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
“Screw you! I don’t even know you. I didn’t ask to be here. I don’t know your stupid dragon rules. Further more, you’re an asshole. Just so you know, it’s a rule of mine, I don’t have sex with assholes.”
He tried to talk but she cut him off.
“I want to go home.” Candy rose to her feet as well.
“Forget about going home.” He said it on a snarl that had her stepping back. Her ass hit the window. “We are mated, Candy.” Much softer this time. “I’m not letting you go.”
“Why not? We don’t even know each other.” There was a desperate edge to her voice
“You are mine. I don’t give up on what is mine.” He clenched his jaw.
She shook her head and made a snorting noise. This guy was too much. “I’m not yours. You can get that right out of your mind.”
His whole stance became even more tense. His body seemed to vibrate raw energy. Torrent made a growling noise, low in his throat. He turned and headed for the door.
“Where are you going?” Why had she asked him that? It was good that he was leaving. Fantastic! Besides, she didn’t care.
“I will come back when you are in a better mood. A more agreeable mood.”
“In that case, don’t bother coming back.” She shook her head.
“I’ll be back, mate.” Torrent put emphasis on the word mate.
“Don’t call me that.”
“It’s what you are.” He stopped abruptly and turned, closing the distance between them in an instant. Torrent gripped her hips gently in his big hands and pulled her towards him. He covered her mouth with his, forcing his tongue between her lips.
Candy made a sound that was laced with shock. Her eyes widened and she put a hand against his chest, intent on pushing him away. Bastard!
Torrent stroked his fingers through her hair and cupped the side of her face. He pushed her up against the window with his big body. He adjusted the angle of his head and stole the air from her lungs, the sanity from her brain.
Next thing, her one hand was wrapped around his neck, the other one was curled around his bicep. Her breasts were plastered against his chest. She whimpered into his mouth as she kissed him back. Giving just as much as she was getting. He moaned. It was a delicious sound that reverberated right through her.
Torrent broke the kiss and put her down. They were both breathing hard. Wait a minute! He put her down. As in, her feet had been off the floor. That was so hot!
No it wasn’t.
How could she even think that? She should never have kissed him back. It sent the wrong message. The big asshole had blindsided her though. “That was rude,” a whisper.