Chapters (34)
- Water Dragon
- Charlene Hartnady
- Contents
- Copyright
- 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
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- About the Author
- Also by Charlene Hartnady
- Excerpt
“I have chosen him. He’s telling the truth.” She tried to sound confidant. Like she really meant it but failed dismally. Her voice came out as a soft, shaky whisper. Was she making a mistake? Please let her not be making a mistake.
Please.
The big brute gave her a cocky smile and nodded his head in approval. “I will keep my promise.” He winked at her. Winked. This had to be some terrible dream. At least he seemed to genuinely have her best interests at heart.
The big shifter turned his head to the crowd. “You heard the female. She is mine. I command you all to leave right now so that I can fully claim her.”
The other guy’s shoulders slumped in defeat and several of the men looked like they were grumbling. One even cursed loudly. Most of them moved away. All but one or two stragglers.
The big beasts pale gaze was on the remaining men. “Suit yourself.” He growled, it was a terrifying sound that caused his chest to vibrate against hers. “You can stay and watch. See if I care.”
Then he did something at total odds with their agreement. He hoisted her legs up around his hips.
Candy whimpered. Her gaze was still on the shifters. Their eyes widened and they turned. “What? Wait? What?” She sounded like an incoherent idiot.
“Don’t argue.” He whispered as he pulled up her dress. All the way up, till it bunched around her hips. She wasn’t wearing underwear.
Candy began to hyperventilate from the shock. “Oh god!” She yelled as he settled over her. She could feel something massive, something rock hard against her and had a good idea of what that something was. Thank god he was still wearing his pants. There was a thin barrier of material between them. It wouldn’t take much for him to free himself.
She should’ve known that this was too damned good to be true. Humiliation rose up in her. If he expected her to just lie there and take it, he was sadly mistaken. She knew that there was very little she could do. She was so weak, so tired. The last of the adrenaline was leaving her system, her body too exhausted to make any more.
She sucked in a breath to scream ‘no.’ To call him a couple of choice names but he slipped a hand over her mouth. The dickhead gave a small shake of the head. His jaw was clenched. She was breathing hard through her nose. The whole length of his body held her down. She could feel him there. Throbbing against her. Any second he was going to rip into her. Claim and take and destroy.