Waking the Dragon by Cross Juliette

Author:Cross, Juliette [Cross, Juliette]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781616507244
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2015-06-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

You belong to me?

His words circled in my head as I stared blankly at the comm screen, scrolling down a junior reporter’s feature story on the struggles of the freshman student. I hadn’t read a word. The story was meaningless next to other more pressing matters.

Even with the Devlin Butchers still at large, my wayward mind kept wandering to thoughts of strong hands and smoldering lips forcing me into submission. Lovely, sensual submission.

What was wrong with me! I didn’t behave like this, like some swoony, smitten schoolgirl.

I couldn’t wrap my mind around Kol’s conflicting behavior, though. One minute he was coarse and rude, insinuating humans were beneath his notice. The next, he had his tongue down my throat, making my body sing with each passionate stroke. I squirmed uncomfortably in my office chair, remembering the heat in his eyes when he had laid that last searing kiss on me.

My office door swung open. Kris carried two thermal cups and a white pastry bag under one arm. “Coffee and chocolate delivery.”

“God, Kris.” I took a steaming cup and lifted the lid, blowing before taking a long sip of mocha heaven. “I love you, you know that.”

“I know. And I love your door decoration out there.”

I frowned. “Oh. Yeah. Lucius insisted I have a Nightwing escort wherever I go. It’s pretty annoying.”

This was, of course, right after Kol had demanded I stay with Lucius and Jessen because Barron Coalglass probably knew I set him up for an ambush and might retaliate against me. Morgons could hold a serious grudge. At first, I thought to protest being caged at my sister’s place, but Lucius ensured I could come and go as I pleased as long as I had a security guard in tow. In the end, I knew they were right, much to my dismay. I bit my rebellious tongue, packed my things under heavy guard, and installed myself in the Nightwing’s third floor suite, the one third from the top.

“Give him to me. I wouldn’t mind him as an escort.” Kris winked as she opened the pastry bag and pulled out two giant chocolate-chip, chocolate muffins, shoving one in front of me.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t.”

“He’s not much of a bodyguard if he just let me waltz right in here without even inquiring my name.”

“He knows who you are. He’s been given a photo list of all my friends and co-workers. And no offense, Kris, but you don’t look that threatening.”

“None taken. So what’s his name?”

“Wulfgang Icewing.”

Kris grinned, set a muffin on a napkin, and marched to the door. Propping it open with her hip, she said to the Morgon out of my eyesight, “Excuse me. Wulfgang? Would you like a muffin?”

Thick silence. I could imagine his keen eyes roving her body. Whether Kris realized it or not, she had a body that magnetized men’s eyes to every full curve. A barrel-deep voice replied, “No. Thank you.”

Kris gave him a nod, let the door slide shut, and practically fainted in her chair.

“His name suits him.

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