The Dragon's Charm (Elemental Dragons Book 4)

by Emilia Hartley

  “I’ll be fine.” Right now, he was having a hard time focusing on anything other than what she was doing to him, her soft fingers shooting sparks all the way down his forearms. The memory of how soft and warm she’d felt under him last night rushed into his mind, and he gripped the edge of the table to stop himself from turning around and taking her in his arms.

  Jo picked up some antiseptic cream. “This might sting a little,” she warned, brushing it on gently. “Then maybe a couple of dressings.”

  “I don’t need dressings.”

  “I think you do,” she challenged. “And I’m the nurse, after all.”

  A groan escaped from Nick’s mouth at the thought.

  “Sorry,” Jo whispered, mistaking the sound for pain. “I’m almost done.”

  He tried to smile, focusing on the smell of the antiseptic instead of the images that flooded his mind. “Take your time,” he murmured, closing his eyes, wishing he could tell her not to stop.

  CHAPTER 10

  "I think that should do it," Jo said, finally, scrutinizing her work. All his injuries had been cleaned and dressed, despite his argument and she thought she'd done quite a good job. "You can get up now."

  “Thanks.” His dark eyes watched her as she washed her hands, something brooding in his stare. “You did a good job, Jo.”

  “No problem.” Heat exploded in her belly as she dried her hands, watching him. He didn’t seem to know what to do, his hands curling and muscles tensing. “Is…is everything okay?”

  “Yeah,” he mumbled. “I just need to get another shirt.”

  “Okay,” she replied. “Is there one here?”

  “Upstairs,” he said, making no move to go and get it. “Sorry. That’s two shirts I’ve ruined and left here.”

  She tried to smile, walking over to him. “I don’t mind,” she breathed, putting her hand on his chest and running it gently down over his stomach. “I didn’t want you to leave last night.”

  Nick bit his lip, lifting his head to the ceiling. “I had to,” he said, his breathing ragged. “I can’t do this, Jo.”

  “Why not?” His words stung, but she could tell that he was fighting this, for whatever reason. He wanted her. And she wanted him.

  “I just can’t.”

  Standing on tiptoe, Jo stretched up towards him, lifting her arms around his neck. “That’s not a reason, Nick.”

  This was not a good idea. He could still smell blood and the bear was growling for more. Being with Jo last night had made him vulnerable, but for some reason, he couldn’t stay away. “I can’t be myself with you,” he tried to explain, even though her mouth was an inch away from his. “It’s dangerous.”

  Her eyes flared, and he could hear the way her heartbeat picked up pace. “Maybe I like dangerous.” Taking a quick breath, Jo kissed him, hard, pressing herself up against him.

  A growl ripped from his throat, as he grabbed her and spun her around, pushing her against the table. Jo could hardly get her breath as he pulled her shirt up, his hands exploring her skin underneath, barely taking his mouth from hers. Flinging her head back, she rolled her neck as he grazed his teeth down her jawline and along her shoulder. His hands moved lower, working at her jeans.

  “Nick,” she breathed, tugging his head back up so that she could kiss him again. “Promise me you won’t stop this time.” She had to know, had to be assured that he wasn’t going to leave her again. Last night had been an experience she didn’t want to repeat.

  “I…” His fingers stopped working at the buttons on her jeans, his arousal just begging for satisfaction but Nick knew he had to deny it. “I want you, Jo.”

  “Then don’t stop,” she whimpered, leaning back against the table so that her covered breasts were close to his face.

  “I have to,” he gasped, wanting nothing more than to bury his face into her soft mounds. “This isn’t right.”

  His words fell on deaf ears, as Jo pulled him back down, lying along the length of the table. Her body was calling to him, and he couldn’t help but answer it. His lips and hands moved, exploring whatever bare skin was available to him. The bear was growing louder, its roar shaking him inside, but Nick chose to ignore it. His eyes glowed as he tugged at her shirt, wanting to get rid of it so there wasn’t anything between them.

  “Nick,” Jo breathed, kneading his shoulders. “Don’t stop this time.”

