Dragons Need Love, Too Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (I Like Big Dragons #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Dragons, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Funny, Magic, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: I Like Big Dragons Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 62488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
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I took the phone, narrowing my eyes at him.

“You gave up my lease?” I gasped in outrage.

He stared at me unblinkingly.

“Your Uncle Joseph was willing to beat you, for God knows how long, and there are others in his organization that would be willing to do the same because they know you are important to us. You’re best friends with Keifer’s mate. And you are family to the man that just went all sacrificial lamb for the greater good of human kind,” Nikolai said dryly. “You’d be like a trophy to them right now. So, yes, I did give up your lease. And before you leave this place, you’re going to be a hundred percent, and able to fight off anything and everything that comes your way.”

My outrage fled just as fast as it was there.

“Shit,” I said, exhaling in defeat. “My family sucks.”

Nikolai snorted. “You don’t get to have a say in who your family is.”

I looked down at the phone in my hands and swiped the screen to open it.

The first thing I saw was a picture of Blythe scrunching Nikolai’s face with her hands while she laughed.

And a jolt of anger and jealousy shot through me, completely surprising the ever loving shit out of me at seeing her hands on my man.

My man?

What the hell?

Where did that come from?

How was spending ten minutes awake in his presence enough to make him my man?

But the more I examined the feelings, the more concrete they became.

He was my man, end of story.

Now I just had to figure out why the hell I felt that way.

Chapter 4

When she says ‘pull out’ the respectable thing to say is ‘yes ma’am.’ Not ‘you’d look good as a single mother.’

-Things to never say to a woman

Nikolai

I woke up the next morning, refreshed and bright eyed.

I hadn’t slept this good since…

I shot up in the bed, tripping over the sheets that were tangled around my legs, and made a mad dash out of the door, completely unaware of my near nakedness until I hit the mouth of my room and ended up in the living space shared by all the quarters.

And there, on the bright red poufy couch that Keifer called an eye sore, sat Brooklyn.

She had a mug of coffee in one hand, and a bag of powdered donuts in the other.

She froze with the mug inches from her mouth, and stared at me.

I stared back, letting my heart rate return to normal as I took her in.

She looked like she was fine.

She didn’t look like she’d spent the past couple of months in a coma.

In fact, she looked almost healthy today.

“You forgot to put pants on when you left your room,” Brooklyn waved a half-eaten donut in my direction.

I blinked, looking down at my boxers, then turned right around and returned to my room.

Guess I was lucky to have anything on. Normally, I slept completely naked.

The first thing I did was take a quick shower, washing as quickly as possible before I got out.

I may or may not have gotten lost in the feel of the towel on my erection while I was drying off; and, before I knew it, I was slowly working my cock up and down until I was ready to blow.

And when I did, it was to images of Brooklyn taking my cock down her pretty throat.

Embarrassed beyond belief that I’d blown my load like some fifteen-year-old boy, I threw the soiled towel into the linen hamper and walked into my room, naked as the day I was born.

Had I known that a certain little brown headed woman was standing in my door, I wouldn’t have.

“Eeek!” Brooklyn squealed, covering her eyes with both hands.

“Shit,” I hissed, walking to my drawers and pulling out a pair of boxer briefs, followed by a pair of soccer shorts.

Once they were on, I turned back to Brooklyn.

“I’m decent,” I cleared my throat, crossing my arms over my chest.

She slowly moved her fingers apart to survey me before she removed them completely.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized.

A beautiful blush stole up the front of her, going all the way up her neck, past her cheeks, to disappear into her hairline.

“For what?” I asked.

I actually kind of liked having her know what I looked like naked.

I scared women when I first presented my cock to them.

It wasn’t freakishly large, like Guinness Book of World Record’s big, but it was on the larger side of large.

With her knowing what I looked like before we ever got started let her have the chance to know what she was getting into.

And from what I could tell, she wasn’t averse to the package.

“I thought you called my name…,” she hesitated, sneaking a peek down at my crotch once more. “No, I swear you called my name. I would’ve never come back here had I known…” She trailed off, and I was left wanting to laugh my ass off.


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