Crouching Tigress Horny Dragon (Fire Mates #3) Read Online Free Page A

pooling between her thighs and stealing her ability to breathe.
    How was he doing this to her? And how did she stop him without—
    “Bullshit.”
    His blunt voice snatched a gasp from her lips.
    “For starters,” he went on, his stare once again holding hers, “the so-called Riders rarely survive a sexual encounter with a dragon long enough to give themselves a title. And secondly, no human, no matter how into dragons she might be, smells like you.”
    “It’s true.” Deanne jutted out her chin as she struggled to fight the hunger overwhelming her. She wasn’t scared of him. She’d never been scared of a dragon shifter. It was one of the few things Julian praised her for. And one of the reasons she was so revered.
    Oh, but you’ve never come face to face with a dragon like this one, have you, Roe?
    His nostrils flared. His eyes narrowed. He drew closer to her, his head lowering to an inch from her face. “Bull. Shit.”
    “I could tell what you were when I first walked into the bar.” She barely resisted the overwhelming urge—no, the craving—to close the small distance between their faces and capture his mouth with hers. “Why else do you think I walked over to you? Because I wanted to have a conversation? Because I wanted to hear you say g’day and crikey ?” She barked out a laugh, fighting to stay motionless. “No. I wanted to be fucked by a dragon.”
    His eyes flickered, an unreadable silver light that sent liquid tension straight to the junction of her thighs. “And you just happen to exude the same pheromones as a female dragon? What? Did you buy it by the bottle on eBay?”
    His accent—very Australian, very unsettling—grew thicker with each sarcastic word. As did the undeniably rigid length of his cock pressing against her belly. She stared up at him, her heart thumping fast in her throat. Pheromones? What the hell was he talking about?
    “You’re mistaken,” she insisted, shaking her head. God, why did her voice sound so breathless? She was never breathless. Never unsettled. She’d been interacting with dragons her whole adult life. Longer. Since she was a young teenager. Since her father had introduced her to the world of dragon shifters. She knew everything there was to know, everything that had to be done.
    And yet, the pheromones? Why didn’t she know about the pheromones? Why hadn’t Julian told her about them? And what the hell was a Fire Mate? It sounded important. He’d called her that. Surely she should know what a Fire Mate was. Surely her father should have mentioned it. Why didn’t she know about Fire Mates?
    Because you’ve never done this before. For all your interaction with dragon shifters, you’ve never been devoured by lust before. You’ve never lost yourself to the moment. Whatever he’s done to you, it’s made you—
    “Now tell me again.” The Australian’s voice growled over her senses, sending a ripple of wicked excitement through her. Damn it, why did just the sound of his voice push her close to orgasmic rapture? “Why did you want me out in that alley so badly? Why are you denying you’re a dragon?” He drew closer to her still. “And while we’re at it, what is your name?”
    Deanne forced herself to remain motionless. “I’m not a dragon. I’m a Rider. You’re not my first. My name is none of your bus—”
    His mouth closed over hers before she could finish, the kiss brutal and savage. Before she could stop herself, or contemplate what she was doing, she poured herself into the kiss, her tongue mating with his. This wasn’t the plan, but she couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop.
    The ends justified the means; that had always been her way. The ends justified the means.
    Oh, but you’ve never experienced “means” like this before, Roe, have you?
    The Australian’s hands scraped up her rib cage, covered her breasts. She whimpered, pressing her hips to his. She was on fire again. Burning up in her desire. Her need for him. To be