The Billionaire Dragon Shifter Meets His Match: BBW Paranormal Romance (Gray's Hollow Dragon Shifters Book 6) Read Online Free
wanted to gather her to him all over again, draw her body up against his to kiss her and feel her softness, the lush abundance of her; he saw the fire rise in her eyes and knew that she wanted the same.
He dropped his gaze first, and his eye caught on the glitter of gold and black in the corner behind her. He nodded toward it, and Jane turned half away from him to pick it up without letting go of his hand.
Laurence felt a hunger deeper than lust, his hands aching with the need to be the one to fasten gold around her throat—but that wasn’t his gift to give, and anyway he couldn’t. He couldn’t give what he had to a mate and tie her to himself, knowing that nothing would ever tame the dragon within him.
Jane glanced sideways at him as if she had heard the thought, or simply knew what he wanted. She tucked the medallion into her pocket, setting the matter aside. She must know, at least generally. She was a dragon herself, after all, and—
His mind froze a bit when he tried to imagine what that would mean for the dragon mating ritual he had been told he would someday carry out with his mate. How...?
By the time he’d reminded himself that it didn’t matter, it would never happen, and he certainly didn’t want to find out, he and Jane had followed William down a short corridor and into a larger room, where wide windows revealed that they were in a downtown high rise. The view was out over the darkness of the lake, and even without being able to see much of the sky or the distant horizon, the awareness of being already so high in the air made Laurence long to fly.
That silenced even the constant rage of his dragon; he had always dreaded the day when it didn’t. He had shifted for the first time so much later than Ilie, his next-older brother. He and Ilie had always been close, sharing dragon speech in the nursery before either of them was old enough to talk properly. Even before Laurence was old enough to shift Ilie had been picking him up in his baby-claws and carrying them both from one end of the lawn to the other on stubby wings.
Laurence had longed to be a dragon then. A dragon like Ilie, who was an equally gentle big brother no matter what shape he wore, and always had time for Laurence even when everyone else was busy doting on the twins or Teddy. Gus, their oldest brother, had been marked out from birth as the future head of the family, and future mayor of Gray’s Hollow, which had been ruled by an unbroken string of Gray mayors since its founding two hundred years earlier.
But Laurence hadn’t turned out to be anything like Ilie. He limited himself to visiting Gray’s Hollow, and his favorite brother, no more than twice a year. Twice a year he took the dragonglass off and let himself fly. Only when Ilie and Gus were there; only when he knew he would be kept under control no matter what shape he wore.
He glanced down at his wrists, his hand still holding Jane’s. He felt something like a distant knocking at some locked door, and looked instinctively to Jane. She was frowning a little now, but she only said, “Let’s sit down, all right?”
He nodded, feeling defenseless after that rush of memory. He wanted to be able to be happy with Jane, the way Ilie was with his Becca. But Ilie had been a dragon practically all the time since he was a little child, and still never hurt a soul; it only stood to reason that Ilie could be happy with his mate.
Laurence sat down on a leather loveseat beside Jane, closing both his hands around hers, though he knew he would have to let her go as soon as he could get away.
William was already sitting in an armchair facing them, and when Laurence and Jane were seated he picked up a slim silver laptop from beside his chair and opened it on his knees. He looked suddenly entirely businesslike, and Laurence could feel the moment when his dragon entirely gave up on considering him a rival, which was... strange. He didn’t think he’d ever felt that even with his own
He dropped his gaze first, and his eye caught on the glitter of gold and black in the corner behind her. He nodded toward it, and Jane turned half away from him to pick it up without letting go of his hand.
Laurence felt a hunger deeper than lust, his hands aching with the need to be the one to fasten gold around her throat—but that wasn’t his gift to give, and anyway he couldn’t. He couldn’t give what he had to a mate and tie her to himself, knowing that nothing would ever tame the dragon within him.
Jane glanced sideways at him as if she had heard the thought, or simply knew what he wanted. She tucked the medallion into her pocket, setting the matter aside. She must know, at least generally. She was a dragon herself, after all, and—
His mind froze a bit when he tried to imagine what that would mean for the dragon mating ritual he had been told he would someday carry out with his mate. How...?
By the time he’d reminded himself that it didn’t matter, it would never happen, and he certainly didn’t want to find out, he and Jane had followed William down a short corridor and into a larger room, where wide windows revealed that they were in a downtown high rise. The view was out over the darkness of the lake, and even without being able to see much of the sky or the distant horizon, the awareness of being already so high in the air made Laurence long to fly.
That silenced even the constant rage of his dragon; he had always dreaded the day when it didn’t. He had shifted for the first time so much later than Ilie, his next-older brother. He and Ilie had always been close, sharing dragon speech in the nursery before either of them was old enough to talk properly. Even before Laurence was old enough to shift Ilie had been picking him up in his baby-claws and carrying them both from one end of the lawn to the other on stubby wings.
Laurence had longed to be a dragon then. A dragon like Ilie, who was an equally gentle big brother no matter what shape he wore, and always had time for Laurence even when everyone else was busy doting on the twins or Teddy. Gus, their oldest brother, had been marked out from birth as the future head of the family, and future mayor of Gray’s Hollow, which had been ruled by an unbroken string of Gray mayors since its founding two hundred years earlier.
But Laurence hadn’t turned out to be anything like Ilie. He limited himself to visiting Gray’s Hollow, and his favorite brother, no more than twice a year. Twice a year he took the dragonglass off and let himself fly. Only when Ilie and Gus were there; only when he knew he would be kept under control no matter what shape he wore.
He glanced down at his wrists, his hand still holding Jane’s. He felt something like a distant knocking at some locked door, and looked instinctively to Jane. She was frowning a little now, but she only said, “Let’s sit down, all right?”
He nodded, feeling defenseless after that rush of memory. He wanted to be able to be happy with Jane, the way Ilie was with his Becca. But Ilie had been a dragon practically all the time since he was a little child, and still never hurt a soul; it only stood to reason that Ilie could be happy with his mate.
Laurence sat down on a leather loveseat beside Jane, closing both his hands around hers, though he knew he would have to let her go as soon as he could get away.
William was already sitting in an armchair facing them, and when Laurence and Jane were seated he picked up a slim silver laptop from beside his chair and opened it on his knees. He looked suddenly entirely businesslike, and Laurence could feel the moment when his dragon entirely gave up on considering him a rival, which was... strange. He didn’t think he’d ever felt that even with his own
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