Chapter 3

Willow followed behind the bouncers that were dragging Feno and the shifter out of the bar. She was pleased that he felt the need to defend her honor, but it wasn’t necessary to do it with such violence. She knew shifters could be a brutal bunch, but to see it in person, she could do nothing but shake her head.

It took two large, burly men to drag Feno out the back door, while the other guards had taken the other men out the front door. Four men had tried to jump Feno, but it was he who was the victor.

He was impressive, and her heart raced at the sight of him fighting four large shifters.

“Get out of here,” one of the bouncers yelled. They pushed him out the door and into the back alley.

Willow squeezed around the men, and they slammed the door. Feno barked out a laugh and placed his hands on his hips.

She turned from the door and found him leaning up against the brick wall of the building behind the bar.

“How can you laugh at what just happened?” she asked, confused. Did he enjoy fighting those men?

“Let’s just say, be careful what you wish for.” He chuckled, wiping the blood from his lip.

She had no clue what he was talking about. She slowly made her way to him and saw the evidence of his bar brawl. His face was lined with cuts and the beginning of bruises.

“You left here with two women last month?” She glared at him with her hands on her hips. Two women?

“I should have made sure I broke the fucking wolf’s jaw.” He grimaced and looked at her.

“You’re crazy,” she muttered and stood in front of him.

“You have no fucking idea.” He shook his head, met her eyes.

She reached up a hand and traced one of the cuts on his cheek. The shifter must have brandished his claws when fighting Feno.

“You’re injured.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“You were fighting for me. Why is that? You just met me?” The warming sensation reached the tips of her fingers. Her healing powers were coming forth. She watched, fascinated, the cut on his cheek mending together.

“What are you doing?” He grabbed her hand in his.

“Healing you,” she whispered and pushed her energy forth. Her lips curved up; she was pleased with her work. His wounds disappeared before her eyes.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I don’t like the thought of you being hurt,” she admitted. Her eyes flickered to his, and she tucked her hair behind her ear. “I answered your question, now answer mine.”

He looked away from her, his strong grip releasing her hand. She bit her lip, wanting to feel his hands all over her naked flesh. Just the thought of him running his calloused hands along her skin gave her goosebumps.

“Because I want you,” he growled. “The minute I saw you, I knew I wanted you. The scent of you is driving my animal wild. I can all but taste your arousal on my tongue. Did I beat the shit out of those fuckers for interrupting us? Yes. Would I do it again? Fuck, yeah.”

She gasped. He pushed off the wall and drew her to him. Her aching nipples strained against her dress, vying for his attention. She knew that in the shifter world, they saw, they wanted, they took, and right now, she ached for him to take her. She didn’t want to seem desperate, but it had been a while since she’d been intimate with anyone. Maybe that’s what she needed in order to focus on getting Delia back.

She needed to get laid.

And she knew just the person who could help her. For just one night, she wanted to be selfish and take pleasure in what Feno had to offer.

“Are we going to continue to stand here in this alley, or do you want to get out of here?” she breathed.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he growled.

A dark sedan pulled to a halt at the mouth of the alley. He grabbed her hand and led her toward the vehicle. She had to quicken her steps, following close behind him. His long strides had her almost jogging to keep up with him.

They arrived at the car, and she stared at it in amazement. How did the driver know when he would be ready? She hadn’t seen him with a cell phone. Opening the back door, he assisted her inside the vehicle, then got in behind her and shut the door.

“How did you do that?” she asked, looking around the car.

“Do what?”

“Make the car suddenly appear?”

“I have a special connection with my driver.” Feno grinned at her and tugged her close to him. The partition between them and the driver was up. He touched where the deep cut had been and drew his hand away. “You’re strong, my little witch.”

His little witch.

Her core clenched at his endearment.

“Healing is one of my fortes,” she murmured. She moved her hair away from her face and pushed it all over one shoulder.

He reached a hand out and gently cupped her cheek. She leaned into his large hand and briefly closed her eyes, and he brought her face close to his. His breath ghosted her lips, and she waited for him to make the final move.

“In the morning, we’ll search for Delia, but tonight, I’m going to thoroughly explore your body. Tonight is for us, so don’t worry about a thing, my little witch. I’ll keep you safe.”

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Feno’s body practically hummed with excitement as Winston coasted up to his condo, which was located in Westwend. His dragon was pleased to have their mate with them. They exited the car.

“Do you need anything else, sir?” Winston asked through their telepathic link.

“No, we’re good. Thanks for coming to get us ,” Feno replied.

He led Willow into his place and thought of the day he would take her to his castle, Dragonstone Hold. He gently nudged her on then locked the door.

“Make yourself comfortable.” He watched her walk ahead of him through his foyer.

“Your place is beautiful.” She smiled and twirled around in a circle.

He caught the brief hint of her thighs with her dress flowing around her legs. The sight of her creamy tan thighs would now be forever engrained in his mind. He licked his lips with the thought of diving headfirst between those luscious legs.

But catching a whiff of himself, he realized he needed to shower first. He smelled of beer, smoke, and sweat.

Not a good combination for a dragon who was about to be with his mate for the first time.

“I can give you a tour a little later if you’d like.” He guided her to his family room that was off the kitchen. “Help yourself to anything in the house. I just want to get cleaned up.”

“Okay,” she murmured. She moved toward the couch to take a seat.

Watching her reach for the remote to the television, he was satisfied that she would entertain herself while he showered. He jogged down the hallway to his private quarters, stripping off his clothes on his way to the bathroom. His cock jutted out, ready for action. He tried to will it down and entered his bathroom, but it had a mind of its own.

He walked around the glass shower door and turned on the water. He grimaced; the chilled spray hit his skin, and he gritted his teeth until the water warmed. The chill from the water did nothing to combat the painful erection he was sporting. He grabbed his soap and lathered himself up.

He tried to think of anything that would help kill the erection and gave it a quick tug. He couldn’t come at Willow in this position. He would blow his load the minute she touched him. A sound drew his attention. The air escaped from his chest, and he stared at the beautiful sight in the doorway.