Page 23 of Desired By the Dragon

“Max.” She turned and nodded, running her eyes over me and lingering on my arms for a moment before her jaw tightened and she looked away. “Good to see you.”

I looked away from her for a second to smile politely at the older man and woman standing behind her, their faces familiar enough to tell me they were her parents.

Then I grabbed her hand and tugged her with me into the centre of the floor where people moved together to the beat. “Dance with me.”

She gasped and fuck, I wanted her to make that sound again. “Max⁠—”

“One dance,” I offered, and then pulled her close enough to see how my proximity made her pupils dilate. “Unless you’re scared?” I clamped down on my amusement, lest she think I was laughing at her, and settled for a cocky half-smile.

Blowing out a breath and tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear, Kiernan finally nodded. “One dance,” she warned, and I fought to hide my smug triumph. “One,” she reiterated and I nodded.

That was all I needed.

Chapter Ten

Kiernan

I’d known coming to this party was a mistake. Unfortunately, I’d been guilt-tripped into attending by my mom and, to a lesser extent, my dad. The clans were big on inter-dragon mingling ever since dragon numbers began to drop, and then biology took over. We never used to have a heat, unlike other supes like the shifters, but as our numbers dwindled, Mother Nature had apparently decided enough was enough.

And so, horny dragons it was.

Max pulled me close, his chest brushing mine with every breath he took, and his scent overwhelmed my senses. Blue eyes pierced mine until I was drowning in their depths, the cheesy alt cover of a Taylor Swift song barely noticeable as my body honed in on him: The slight uptick in his heartbeat, the way he wet his bottom lip, the heat that built between us until the air felt thick and I struggled to take a breath.

We were barely even moving, just holding each other in the middle of the dance floor like idiots, but I was brought back into reality sharply when someone jostled us.

I realized it wasn’t an accident when I managed to pull my eyes away from Max’s and found Taylor grinning at us. “Whoops! Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt. I was just taking your mom for a spin, Max.”

The other woman fluttered her dark lashes and smiled slyly. “I’ve heard a lot about you, dear. Mostly from Taylor,” she teased and I laughed. “Leah. Lovely to meet you.”

“Actually, we’ve met.” I smiled at her clear embarrassment. “Don’t worry, it was a long time ago and I was barely past a hatchling. I believe you know my mother.”

Leah squinted like she was trying to place me and then gasped. “Oh, you’re Lottie’s daughter? I didn’t realize, but now you say it you do look a lot like your mom. Are they here?”

I nodded. “They’re around somewhere.”

“Well, we’ll let you get back to your dance.” Max’s mom smiled and patted his cheek gently. “Have fun,” she said, but it sounded more like don’t mess this up, which would have been funny — except there was nothing between us to mess up. Just one night of incredible sex, and an admittedly large sex toy collection.

Taylor winked at Max, who grumbled beneath his breath as he spun me around so we had our backs to the meddling dragon. “Sorry about that. Taylor’s just being a dick.”

My laugh shocked us both, but Max slowly smiled too. “Song’s nearly over.”

“Then I suppose I should make the most of my remaining time with you, huh?” His mouth curved and I fought back the urge to lick that damned dimple in his cheek. “What?” His brows lowered, the look in his blue eyes knowing. “Thinking about round two?” he murmured and I scowled.

“Couldn’t be further from the truth,” I lied and his hands tightened fractionally on my waist.

“Liar.”

I didn’t get a chance to protest before he spun me out and tugged me back in, the speed leaving me pressed to his chest and breathless.

“Max—”

“You really expect me to believe that one night was enough for you? It wasn’t enough for me.” Desire made his voice husky and annoyingly, the words shot straight between my legs and made me tingle.

Worse was the fact that he was right. All I’d thought about all week was him, often accompanied by what was quickly becoming my favorite red dildo. It had nothing on him though.

I’d even woken up two nights ago with my bed on fire after a particularly hot and heavy dream. It was like being a goddamn hatchling all over again. My control was shot, my pussy was constantly wet, and my skin physically ached the longer I went without him touching me.

But this would all be over at the end of the month. I just had to hold out until then, and then I could go back to pretending he didn’t exist.