Sunday Snippet: DNY2: Dragon Ugly

I’m still reeling over this book being nominated for the Menage Romance Fan Awards. Thank You so much. If you haven’t gotten this book yet, here’s a snippet that I think will whet your appetite.

DNY 2: Dragon Ugly OUT NOW!

DragonUgly_bySelenaIllyria_453x680Brent felt her trying to pull away from the moment, and could only smirk. He sat back in his chair but didn’t move back around the table. “You can run away from what you’re feeling all you want, sweetheart, but you’ll give in to me eventually. Also, remember, we have a dinner date tonight.”

“I haven’t forgotten, but you’ll only get a tour and dinner. Nothing else.” She sounded tough, but there was a quiver in her voice that made him grin.

Her arousal was obvious. He was sure she could smell her own desire. Brent wouldn’t let her forget how he had affected her. But first, some food.

His own dragon was egging him on, and he needed a distraction before he did something stupid. He ate, but didn’t really taste anything. Every breath he took reminded him of her damp panties. The pressure in his pants was verging on painful. His balls ached for release and his cock was pressing against his fly, demanding freedom. She wasn’t the only uncomfortable one here. He reached down and adjusted his erection, hoping she wouldn’t notice. Thankfully, she seemed very intent on looking at her lobster pasta dish. When the waiter came back to offer them wine, they both declined. Brent had work in an hour or two and Carissa had to get back to Scentify.

Brent thought back to the aromatherapy store. It was nice, clean and had a welcoming feel. But there was something missing about it. It lacked Carissa’s personal touch. He took in the woman next to him. The phantom taste of skin on his tongue blended with the soup he’d chosen for lunch—a salty tang with just a hint of earthy flavor, which made him yearn to lick and kiss every inch of her. He could see her tied down and blindfolded as he used an ice cube and his tongue on her body to rile her up, making her beg.

Out of the corner of his eye he took her in, calm and cool, controlled. Only her unique perfume gave away that anything was wrong. Her body heat no longer scalded his side, but he could still feel that fire from her skin against the bare flesh of his forearm.

They ate their fill in silence. When the server came back to ask about dessert, Carissa declined. She checked her watch. “Sorry, but I have to get back.”

Brent understood. He had to get back to the house himself and change.

Before she could insist on paying he handed the waiter his credit card. “I’ll meet you out front.”

She opened her mouth and he took her lips in a quick kiss to stop her from protesting. “No need to pay. Next time we go out, it’ll be your turn. How’s that?”

Carissa chuckled. “Have it all figured out do you? Fine. Next time.”

She pushed back her chair and left him. He returned his seat back to its rightful place before going to the front. Once the check was paid, he offered her his arm and they left. Carissa turned toward him as soon as they passed the restaurant front. “Thank you. I’ll see you for dinner tonight at the shop.”

He grinned. “Yes, you will.”

2014-nominee-badgeShe leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek, but that wasn’t good enough. He bent his head to hers, slid his arm out from her hold and took her face in his hands. He held her head in place as he ate at her lips, nipping, kissing, sucking and teasing the tender flesh until he sunk his tongue deep inside of her mouth. Wolf whistles and clapping sounded around them from onlookers. He ignored it all and continued to control the kiss. He felt pressure on his chest, but rather than push him away she moved closer, bunching his shirt in her hands as she moved her hips against his, rubbing herself against his erection.

He saw stars behind his eyelids as sparks of pleasure raced up and down his cock. A groan floated between them. Whether it came from him or her, her didn’t know. It didn’t matter. He just wanted more. She tasted so sweet. He was addicted. He ran his hands down from her face, over her shoulders, and traced the curves and dips of her back, feeling the heated skin underneath the flimsy blouse she wore. Brent wanted to tear it off. His hands clenched the silken fabric, ready to rip it apart, when he felt a sharp tug on his shirt.

Brent whirled around and growled at the person who had interrupted them. A searing pain shook along his fingers as they turned to claws and steam billowed out of his mouth and nostrils. His scales pressed upward into his flesh, shimmering on the surface until his flesh had turned to the colors of the sea. Warmth and pain filled his muscles as they expanded, preparing for the change to half-dragon mode. His head throbbed as his skull slimmed and his nose began to recede. Brent’s lips burned as they thinned and his cheekbones ached as they contorted into a sharper shape. His thoughts became a distant mist, insubstantial compared to the raw need to make Carissa his—all his.

Tor stood before him, but he was no longer a friend. He was an enemy, a possible challenge for his mate.

Tor held up his hands, eyes pure obsidian, body slack and relaxed. “Whoa there, buddy. Calm down. It’s me. It’s only me, Tor, your friend.” Tor waved a hand, but it took a moment for Brent to understand what was going on. “We’re in public, man. Pub-lic.”

Brent blinked and looked around. A crowd had formed around him. His dragon felt threatened and put on display. He growled. Searing hot, bone-melting steam streamed out of his mouth and nostrils again. He could feel dragonfire swirling around his chest, building up pressure, ready to escape. A hand on his forearm made him pause, and a calm, soothing sensation twined around his arm and wrapped around his body. He looked down, confused at this new feeling, and saw Carissa staring up at him, calm in her gaze, her soft hand on his arm.

“Brent, pull back. It’s okay. No one will hurt you.” The softness and reasonableness of her words pulled back the shift and sent his dragon down on his belly, calm and docile, like a sleepy kitten. He winced at the return to his normal form.

Carissa lifted up on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his. “Dinner, tonight,” she whispered. Then she turned and walked away.

What the fuck had just happened? Was he starting to go through his own mating heat? Tor came toward him, the scent of fire and spice drifted over him, soothing and calming him down a bit. Brent turned to his friend, trying to bat back the sense of fear curling in his stomach. “What’s happening to me?”

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