Her Dominant Dragon のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Chapter TwelveThe tile was cool beneath my feet as I turned the light on in the bathroom. I felt overly warm, my dragon was on edge. He wanted to go after Amelia, to bring her to our home. Covet and keep her here for us. With us. I started the shower as I thought about it. Knowing that I couldn’t do that. It didn’t stop me from imagining her and Louis together. Would she be tender and sweet with him, love him the way that he needed?As if he read my thoughts, Louis walked into the room. The cream colored blanket wrapped around his shoulders. His eyes met mine. I could tell that he was better than before. His dragon didn’t seem as close to the surface. Walking over to him, I ran my hands up his arms, “Better?”He nodded as I slipped the blanket from his shoulders. His hands moved to my belt buckle, deft fingers undid the leather. Pulling it from the loops and letting it fall to the ground.“Join me?” How could I tell him no? He undid the button of my slacks, pulling the zipper down.

Chapter FourteenWe rinsed off and I turned the water off. Marcus grabbed a towel from off the door of the shower. Rubbing it over my body, when he was done, he wrapped it around my waist. Kissing me softly. I watched him towel off. My mate didn’t always say much, but his actions always spoke louder than any words could. I knew that I could go to our room and get dressed, but being with him like this.These moments made me happy. He wrapped his towel low on his hips as he moved to the sink. I moved to the counter, hoping up to watch him slather his face in shave gel. There was something so incredibly tempting about watching him shave. For a moment I thought about hoping down and wrapping my arms around his waist, taking the razor from him and running it along his stubbled face. I knew he’d let me, that he trusted me not to hurt him. He’d let me do it before, many times. Instead, I leaned back, watching him.Marcus was not a morning person, and I enjoyed our nightly routine. He looked

Chapter SixteenLouis looked over at me as he sipped his coffee. I sat my silver travel mug of tea into the cup holder as I pulled out my buzzing phone.“You don’t need to worry.” “You think I’m stronger than I am.” He said as he turned the steering wheel.“You’re stronger than you realize.” I said, swiping my screen open. Already emails were coming in. Glancing over at him, I rested my hand on his thigh.“Marcus.” “You’re one of the strongest people I know.” I smiled, pulling my hand away after a quick squeeze. “How about I text you if I send her out later, you can bump into her?” Louis worried his lower lip before he took another drink of his coffee. I watched him as I tucked my phone back into the pocket of my vest. He was mulling my words over, weighing everything carefully. “You won’t hurt her.” It wasn’t just me telling him he wouldn’t. It was an order, I let the power flow with my words. Not just as his dominant, not as his mate. As the leader of the flock. It wasn’t someth

Chapter EighteenLouisMy empty water bottle clinked as I sat it down on the desk with a bored sigh. What was she doing right now? Had I crossed her mind, had Marcus?I wondered if I could use this as an excuse to go to the break room. With the hope that I would run Amelia. I’d enjoyed the brief time I’d spent with her yesterday. Longing to be near her filled me as my dragon huffed at the thought.The beast wanted to go to her.Moving in front of my desk, I paced forward. Trying to keep from going to the elevator and heading up to the top office to see what she was doing. My steps measured and even as I looked down at the well-worn tile, looping around into the familiar pattern that was worn from many days of my pacing.I knew that Marcus had a meeting with Maxwell. I hoped they didn’t scare away Amelia, I’d met him before. Maxwell could be a bit much for a submissive. His words holding that current that let you know he could pull you under. Make you feel things that would leave you c

Chapter TwentyWalking towards my desk, I could smell the scent of Boston’s sickly sweet perfume before I saw her. I let out a sigh, closing the book in my hands. Her hip was propped against my desk, arms crossed under her breasts. She looked over at me, her full red lips pressed together. She’d be pretty if she wasn’t after my mate. “I’d like to ask Marcus on a date.” There was no greeting with her, not that I’d expected one. Straight to the point and most of the time that was something I could appreciate. Now I just wanted her gone. Sitting the book on my desk, I crossed my arms over my chest. My fingers moving to the keyboard, “That’s something you’ll have to take up with Marcus.”“You know he won’t take another more fitting mate, unless you approve it.” She said, turning to look at me more fully as she rested her hands on my desk. She wanted to intimidate me, it was clear in the way her eyes met mine. How she stood, her back ramrod straight, her face unreadable. Not that I’d sp