  Pain blasted through his shoulder, her fingers pressing against his injuries – and the bear exploded. With a snarl, he ripped the shirt from her body, his nails tearing her skin. His spine was bending, his muscles tensing. You can’t change, Nick!

  “Ouch!” Sitting up, Jo pushed him away with a frown. “What did you do?”

  Breathing heavily, Nick took a step back. Staring at her, he realized that his nails had, somehow, torn her skin. She was scratched, redness appearing just below her collar bone. Ice washed over him, his arousal disappearing immediately. "I'm so sorry," he breathed, his eyes wide with shock. "I didn't mean to."

  Jo shrugged. "It’s not exactly a life threatening injury, Nick, don’t look so scared! You're a bit rough compared to my previous…." Thinking better of it, she shook her head. "It doesn't matter, though, it's just a scratch. I like that you want me so much." Her eyes darkened as she coyly beckoned him back toward her. "Where are you going? Don't you want to carry on, maybe finish what we started this time?"

  Nick’s jaw worked. He wanted nothing more than to take her, but the damage he’d done was warning enough. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

  "It's just a couple of scratches!" she exclaimed, jumping down from the table. "It's nice to be so wanted, I guess, so I'll take it as a compliment. We can go upstairs if you like."

  He couldn’t take his eyes from the marks he’d left on her. They might be slight, but they were enough of a warning. Nick knew he had to stop, that he couldn’t touch her again. His bear had almost come right out of his skin, the pain in his shoulder enough to make him want to – need to – change. “No, I –”

  Jo’s phone rang, startling them both and breaking the mood immediately.

  “Why don’t you get that?” Nick said, trying to calm himself down. “I’ll maybe go and find another shirt.”

  Jo smiled tightly, her eyes filling with disappointment. That was the second time he’d backed away, and she was getting tired of it. Why couldn’t he tell her what the problem was?

  Picking up the phone, she frowned, not recognizing the number. "Hello?"

  “Jo?”

  Her heart sank. It was Brian. He must have got hold of a different number somehow, still mad at her for blocking his number. “What?”

  “Don’t use that tone with me!” he exclaimed, his voice immediately going into that fake British, overly posh accent.

  Jo rolled her eyes. “What do you want, Brian?”

  Listening to him go on and on about how rude she was, how ungrateful she was that she’d been given such an amazing opportunity to go and get this client’s work for their gallery, Jo sat down heavily in one of the plush sofas. “Yes, Brian,” she murmured, resting her head back. It didn’t matter what she said, Brian was clearly angry with her and was getting everything off his chest in one go.

  Nick prowled down the stairs, his careful footsteps not making a sound. Jo was leaning back on the couch, her eyes closed and strain on her face. He could hear a man’s voice going on and on, catching a few words that made his blood pump furiously. This must be her boss again. He seemed to be the only one that made Jo turn into the tense, stressed out mess that was clearly very unhappy. Sitting down on the bottom step, Nick clenched his fists, his jaw set. Jo was beginning to get upset and he didn’t like it.

  “Okay, Brian,” Jo protested, weakly. “I think you’ve said enough, don’t you?”

  “Enough?” Brian screeched, taking a long breath. “I don’t think I’ve said nearly enough, Jo! Am I getting through to you at all? Am I?”

  “Yes, you are,” Jo replied, a lump in her throat.
“I –” Her words were drowned out as he began to talk over her again.

  Nick couldn't take it anymore, especially when he saw the sheen of tears in her eyes, as she blinked furiously. The guy was a moron and he wasn't going to let him speak to Jo like that. Jo needed to be strong and stand up for herself, but he could tell by the way she sagged against the sofa that she wasn't able to be right now. His hackles were rising, a rattle in his throat as he caught the words ‘idiot' and ‘ungrateful'. Wanting to do something about it, he got to his feet, taking a breath to calm himself down.

  Striding over, he snatched the phone from her hand, a dark look in his eyes. “Look,” he said, holding the phone to his ear. “I don’t think that’s any way to speak to a valued employee. Don’t call Jo back again until you can be civil. Got it?” Without saying another word, he hung up, throwing the cell phone on the sofa, stomping over to the kitchen and muttering something about coffee.

