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Authors: Angela Castle
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she did keep those sexy boots with the fuck me heels. Her top was one of those faux plaid school girl things and she had her hair in pigtails.
Simon grunted. At least she’d covered more flesh, even though it didn’t stop his stupid cock from hardening, or his wanting to follow through on his threat to toss her down and sink balls deep inside her again.
“Right, let’s weapon up and then get rid of your problem so I can get rid of mine.”
* * * *
Lost in her own thoughts of Simon’s reaction to her clothing, she smiled inwardly at his sour mood and lustful glances. All wonderful signs of his jealousy and slow forming bond. She liked the way he held her hand, subconsciously or not. He always seemed to be touching her in some way.
His arm around her waist as they walked through the London streets, he watched other men check her out and glared daggers at them. But what would happen once he eliminated the danger from her life? With his skill, no doubt he would. She shoved it from her mind and enjoyed the rare peek of clear sky in London CBD.
Opie finally took stock of where they were walking after they’d parked Simon’s Audi sports car in a little spot just outside of the London CBD. It seemed he had little pockets of land and property all over London.
She glanced up at the tall skyscraper they were approaching. Her eyes widened as it sank in. “Oh. My. Goddess! You were serious about rocking-up to Jones’ door!? There’s no way I’m going back there!” Opie folded her arms and dug in her heels, bringing Simon to a stop. He turned back to her.
The Fates had royally fucked up in giving her a stupid, pig headed stubborn mate. So he was the most amazing lover she’d ever had. So what if his body was like every woman’s wet dream? He was clearly several bats short of a belfry!
Simon moved in closer, wrapped a strong arm around her, and leaned down. “You know, sweetheart...” Using the weight and strength of his body he pushed her forward, through the throng of Londoner’s going about their morning business. “...sometimes it’s better to face your demons, in this case Joshua Jones, head on. After all, you tethered yourself to me, so you have to have some faith I can protect you from him. If not, you could turn into your pretty dragon and eat him.”
Opie scrunched up her nose in utter disgust. “Ewww, talk about toxic junk food. I’ve never eaten a human and I’m not about to start.”
His deep, husky laugh sent renewed erotic chills down her spine, making her lower stomach clench and her clit pulse. His hand slid around her waist, skimming over her stomach, stopping just above her pubic bone. She bit back a moan.
“No, I didn’t think you ever could, but you did enjoy it when I ate you, sweetheart. So sweet and tasty. When we’re done here, we’re going back so I can feast once more.”
Damn him! Her dragon jumped up and down with glee. The stupid reptile didn’t care where they went as long as it was with their mate.
“This is too dangerous!” she blurted out for the benefit of both her dragon and Simon. She realised it wasn’t herself she feared for, but for her one true mate. If she lost Simon, life would be...
“Sweetheart, I’ve faced worse things in my life than what’s hiding behind those doors.” Opie could have sworn she whimpered, but wasn’t sure over the pounding drum of her heart as they drew closer to the two revolving doors leading to the front entrance. “So trust me.” His last three words were spoken in a soft soothing tone.
‘So trust me’. I need to have more faith in him. I have no choice but to trust him, as I already have done with my heart and body.
She nodded. “They have bolcasters over every part of the building.”
Bolcasters were enchanted objects. They could be anything from a toilet brush to a stone, placed by anyone who wanted to stop spell casting and teleportation within a certain area.
“ Bolcasters don’t bother me. I don’t fight
Simon grunted. At least she’d covered more flesh, even though it didn’t stop his stupid cock from hardening, or his wanting to follow through on his threat to toss her down and sink balls deep inside her again.
“Right, let’s weapon up and then get rid of your problem so I can get rid of mine.”
* * * *
Lost in her own thoughts of Simon’s reaction to her clothing, she smiled inwardly at his sour mood and lustful glances. All wonderful signs of his jealousy and slow forming bond. She liked the way he held her hand, subconsciously or not. He always seemed to be touching her in some way.
His arm around her waist as they walked through the London streets, he watched other men check her out and glared daggers at them. But what would happen once he eliminated the danger from her life? With his skill, no doubt he would. She shoved it from her mind and enjoyed the rare peek of clear sky in London CBD.
Opie finally took stock of where they were walking after they’d parked Simon’s Audi sports car in a little spot just outside of the London CBD. It seemed he had little pockets of land and property all over London.
She glanced up at the tall skyscraper they were approaching. Her eyes widened as it sank in. “Oh. My. Goddess! You were serious about rocking-up to Jones’ door!? There’s no way I’m going back there!” Opie folded her arms and dug in her heels, bringing Simon to a stop. He turned back to her.
The Fates had royally fucked up in giving her a stupid, pig headed stubborn mate. So he was the most amazing lover she’d ever had. So what if his body was like every woman’s wet dream? He was clearly several bats short of a belfry!
Simon moved in closer, wrapped a strong arm around her, and leaned down. “You know, sweetheart...” Using the weight and strength of his body he pushed her forward, through the throng of Londoner’s going about their morning business. “...sometimes it’s better to face your demons, in this case Joshua Jones, head on. After all, you tethered yourself to me, so you have to have some faith I can protect you from him. If not, you could turn into your pretty dragon and eat him.”
Opie scrunched up her nose in utter disgust. “Ewww, talk about toxic junk food. I’ve never eaten a human and I’m not about to start.”
His deep, husky laugh sent renewed erotic chills down her spine, making her lower stomach clench and her clit pulse. His hand slid around her waist, skimming over her stomach, stopping just above her pubic bone. She bit back a moan.
“No, I didn’t think you ever could, but you did enjoy it when I ate you, sweetheart. So sweet and tasty. When we’re done here, we’re going back so I can feast once more.”
Damn him! Her dragon jumped up and down with glee. The stupid reptile didn’t care where they went as long as it was with their mate.
“This is too dangerous!” she blurted out for the benefit of both her dragon and Simon. She realised it wasn’t herself she feared for, but for her one true mate. If she lost Simon, life would be...
“Sweetheart, I’ve faced worse things in my life than what’s hiding behind those doors.” Opie could have sworn she whimpered, but wasn’t sure over the pounding drum of her heart as they drew closer to the two revolving doors leading to the front entrance. “So trust me.” His last three words were spoken in a soft soothing tone.
‘So trust me’. I need to have more faith in him. I have no choice but to trust him, as I already have done with my heart and body.
She nodded. “They have bolcasters over every part of the building.”
Bolcasters were enchanted objects. They could be anything from a toilet brush to a stone, placed by anyone who wanted to stop spell casting and teleportation within a certain area.
“ Bolcasters don’t bother me. I don’t fight
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