everything,” she insisted.
“Well, my species is known for claiming their mates in a most unorthodox way—whether they’re ready or not,” he admitted.
“Sorta like a caveman Neanderthal son of a bitch.”
He hesitated and scratched his head in a nervous fashion before answering her. “Yes; if that’s how you can relate to it.”
“Well, what about the female dragons? Why do they just lay there and take it?”
He nodded before taking a swig of soda. “Most female dragons are very submissive, especially during their first heat.”
“Well, that explains a lot,” she muttered. “So . . . you thought I was going to just let you do and say anything you wanted. Like you said, you don’t take orders, you give them.”
“You don’t know how I wish I could take those words back.”
A surge of anger swept through her. “Let’s get one thing straight. I am not at your disposal, nor will I ever allow you to do anything you please to me. I’m a woman with emotional and physical needs, and I don’t want to be taken for granted,” she snapped.
“I’m not trying to take you for granted. I’m trying to change for both our sakes. You need to know that.”
“Good. I’m glad we cleared that up.”
“The closer we are, the stronger your dragon becomes. Don’t be pissed, but you will probably submit to me when you least expect it.”
Julia crossed her arms. “Don’t think so. I don’t submit to any man.”
“I’ve noticed. You keep fighting it. Perhaps you’re right.” Angus relaxed before exhaling slowly while realizing that stifling his true nature would not be so easy. He wanted to jump her, make her see things his way. At least his dragon did.
“Okay, so . . . why do so many dragons choose to remain in this world? Why did you choose to live here?”
“Like myself, many come to seek out their mate—that is, when they can’t be found in Pyreer.” His eyes narrowed. “I traveled to the human realm years ago in search of you. I could never sense your presence in our realm. For years, I ran my company posing as a human. Then, one day when I’d all but given up hope, you crossed my path.”
Julia squinted her eyes. “How long have you lived here—in our world?”
“For many centuries—off and on.”
“How old are you?”
Angus chuckled. “You wouldn’t believe me.”
“Try me.”
“To be exact, I’m five hundred ninety-nine years old.”
Julia snickered. “So you’ll be six hundred at the end of June. You know, you’re on that cusp, a cross between Gemini and Cancer. That could be why you’re so damned moody.”
“So you think I’m moody?”
She watched with a smile on her face when Angus nodded in agreement and held a solemn look on his face. If she didn’t know any better, she’d swear she’d bruised his feelings just now, so she decided to change the subject.
“Oh, damn, man! I’m only thirty-five. Talk about robbing the cradle.”
He laughed with her until a strange expression on her face captured his attention. “What’s wrong?”
“How many females have you been with?”
“Julia.” Another look of discomfort crossed his face. “Must we go there?”
“Yes, we must.”
“I’ve had numerous lovers over the centuries.”
“Oh,” was all she could say before lowering her gaze to the table. “In search of your mate, I’d gather.”
Angus reached across the table, capturing her chin within his grasp. “Look at me.” When she didn’t, he forced her gaze to his. “I’ve never experienced fulfillment with any woman like I have with you.”
She smiled as he softly stroked her lips and caressed her cheek. “I don’t know what came over me,” she suggested. “There’s so many emotions driving through me.”
“We’re bonding,” Angus said quickly. “It’s proof that we’re a match. My mark burns,” he admitted as he lightly touched the area beneath his collarbone. “Your behavior is erratic. That’s perfectly normal.”
“Mine,
“Well, my species is known for claiming their mates in a most unorthodox way—whether they’re ready or not,” he admitted.
“Sorta like a caveman Neanderthal son of a bitch.”
He hesitated and scratched his head in a nervous fashion before answering her. “Yes; if that’s how you can relate to it.”
“Well, what about the female dragons? Why do they just lay there and take it?”
He nodded before taking a swig of soda. “Most female dragons are very submissive, especially during their first heat.”
“Well, that explains a lot,” she muttered. “So . . . you thought I was going to just let you do and say anything you wanted. Like you said, you don’t take orders, you give them.”
“You don’t know how I wish I could take those words back.”
A surge of anger swept through her. “Let’s get one thing straight. I am not at your disposal, nor will I ever allow you to do anything you please to me. I’m a woman with emotional and physical needs, and I don’t want to be taken for granted,” she snapped.
“I’m not trying to take you for granted. I’m trying to change for both our sakes. You need to know that.”
“Good. I’m glad we cleared that up.”
“The closer we are, the stronger your dragon becomes. Don’t be pissed, but you will probably submit to me when you least expect it.”
Julia crossed her arms. “Don’t think so. I don’t submit to any man.”
“I’ve noticed. You keep fighting it. Perhaps you’re right.” Angus relaxed before exhaling slowly while realizing that stifling his true nature would not be so easy. He wanted to jump her, make her see things his way. At least his dragon did.
“Okay, so . . . why do so many dragons choose to remain in this world? Why did you choose to live here?”
“Like myself, many come to seek out their mate—that is, when they can’t be found in Pyreer.” His eyes narrowed. “I traveled to the human realm years ago in search of you. I could never sense your presence in our realm. For years, I ran my company posing as a human. Then, one day when I’d all but given up hope, you crossed my path.”
Julia squinted her eyes. “How long have you lived here—in our world?”
“For many centuries—off and on.”
“How old are you?”
Angus chuckled. “You wouldn’t believe me.”
“Try me.”
“To be exact, I’m five hundred ninety-nine years old.”
Julia snickered. “So you’ll be six hundred at the end of June. You know, you’re on that cusp, a cross between Gemini and Cancer. That could be why you’re so damned moody.”
“So you think I’m moody?”
She watched with a smile on her face when Angus nodded in agreement and held a solemn look on his face. If she didn’t know any better, she’d swear she’d bruised his feelings just now, so she decided to change the subject.
“Oh, damn, man! I’m only thirty-five. Talk about robbing the cradle.”
He laughed with her until a strange expression on her face captured his attention. “What’s wrong?”
“How many females have you been with?”
“Julia.” Another look of discomfort crossed his face. “Must we go there?”
“Yes, we must.”
“I’ve had numerous lovers over the centuries.”
“Oh,” was all she could say before lowering her gaze to the table. “In search of your mate, I’d gather.”
Angus reached across the table, capturing her chin within his grasp. “Look at me.” When she didn’t, he forced her gaze to his. “I’ve never experienced fulfillment with any woman like I have with you.”
She smiled as he softly stroked her lips and caressed her cheek. “I don’t know what came over me,” she suggested. “There’s so many emotions driving through me.”
“We’re bonding,” Angus said quickly. “It’s proof that we’re a match. My mark burns,” he admitted as he lightly touched the area beneath his collarbone. “Your behavior is erratic. That’s perfectly normal.”
“Mine,
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