herself. Some of the spark left her eyes and her sweet pink lips pressed into a tight line.

Something’s wrong.His lion pushed, about to lose his mind.Fix it. Fix her.

He took her chin gently in his hand and pointed her gaze back to meet his. “What changed? What did I do wrong?”

A single tear rolled down one of her cheeks. He wiped it away. “I’m not okay with this. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s fine. I’m fine. I promise. I knew it might be a problem.”

Now he really was confused. “What might be a problem? Connie, I don’t understand.”

“That I’d be the problem. That you wouldn’t really want me…in…you know…that way after you had seen how broken I was. After you’d seen my scars.”

It was like someone had sucked all the air out of the entire atmosphere. He couldn’t breathe. No words came out, just a painful snarl of frustration. She thought he didn’t want her. She thought he wasn’t attracted to her because why…because she had nightmares? Because she had scars?

The anger came, boiling inside him like magma deep within a volcano. But the heat of his anger was not what she deserved. His brave beautiful frightened mate needed more of his patience.

“That is not what I meant when I said I needed to take you home.” He forced his tone to be calm and soothing.

“But you said. You couldn’t…that—”

“Connie, look at me. I’m so hard right now I literally want to rip my clothes off. Your clothes would be next, and I’d be on top of you in the snow right here in front of everyone. I need to take you home so that I can convince you to allow me to make love to you until you can’t move a single muscle from sheer exhausted bliss.”