Double Dragons(8)

He turned to walk away to a back room, and she called after him.

“When do I get to see your dragon forms?” she asked.

He glared. “That comes much later. It’s dangerous. For both of our sakes, you should have probably said no.”

“Then why did you ask me?”

“Because Ran thinks you have a quality that all dragons want, and he’s my partner so I have to go along with this, even if I’m not sure.”

“Flattering,” she said.

“Look,” he said. “Do what you want. But I’m not going to be the one blamed when you run.”

“I’m not going to run,” she spat out. “When I’ve set my mind to something, I do it, no matter how big or hard it is.”

Draven gave her a leer, making her realize the double meaning in what she said.

“Dammit!” she said as Ran cracked up, hitting his knee. “I didn’t mean it like that. But I’m not going to run, so you better get used to that.”

Draven just shrugged as he strode off down the hall. “We’ll see,” he called over his shoulder as he disappeared out of sight.

She frowned, indignant that he already doubted her.

“Don’t blame Dray,” Ran said. “We’ve been, pardon the pun, burned before.” He stood and reached out a hand. “You’ll win him over soon enough, dragon-heart.”

She looked up at him with shocked eyes. “What?”

He just grinned mysteriously. “Now come on. I’ll show you your room.”

She nodded slowly, following him down a hallway to a closed door. When it opened, she saw lush furnishings beyond her wildest dreams. A huge, beautiful bed with crimson covers. A large window with elaborate drapes. A nice walk-in closet. She opened it to see it was full of clothing. She supposed they must have gotten it when they went out.

“If you want adventure, come seek us tonight,” Ran said, leaning down to whisper in her ear, brushing his lips against her in a way that sent tingles rushing down to her toes.

She whipped around to respond, but he was already gone. She opened the door wide to look for him, but he’d disappeared, quick as the wind or a snuffed-out flame.





3





Melissa spent the next few hours eating and resting. After a sufficient amount of time alone in her room, looking around at the gray and burgundy furnishings, the satin bedcovers, the gently moving curtains by a slightly open window letting cool air in, she started to come out of the daze she’d been in and snap into reality.

Just as night started to fall.

Dragons. She’d been rescued by two devastatingly gorgeous dragons who now wanted to marry her.

She’d stopped expecting marriage a long time ago. Maybe it was her tendency to keep to herself or the fact that she was in a career that didn’t give her a lot of chances to meet men, but she’d never met someone she was really interested in.

Even in college, when she’d been the type that was more interested in studying and getting good grades than going to parties or chasing frat boys.

And then she’d moved into her career and it had been everything she wanted. Quiet, isolated, with the ability to do as she pleased as long as she got her work done. But it hadn’t afforded a lot of opportunity to meet men.

But now she had, and all because she hadn’t been able to stop herself from interfering in a dangerous situation. And that seemed to be exactly what the dragons liked about her.

She walked to the window and fingered the silky fabric of the drapes in her fingers.

If you want an adventure, come seek us tonight.

Ran’s words came back to her as if carried on the wind, and she put a hand up to rub the back of her neck lightly. Most of her sexual experiences involved vibrators and sexy fantasies. But her mind held a rich array of fantasies she still wanted to experience, and now she had someone to do it with. No matter how dreamlike this whole situation felt, she didn’t see how she could turn that down.

In bed, she guessed Ran would be ardent and aggressive, the type to sweep a woman off her feet and pleasure her until she couldn’t breathe. Draven was more difficult to predict, but he’d be intense, hot, commanding probably.

And they seemed to want her as much as she wanted them. Draven had been reluctant but still willing, and Ran had been ecstatic.

He’d also called her dragon-heart.

It was an odd thing to be called. She’d been called brave a few times in her life. Mostly when people found out what she’d been through, how she’d grown up alone, barely knowing her family before losing them.

Despite being young, she remembered that day clearly. Remembered the screams, remembered the painful feeling of being alone, too young to understand.