  CHAPTER 11

  Jo stared after him, a little confused about what had just happened. The way he’d snatched the phone from her hand had completely shocked her, the darkness in his eyes sending a chill through her body. His teeth had bared as he’d barked words down the phone, his entire body tense and his hand curling into a fist. She couldn’t quite believe what he’s said to Brian, but was surprised to find she wasn’t upset. He’d defended her. Swallowing, Jo watched as Nick slammed things around the kitchen, clearly still annoyed with Brian.

  “I’m sorry,” she managed to say, as he strode back over to her. “I didn’t mean to get upset. I know I’ve already cried all over you once already.”

  He looked at her, surprised. “That’s not what I’m frustrated about, Jo.”

  “It’s not?”

  “No,” he said, shaking his head, his hair flying in all directions like an animal shaking its fur. “The way that man was speaking to you wasn’t right, Jo. I don’t know why you put up with it.”

  “He’s my boss,” she explained.

  “So?” His face grew angry. “That doesn’t give him the right to treat you that way.”

  Jo felt heat trickle up her neck and into her face. “You heard what he was saying, huh?”

  “Well, he was shouting pretty loudly,” Nick replied, finally sitting down on the sofa. “Why do you let him speak to you like that? Why not say something?”

  She shrugged. “I’ve never really stood up for myself. I suppose that’s why things have never changed for me at Liberty Art.”

  "You mean, with the constant traveling?"

  Jo tried to smile. “I wouldn’t mind it if it wasn’t so uncomfortable and tiring. If he’d just let me fly instead of having to drive all the time.”

  He was watching her carefully, his eyes almost glittering. “So why don’t you tell him you’re not doing it anymore?”

  “I tried that,” she mumbled, lifting her cup to her lips. “He basically told me to stop complaining or I’d get fired.”

  A jolt fired through Nick’s body, forcing him to grab onto the arm of the sofa, his lips pulling back in a silent snarl. Rage poured into his limbs, as he took great heaving breaths, forcing the bear to stay quiet.

  “Are you all right?”

  “Fine,” he bit out. “I’m just angry that someone would treat you that way.”

  She sighed, knowing that he was right and feeling stupid that she’d never done anything about Brian. “I didn’t want to lose my job, so I just went with it.”

  Nick had to wait until the bear was completely quiet again before he answered. “There are things you can do,” he said, quietly, after a few minutes. “And even if you did decide to quit, would that be so bad? Couldn’t you get a job elsewhere, a place that made you happy?” He knew that Jo liked the art side of her job, but Brian was making her life miserable.

  Tears pricked at the corner of Jo's eyes. "I guess," she said, softly. "It's all a bit scary, though, you know? I used to love my job before Brian basically ruined it."

  He came to sit next to her, his strong arm wrapping around her shoulders. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his low voice rumbling in his chest. “Listen, as far as I’m concerned, you should do something that makes you happy, Jo. Take chances, no matter how risky. They usually work out.”

  She couldn't help but cry, her tears soaking his shirt as he tugged her closer to him. "I'm so confused," she sniffed. "I've been too scared to quit because I don't know what I'd do with my life, so I've just put up with Brian."

  Stay here with me, Nick wanted to say, hating to see her so upset. “I get that,” he replied, instead. “I wasn’t meaning to make things worse between you and him.”

  “No, no, thank you for doing that,” she insisted, looking up at him. “No-one ever really stood up like that for me before. I – I’m glad you did.”

  A great swell of pride rose in his chest, as he settled her against him. “I didn’t like how he was speaking to you. I tried to stay out of it but I just lost it, I suppose.”

  Jo smiled, her tears drying up. “Well, thank you for losing it, Nick.”

  His chest rumbled with quiet laughter. “You’re more than welcome.”

  They sat quietly for a long time. Nick’s bear was quiet and content, now that he had Jo beside him. He’d protected her, stood up for her, and his bear was pleased about that. However, his human brain was warning him that he should be as far away from her as he could get, that the way she’d just dissolved into tears was the example of her vulnerability he needed. Humans are delicate. Not for shifters like you.

