by Ariel Marie
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Epilogue
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Her Fierce Dragon
Ariel Marie
Copyright © 2018 by Ariel Marie
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, businesses, events, and incidents are a figment of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any similarities to real people, businesses, locations, history, and events are a coincidence.
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WARNING: Due to the explicit language and graphic sexual scenes, this book is intended for mature (18 years +) readers only. If things of this nature offend you, this book would not be for you. If you like a good, steamy romance, with dragon shifters, then you have chosen wisely…
Ariel Marie
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Epilogue
A Letter To The Reader
About the Author
Also by Ariel Marie
Chapter One
His dragon huffed at the amount of clouds that were in the sky as he coasted through the night. It kept him from being able to appreciate the twinkles of the stars in the midnight sky. Flying relaxed his dragon.
Feno Kelmyar was a very jealous dragon shifter at the moment. His brother, Vander, had found his mate, completed the mating ritual, and was now expecting his first child. Dragons waited their entire lives for the day they would find that one special someone they would spend an eternity with. Not that he wasn’t happy for his brother, he was. He even liked Faye, Vander’s mate, but Feno’s dragon was drawing impatient.
Where was she?
He demanded for her to present herself now.
Whoever she was.
Feno wanted to blow off some of this frustration, and knew of a certain bar that catered to paranormals. He changed direction, heading toward Blue Creek. He knew he could get into a good fight tonight.
That’s what he needed—a chance to fuck someone or something up.
His dragon growled in agreement. He too was desperate to find their mate, and since that was not happening at this exact moment, kicking some ass would do.
He picked up his speed, anxious to get to the bar. He’d have a drink or three, and see what mischief he could get into. Once the city came into view, he used his magic to keep people from seeing his massive dragon.
Dragon shifters were one of the most powerful shifters of all the paranormal world. They kept to themselves, not wanting to reveal that they existed. They were strong fighters of the human race, and those of the paranormal world. A dragon shifter only allowed those that he trusted to know of their power and true nature.
Feno found a safe place a few blocks away from his destination to land his massive beast. He pulled back on his animal, allowing the shift to occur and his human self to come forward. He waved a hand and his clothes magically appeared, covering his naked flesh. He was sure it would cause a ruckus if he went into the bar naked.
Men would be jealous of the size of his cock.
He chuckled as he began his walk to the bar. He desired a good stiff drink. If there were no opponents that would be worthy of a fight, maybe he would find a female to relieve his frustration on in other ways. Finding release in the carnal sense wouldn’t take away all his frustrations at not finding his mate, but it sure would lighten the load he carried between his legs.
It was a Friday night, and the streets were lined with people going out to their favorite bars and hangouts. Blue Creek was a town that had a heavy mixture of humans and paranormals. Stalking down the street, the glint in his eyes or the pure size of him caused every person to move out of his way.
He grunted, glad he didn’t have to say a word. He was a powerful dragon shifter, and though not many knew what he was, they would feel his power radiating from him. Certain paranormals did cast a curious glance his way, not knowing what he was, but they at least knew to stay the hell out of his way.
He arrived at the bar and threw the door open. The security guard, a bear shifter, standing inside the doorway, stood a few inches shorter than Feno. The guard’s eyes narrowed on Feno as he walked toward him, blocking his way.
“We’re going to have a good night tonight, right, Feno?” he asked.
“I’m just here for a good time.” Feno grinned. He was sure his animal was burning bright in his eyes, but he wouldn’t push his animal down.
Never.
He was a powerful dragon shifter.
“Let’s keep it that way. I don’t feel like breaking up a bar brawl. Have a few drinks and relax tonight.”
Feno grunted as he brushed past the bear shifter, making sure his shoulder connected. He headed straight to the bar, where a seat immediately became available. He eyed the group and took a seat. No one in the crowd tonight even seemed worthy of his fist.
Feno was used to attention, due to his size. Humans never knew what to make of him and were always stinking of fear, but paranormals always stared in awe at the power they could detect.
“Hey, Feno,” Jewels, the bartender, greeted him. She was a curvy wolf shifter. She was sweet on him, and it was too bad his dragon didn’t like her. She would be a good mate, but he could only mate with the female that his dragon found to be their perfect half.
“Hey, Jewels.” He tossed her his winning smile as she strolled over to him.
