Dragon, Interrupted
Fire Mates, Book Five
Lexxie Couper
Contents
Blurb
Copyright
Mating Fire
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Thank you
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About Lexxie Couper
Jilly Parker’s Master's Degree in Ancient Norse mythology is never getting her a job. Or laid. She knows that. She also knows the hot hunk covered in tats who rides past her apartment every morning on his Harley is never going to screech to a halt, dismount and haul her into his arms, no matter how much she wishes he would.
Except one day the Harley-riding hunk does stop. And knocks on her door and suddenly, Jilly discovers herself in a world of dragon shifters, carnal lust, and fated lovers. A world that leaves her breathless, aching for more…and in way more danger than she could ever imagine. Whoa baby, this is going to be fun.
Ari Drake rolls with whatever life throws at him. Why wouldn’t he? He’s a centuries old dragon shifter without a care in the world and a reputation for living life to the fullest. Nothing troubles him…until he’s inexplicably drawn to a human woman with killer curves. Who knows nothing about dragon shifters and the fact they mate for life.
And then the world’s most incompetent dragon hunter suddenly has Ari in his sights, and everything changes. Again.
Dedication
For Kelli. Who always knows what to say, and when to say it.
DRAGON, INTERRUPTED
Copyright © 2019 by Lexxie Couper
Published September 2019
Editing by Kelli Collins
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Mating Fire: (noun) The sudden and undeniable magical joining of two dragon shifters, experienced as carnal, sexual hunger. If the mating fire isn’t acknowledged and acted on immediately, all hell can break loose.
1
“I so wish I was that bike,” Jilly murmured, her gaze tracking the hunk of inked-up hotness riding past her apartment on a blood-red Harley.
“What?”
Jilly blinked. Oh God, had she uttered the words loud enough for Derek to hear?
Heat rushed into her cheeks. Shit. Derek would be horrified. As much as she adored the guy, her friend could be a tad…prudish.
Plastering an innocent expression on her face, she turned from her living room window and looked at him. “What what?”
He frowned. Narrowed his eyes at her. “You said something about a bike.”
“Oh, that. It was nothing.” Cheeks burning hotter, she smoothed her palms down the front of her thighs, and then jerked them away her legs. Damn it, why was her stomach getting all tingly at her own touch? Again?
Every morning for the last two weeks, she’d watched the hunk on the Harley ride past her home, and every one of those fourteen mornings she’d found herself feeling tingly and aroused after he disappeared from sight.
Every morning after he disappeared, she took care of that tingly horniness with the aid of her battery-powered good friend, Mr. Rabbit.
Of course, she couldn’t very well put Mr. Rabbit to work right now, could she. Not while Derek was here.
“Nothing,” she repeated, giving him a shrug.
“Nothing?” Eyes narrowing even more, Derek walked over to where she stood. “Nothing is making you blush? I don’t believe you.”
He looked out the window, his gaze darting around the scene two stories below.
Jilly fidgeted on her feet. The building sexual ache that always followed her admiration of the unknown Harley rider burned hotter this morning. More insistent. Demanding.
Wow, if she touched herself right now—
“The dude on the bike?” Derek wondered, casting her an askew smirk. “Is it the dude on the Harley? Really?”
“Why do you say that?” she asked, trying to sound surprised and confused as she returned her attention to the world beyond her window.
Yep, there he was. Waiting for the traffic light to turn green. She could almost hear the powerful thrum of his bike’s engine. Could almost feel its throbbing vibrations between her thighs.
God help her if he ever swung his head in her direction and saw her drooling all over him. She would probably orgasm there and then.
“Well,” Derek said beside her, “it’s either him or the geriatric on the mobility scooter on the sidewalk, and if it’s the geriatric, I’m worried.”
Jilly snorted out a nervous laugh, even as her stare slid back to the hunk.
Stomach tightening, sex fluttering, she studied him.
Sexy as sin in black leather pants and a black leather vest that showed off the muscular perfection of his arms, he could have stepped directly from her deepest sexual fantasies.
Long blond hair hung down his back in a thick plait. Stubble roughened his chiseled jaw. Dark sunglasses wrapped his eyes.
Licking her dry lips, Jilly moved her gaze to the pièce de résistance—an exquisitely detailed and amazing tattoo of an emerald-green dragon extending from the top of his right shoulder down over his upper arm. As always, the sight of the dragon—its power and ferocity and beauty—made her pulse quicken.
Years of studying for a Master’s in Norse Mythology meant she was well-versed on dragons. And Vikings. The sexy Harley rider embodied both of her favorite things, all wrapped up in one delicious, wicked package.
“Hey?” Something hard nudged her ribs. “Are you listening to me?”
She jerked her stare back to Derek,