  “I’m so glad you’re here,” Jo murmured, almost drifting off to sleep. Her hand inched further along his chest, the muscles rippling underneath her fingers, her hair tickling his chin.

  “I’m glad I’m here too,” he replied, unable to stop himself from leaning down and kissing her lightly on the lips. It wasn’t a passionate or heated kiss, rather just a gentle one that made her smile.

  “Will you stay with me tonight, Nick?” she asked, her voice barely louder than a whisper. “After what happened, I don’t want to be alone.”

  Nick licked his lips. “I guess I could stay,” he mumbled, running his free hand through his hair. “I know you were really frightened.”

  “Nothing has to happen between us if you don’t want it to,” Jo continued, trying to be honest. “I mean, I thought you wanted it as much as I did, but I’m getting the impression you don’t.”

  Glad he couldn’t see her face, Nick swallowed and tried to explain. “It’s just complicated, Jo.”

  She sighed, slowly sitting up and away from him. “If you ever want to explain to me why it’s complicated, then I’m here to listen,” she said, getting up. “Thanks for agreeing to stay, though. Those bears really shook me up.”

  “No problem.” Running a hand through his hair, Nick watched Jo with hungry eyes as she walked to the sink to wash their coffee mugs. Twice he’d pulled away from her and he didn’t think he’d manage to resist her a third time. So why had he agreed to stay? Because she needs you.

  Blowing out a long breath, Nick shook his head, groaning loudly. “This is too hard,” he mumbled, getting up. Stopping for a moment, Nick frowned as he heard the sound of a car pulling up. Jo hadn’t heard it of course, but Nick could bet it would be his brother.

  “I – uh….”

  “Oh,” Jo exclaimed, catching sight of Tom through the window. “Tom’s here.”

  “I’ll get the door,” Nick said, quickly. From his brother’s scent, he could tell that he was angry. It would be best to take this outside.

  “Nick,” Tom said, as Nick opened the door. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

  “Is everything okay?” Jo asked, wiping her hands on the towel.

  Tom gave her a brief smile. “Everything’s fine,” he growled, his eyes still on Nick. “I just need to speak to my brother.”

  “I won’t be long,” Nick said, reassuringly, closing the door behind him.

  Tom’s hands were curling into fists as he faced his bro
ther. “Where have you been? You’ve been gone for ages.”

  “What are you talking about?” Nick asked, frowning. “I came out to send the Northern Wind pack away, which I managed, by the way.”

  “So I see,” Tom replied, his face angry. “You didn’t think to let me know that you were okay? I’ve been watching the camera feed for ages and didn’t see you!”

  “What, you thought they’d got me?”

  A snarl ripped from Tom’s throat. “What other explanation was there?”

  "I was looking after Jo," Nick explained, trying to calm his brother down. "She was really scared and I had some scratches that needed to be cleaned up."

  “And she did that for you?”

  “Yes,” Nick said, spreading his hands. “So what?”

  Tom snorted. “You’re telling me there’s nothing going on between you?”

  “Of course not.”

  “Really?” Tom replied, sarcasm in his voice. “So why can I smell her on you?”

  There was no explanation for that. “It’s not your business, Tom,” Nick said, eventually. “I’m working things out myself.

  Tom walked away, blowing out a long, exasperated breath, before spinning on his heel and thumping his brother hard. “What on earth do you think you’re doing, Nick? You know we can’t touch humans!”

  “I’m not,” Nick protested. “I mean, I’m trying not to.”

  “You have got to stay away from her,” Tom continued, anger blazing in his eyes. She’s no good for you, Nick! Shifters don’t mate with humans.”

  Nick growled, gritting his teeth.

  “She can’t give you cubs, Nick!”

  “Maybe I don’t want that.”

  Tom’s lip curled. “So you’re just going to have her for a couple of nights and then let her go? What if you change? What if you lose control?”

  Nick’s stance grew menacing. “It’s not your business, Tom.”