“Same as always?” she asked as she leaned toward him, smiling. Her short, pixie blonde hair was perfect for her small face. The other patrons at the bar practically drooled on the counter as she paid him attention.
“You know me so well.” He nodded as he turned and took in the bar. It was crowded, and he was searching for a worthy opponent for tonight.
“You know, Brick isn’t going to put up with you tearing up the bar tonight,” Jewels said, coming back with two drinks. He turned toward her as she placed them down in front of him.
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bsp; Brick? Oh yeah, the bear shifter bouncer. The name described him perfectly. A year ago, Feno was involved in a brawl and his fist landed in the bear shifter’s face. It felt as if Feno had punched a brick wall.
“Well, keep the drinks coming and I’ll see if I can oblige good ol’ Brick,” Feno said, picking up his first drink and knocking the double shot back. She smiled and shook her head as another customer grabbed her attention. He grabbed his other drink and turned.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention. Someone was watching him. He slowly leaned back against the bar, as if casually enjoying himself. But his dragon was on alert.
His eyes moved around the room, assessing the large bar. Shifters of every kind were enjoying themselves. A few card games were in the works, and the pool tables had quite a crowd around them. The atmosphere was electric. He could practically smell the arousals from the human women who were in the bar, trying to catch themselves a shifter.
Feno wasn’t interested in hooking up with a human. He wasn’t sure how his brother had mated with Faye without hurting her.
As his eyes roamed around the room, he gave up on the notion of starting a fight. People were enjoying themselves, so who was he to ruin someone’s night?
He moved on to plan B.
Looking for a suitable female. He briefly thought about turning around and asking Jewels, but quickly tossed that idea out. He didn’t want to ruin the relationship they already had. Some relationships should be left how they were.
He continued to peruse the room as he brought his glass to his lips. Taking a sip of the cool alcohol, he met the eyes of a small female sitting off in the corner by herself. Her dark hair tumbled over her shoulders, and her majestic eyes seemed to glow in the darkened corner.
His dragon stood at attention as their eyes connected. Feno sputtered as his drink slid down the wrong pipe. He coughed a few times, cursing as he tried to swallow to clear his throat.
What the hell?
He looked back at the female and saw her watching him with a curious tilt of her head. Her eyebrow was arched, as if to ask if he was okay.
“You need some water?” Jewels’ voice appeared behind him.
“I’m good,” he croaked out, clearing his throat again. The shifter beside him turned to look at him, but Feno glared at him, causing him to turn back to his conversation with the male on his other side.
“Give me another one, Jewels,” he requested. This time, his voice was stronger and back to normal.
“Coming up,” she quipped, sashaying off. He glanced back over at the female and found her eyes still on him. The sensual tilt to her lips had his cock hardening.
Bingo.
He turned as Jewels dropped off his drink.
“Thanks, Jewels,” he said, reaching into his pants for his wallet. He slapped a hundred dollar bill on the counter for her.
“You always tip me well,” she chuckled, taking the bill. They’d had the argument plenty of times about his over the top tips. He had plenty of money, and didn’t mind. He’d done enough destruction in the bar, so it was the least he could do.
He grabbed his glass and made his way to the dark corner where the female still kept her eyes trained on him. As he got closer to her, he could see how small she was. His dragon pushed him to move faster.
“Slow down. What’s the rush?” he asked his beast.
He arrived next to the table, only to find that she wasn’t a female shifter. He would be able to smell it on her. But he knew she wasn’t human by the way her eyes glowed.
A witch.
A powerful one. He could sense her strength and power.
“You know it’s rude to stare at someone,” he began, crossing his arms over his massive chest while hanging onto his drink.
“Who said I was staring? How about admiring?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Ah, this witch had sass. He was intrigued.
Chapter Two
“Admiring, huh?” he chuckled.
“Please, have a seat.” She motioned for the chair next to her.
Willow kept her eyes on the powerful shifter. She didn’t know what type of shifter he was, but he was radiating some serious energy. She had never been near someone like him. She knew instantly that he wasn’t a wolf, bear, or tiger shifter, though. His power was something else.
She couldn’t take her eyes off of him from the moment he’d walked into the bar. She’d watched how everyone moved out the way when he walked through the bar. She didn’t know if it was out of respect or fear, but the crowd literally parted as he made his way inside.
Jealousy had filled her as she watched his interaction with the wolf shifter bartender. She was cute, but she needed to move away from him. She didn’t know why, but she instantly wanted to jump the bar and toss the woman into the mirrors behind the bar.
