A dragon shifter finds his mate, but now he's put her in danger. He has to protect her at any cost, because he can't handle losing another person he loves.
Pete had his heart ripped to pieces years ago when his family was murdered in their home. He left the island his family owned, vowing never to return.
He's spent years searching for his mate, someone to help ease the pain and give him a reason to live. As soon as he sees Wendy he knows she's the one. And for some unexplainable reason he feels the needs to take her to his island and show her where he grew up. With her by his side, he thinks he might be able to face the scene of the crime, and maybe he can even forgive himself for not being able to save his family.
And while they're there he plans to tell Wendy the truth about himself—he's a dragon shifter. Surely that won't freak her out, will it?
Arriving at the island, Pete quickly discovers he's put the woman he loves in danger. Someone evil—the person responsible for his family's death, he believes—is lurking on the island, and now he's coming after them. But Pete refuses to lose another person he loves to this lunatic.
Content Warning: contains strong language, some violence, and lots of hot, steamy sex scenes
Pete leaned forward a little into her space and lowered his voice. "And every time I've thought of you it's given me a hard-on. That's a whole lot of wood, sugar." He sat back in his seat and watched the color of her cheeks grow an even deeper pink.
Wendy took his hands in her own and began to make a drama out of examining them carefully.
Knowing full well he was falling into a trap, he asked, "What are you looking for?"
"The blisters or signs of splinters," she simply stated.
"What the hell are you going on about?" he asked, his brain not fully functioning with her hands on him.
"Well, a man with so much wood is going to have to take care of things himself if he hasn't touched another woman," she said, taking her gaze off his hands and looking straight into his eyes.
Before she could pull her hands away from his he gripped one of them and lifted it to his mouth. He placed the tip of each finger in his mouth, one by one, and sucked. He could smell the heat of her arousal, which filled the air between them. He watched her eyelids drop to half-mast briefly before she quickly pulled herself together.
"What are you doing?" she asked, tugging her hand back.
"Making sure you don't have blisters."
"What?" she nearly screeched at him.
Leaning toward her, he whispered with a grin. "I don't need to read your mind to know just how hot I make you."
She sat back in her seat, her cheeks glowing pink. He leaned back and picked up his coffee.
"This wasn't how I envisioned the conversation, the night, or in fact the whole damn day to be honest," she huffed, picking up her mug.
Be careful, his dragon warned when they both scented the first tinge of irritation coming from her.
I know. I just can't resist. She looks so delicious when she blushes.
His dragon's answer was a low groan that he liked it too.
"Can't go back in time, sugar, but I'll give you a break and I'll try to behave for a little bit and we can talk."
"I can't promise, but I can try. You know, old dog and new tricks…" He winked at her.