Destined Dragons: BBW Paranormal Romance (Dragons of New York Book 3) Read Online Free Page B

back window, reading a newspaper and occasionally gazing out over the patio.
    Sterling murmured to himself while rummaging through the fridge. “What about omelets?” he asked Gentry.
    Gentry nodded mildly and went back to reading.
    Roxy felt like she was watching some kind of odd tableaux. Men who were really dragons, reading the paper and deciding on breakfast in their ridiculously huge mansion. She still couldn’t figure out if she was walking in a dream or this was actually real.
    “It’s real,” Sterling said flatly, walking away from the fridge and closing it with a kick of his foot. He set eggs on the counter and pulled out a cheese grater.
    Right. They could read thoughts. She’d never get used to that. “I was hoping I could cook this morning,” she said, eyeing him tentatively.
    Sterling cocked his head, his silver eyes taking an odd light. “Why?”
    “Because I love it. And because if I’m going to stay here, it would make me more comfortable to have something to do.”
    “We’re here to serve you,” Sterling said, ignoring her and cracking the eggs into a glass bowl. “You don’t have to do anything. You can just take a seat and wait for me to be done.”
    She frowned. “That’s not going to work for me. I want to cook. You said if I stayed here, I’d have access to anything I want. This is what I want.”
    Gentry put down his newspaper and watched them with interest.
    Sterling clearly wasn’t used to being contradicted because he approached her with folded arms, trying to intimidate her with his height and his perfect posture and those icy gray eyes. And the heated chemistry between them.
    She gulped. His lashes were so dark, contrasting his irises perfectly. She wanted to reach a hand up and touch his hair to see what it felt like.
    “You can if you want,” he said wryly. “It feels like hair usually does, I imagine.”
    She put a hand up to touch the locks. They were soft but wiry. Very short, tickling her fingers. Heat waved through her, and she pulled back her hand as quickly as she’d put it out.
    She took a step back, feeling blood rush into her neck. “Can’t I cook?” she asked, taking a step back. “I promise it’ll turn out well.”
    “It’s all right with me,” Gentry said. “Come on, Sterling. Do you actually enjoy all the work of cooking?”
    “No, of course not,” Sterling said. But he still looked reluctant to leave breakfast in her hands. “I’m just used to taking care of things.”
    “Doesn’t Gentry ever cook?” Roxy asked, looking over at him. Before Gentry could answer, Sterling cut in.
    “Of course not,” he said, like it should make all the sense in the world.
    “Why do I get the impression this relationship isn’t exactly on equal footing?” she asked. “Is Sterling some kind of servant or something?”
    Gentry threw back his head and laughed while Sterling glared but perched on a stool at the counter so he could watch her cook.
    “I’m no one’s servant. I merely like taking care of my partner.”
    “Sterling’s the most overprotective dragon partner I’ve ever seen,” Gentry said, walking over to join them. “I don’t know how to explain it.”
    “Maybe the fact that you’re the dragon in charge of our region, with the most attempts on your life. Maybe that would explain it,” Sterling said. “Then again, logic was never Gentry’s forte. He thinks with his heart.” Sterling said it like it was a bad thing.
    Roxy cracked the eggs into bowls and pulled out more ingredients for omelets as she listened to the men talk. She was becoming accustomed to their voices and manners already. There was something about them that just felt safe.
    Sterling and Gentry talked about things going on in their world, things she didn’t understand about other dragons taking mates and creatures called wyverns being a problem, while she finished making breakfast.
    “What’s a wyvern?” she asked.
    “It’s what happens when you give a shifter