She had been told to find Feno Kelmyar, and she’d finally found him.
Whatever he was, he was screwing with her libido. The minute his eyes connected with hers, she had to clamp her legs together to try to ease the ache. His dark hair had her fingers aching to run through it. His arms were solid muscle, leaving her wanting to run her tongue along his biceps, up to his well-defined pecs, down to the ridge of his abdomen and continue south.
She tore her gaze from him and looked out across the bar. A shifter bar was not where one wanted to be when turned on. All the shifters would be able to sense and smell it. As much as she wanted to take great pleasures in this sex god—that could be the only thing he could be—she needed his help.
She heard his quick intake of breath and knew it was too late. He knew how he affected her.
Dammit.
She turned back to him and found his hooded eyes locked on hers. Desire flared in his eyes and her stomach clenched.
“What is your name, Little Witch?” he murmured.
“Willow,” she whispered, captivated by him. She was tumbling down the slippery slope of desire for this shifter. She tried to look away, but the draw to him was too strong.
“What are you doing in a bar such as this? This doesn’t look like your normal crowd,” he asked, stretching out in the booth. She blew out a shaky breath as his scent washed over her. It was like an aphrodisiac to her. She wanted to move closer to him, so the she could sniff him.
What the hell?
She wasn’t a shifter. She was a powerful witch on the search for her missing grandmother. She didn’t have time to seek out pleasure with this shifter, who dripped sex appeal.
A shiver ran down her spine as his fingers slowly began to play with the strands of her thick locks.
“Umm…” Her brain had officially quit on her, and the only thing that was speaking to her was her damn ovaries. They quivered at his look and were close to exploding. As if sensing what she was thinking, he moved closer to her, putting her in the crook of his arm.
She tilted her head back so that she could look up at him. She breathed him in, and felt the moisture collect at the apex of her thighs. He was one hundred percent hot male. The heat was literally radiating from him.
She was turned on.
Completely.
Two seconds from detonating.
He asked her a question. Answer him.
“I was searching for someone,” she finally replied. His fingers twirling her hair caused a whimper to escape from her lips.
His nostrils flared. Gripping her hair in his hand, he tilted her head back and slammed his lips to hers. She gasped, giving him the opportunity to slide his tongue inside her mouth. She gripped his shirt in her hands as she melted into him. His kiss was open, hot, and dominating. It took her breath away. She lost herself in the kiss, and knew that if she didn’t pull back soon, she’d lose all her home training and mount him right there in the bar.
A growl tore from his lips as she pulled back. His hands still entwined in her hair, he kept her face close to his. The sight of a couple making out in a dark corner wouldn’t draw too much attention. They were in a pa
ranormal bar, and finding a little pleasure in a place like this wasn’t out of the ordinary. A few curious looks were cast their way, but Feno’s fierce look had them looking away.
“What is it?” he growled, his lips brushing against hers. She released his shirt from her grasp. Her fingers, having a mind of their own, trailed down his abdomen. She had to feel him. His hand gripped hers as she made it to the top of his jeans. “Go any farther, and I’ll lay you out on this table and take you. I wouldn’t give a fuck who was watching.”
Her core clenched at his words.
Get it together, girl, she thought to herself.
“I need your help,” she whispered against his lips. He drew back slightly and stared into her eyes. “I was told to find you, that you would be the only person who would be able to help me.”
“You know who I am?” His voice was low as he continued to stare into her eyes. The bar could explode and she wouldn’t be able to look away from his hazel eyes.
She nodded her head.
“Do you know what I am?” She shook her head. He relaxed a little and released her. “Why would a witch need my help?”
“My grandmother is Delia Moss.” Recognition flared in his eyes at the mention of her grandmother. “She’s missing. My coven is blaming me. I need your help in finding her.”
Feno had to pull back his desire. This was Delia’s fucking granddaughter. His dragon roared as he released her from his hold.
His dragon wanted her. This was a first. His dragon had never been this desperate to have a woman, which could only mean one thing.
Mate.
His eyes widened at the thought. Could it be?
His cock was pushing painfully against his zipper. He’d meant every word to her about her hand going to his cock. He would have most certainly laid her out on the table and took her. He ached to plunge his cock deep within her slick pussy. She may be a small witch, but she was powerful. He could tell that she would be able to handle his cock with no problem.