Billionaire Dragon's Bride(46)

Now, she knew. She belonged next to her dragon, guiding him when he couldn’t see straight, supporting him when he couldn’t go any further. And though she had thought that her life was not destined to be spent with gold and the fine craft of her family, here too had she been proven wrong. And she was glad for it.

“It’s a beautiful sunrise,” Gemma remarked softly, gazing at the skyline. Devon leant back next to her and sat down as well, snaking an arm around her. She leant against his touch, resting her head on his shoulder, on her dragon’s shoulder.

“Never as beautiful as you,” Devon said, kissing her honey-gold curls. Gemma smiled, squeezing his palm. Who could have thought that happiness, while so hard to find, felt so easy to hold on to? Whatever happened, Gemma was safe in the knowledge that together, they could face any odds and overcome whatever challenges in their way. And, hell, she didn’t mind a few challenges – it kept her on her toes, and a little rebellion was good for the soul. That much she had learned.



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BILLIONAIRE DRAGON’S MATE EXCERPT



“Another, please,” a deep voice said next to her, causing her to spin around to face the owner of such a damn sexy voice. And there he stood, the most damnably hot man she’d seen in a long, long time. He was tall and built like a wall, but still had a certain catlike grace to his movements. Wide shoulders and a tapered waist led into narrow hips and she had to physically stop herself from allowing her eyes to trek any lower. Though they wanted to.

Damn, she thought, wetting her lips and turning away to eye her drink again. It hadn’t been fast enough though. He’d noticed her looking at him. Her heart beat harder in her chest and she could feel a blush coming to her lips as he seemed to take her in from head to toe, his mesmerizing green eyes considering her like she was the tastiest treat and he was a man long left unfed. When Cable wore a look close to it, it made her cringe with disgust, but when this guy gave him that bedroom look… well, let’s just say she immediately wondered where the closest quiet corner was.

Joe the barkeep handed the mystery man his drink and he picked it off the bar.

“Drinking to your engagement?” he asked, a chuckle in his voice. Well, there it was. All her girlish excitement flung straight out of the window. Ruby barely suppressed a groan and threw him a look that could freeze hell over, but he seemed positively untouched by it. If anything, his amusement deepened and that devilish smirk he wore curved a bit at the corner of his mouth. He wore a black tank and a worn leather jacket with dark jeans that clung to his muscled legs and boots that roped up all the way.

The only stand-out oddity about him were the thick gold cuffs he wore on his wrists and the several slim gold chains around his neck. She could spy the colored corners and edges of a few tattoos, but he looked a lot cleaner cut that most of the ruffians at The Rusty Nail. Definitely handsome. Definitely a heartthrob. Definitely off-limits. Wasn’t that just life for you? He didn’t help his case by stepping on that festering boil on her soul called her engagement, either.

“Sure,” she offered noncommittally, raising her shot glass to him.

“Salut,” he said, and his soft, deep timber voice rumbled through her, making her core pulse. She’d given up hope of seeing anyone that really caught her interest near Cable, but here he was, in all his gruff, slightly unwashed but incredibly sexy glory. A bad boy right after her own taste. They both kicked back the drinks and put the glasses back on the counter, where Joe snatched them up before anyone else got the bright idea to smash his wares.

“Again,” the mystery man said, throwing some bills on the counter.

“No, man, I don’t think you should be drinking with me. And in any case, I don’t need you to buy for me,” Ruby said, glancing at him from under lowered lashes. His reddish-brown hair fell slightly on his forehead and it looked so soft she just wanted to run her fingers through it. Probably not a good idea. Unless she wanted to get his ass kicked by Cable & Co.

“Let me decide what I want to do, hmm, sugar?” he said, the way he purred the last word making the hairs on the back of her arm stand up in excitement. Where was he when she was looking for her adventure, huh? Ruby could bet he wouldn’t want to wed her to prove a point!