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

filled by him.
    She reached for his fly, her pulse racing at the feel of his trapped, engorged cock straining against the denim. That was good. It would spring free the second she released it. She could impale herself on its hard, thick length immediately.
    She could—
    His lips tore from hers. There one second—gone the next. As were his hands from her body.
    Deanne snapped open her eyes, her breath ragged.
    He stood but a few feet away, the edges of his mouth twitching. “Now tell me what your name is. Or shall I spend the rest of eternity calling you Fire Mate?”
    Fire Mate.
    The two words seemed to reach into Deanne’s core like a tight fist. Her pulse accelerated until it was a painful hammering in her throat, her nipples grew hard and painful. A heat more intense than the sun’s rays caressed her flesh, her limbs. Laved at her sex, her clit.
    She gasped, her eyes wide, her breath caught.
    What the fuck was going on? None of this made any sense.
    “What is a Fire Mate?” she asked. The faintest stirrings of fear licked at her. Tainted the concentrated lust heating her blood.
    The Australian’s stare narrowed. “How can you not know?”
    Deanne licked at her lips. They were dry. And craving the touch of his. “I told you,” she snapped back, although even to her ears it sounded like a whispered plea. “I’m not a dragon shifter. I’m a groupie. I get off on sex with your kind. I hunt your kind to—”
    “Hunt? Fuck, I forgot…” The man’s snarl made her flinch. He stepped away from her, scanning the dark park around them.
    He suddenly looked dangerous. Very dangerous. Menacing strength seemed to claim his tall, lean body, and a low growl—unlike any she’d heard a dragon shifter make before—rumbled in his chest. It should have made her worried. On edge. Instead, the whole package made her aroused.
    Made her want to throw him to the ground, strip his clothes from his body, and impale herself on his cock.
    “The Extraho Venator may have tracked us,” he said, turning back to her. “It’s not safe for us here with the hunter likely on our tail, and I’m not in the mood to shift to incinerate him.”
    Deanne’s heart slammed into her throat. Shift.
    Oh boy, Roe, that’s exactly what you want him to do. Of course, the timing completely sucks now.
    “We need to get out of here,” he said. “Now.”
    “Or we could go back to the alley,” she suggested, head roaring, pulse pounding. “My bike is there. We could go back together, and I could maybe take you to wherever it is you go to stretch your wings.”
    Silver-gray eyes turned to her. His nostrils flared. “ What is your name?”
    The tone of his voice sent a wicked thrill into the pit of her belly. She’d never met a dragon like him. He was…intoxicating. Swallowing the sudden lump of confusion in her throat, she lifted her chin and met his unwavering stare. “Tigress.”
    He burst out laughing.
    Deanne gaped at him. Laughing? He was laughing? At her? Right now? How did a man go instantly from being almost petrifying in his menacing intensity to downright sexy in his boyish mirth?
    “Of course your name’s Tigress.” He grinned, shaking his head. “The ink should have given it away.”
    Deanne’s hand flew to the tiger tattoo above her hipbone. “Do you have a problem with my name?”
    “I do if you expect me to call you that from now on.” He chuckled. “Especially when we’re having sex. A dragon should not yell out Tigress while fucking another like rabbits. One too many animals in the mix, I’m afraid.”
    A fresh ribbon of lust unfurled through Deanne at his words. She pressed her thighs together, willed the craven want away and crossed her arms over her breasts. “Who says we’re going to have sex? Maybe the way you’re behaving is too weird for me to actually want sex with you anymore. And what’s wrong with calling out Tigress?”
    He laughed again. “We’re Fire Mates. We’re going to spend the next two or