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“Squeak squeak squeak,” Betty yelled, throwing my PlayStation controller at me.
I caught it and gently put the electronics down on the coffee table in front of my couch. “That better have been squeaks complimenting my Mortal Kombat skills. Not the squeaks of a sore loser.”
My mate rolled her eyes, trying not to smile, and I sprang forward, intent on tickling her loss out of her. To my surprise, she managed to roll out of my grasp and gracefully flipped backward off the arm of the couch, only to rub her still sore arse.
I loved that ass. Actually, I couldn’t decide what part of her I loved the most. No, that was a lie. Her boobs were fantastic.
Licking my lips, I stood and stalked toward her, but she stepped back with a grin.
“Are you sure you want to play this game with me?” I asked, flexing my bare chest muscles. “I caught you last time. I’ll catch you every time.”
Her eyes heated before she sprinted toward my bedroom.
My fecking bedroom. My dick twitched, and I cursed Rehan again.
I’d spent the last two days with this woman. She was intoxicating, insulting, sharp as my claws, and, well, sometimes smart. She asked some dumb questions that should have been covered in her classes on our island: Where are we? How do you have internet if you’re trying to stay isolated? Why are there no pictures of young you?
The string of them went on and on, and I’d decided she was either testing me or trying to come up with a topic of conversation that wasn’t about her. And all I wanted to talk about was her because she was brilliant.
Our children were going to be gods.
I stalked her slowly, wanting to see what she did with her head start. I expected her to be basking in the sun on my balcony again. She loved that. Instead, she’d stopped in the cleared-out space where my couch used to be and stood in an easy boxing stance. I slowed, narrowing my eyes, and she put her hands up in a guard position.
I’d been waiting for her to make the first move for two days. She never pulled away from me when I touched her, but she had yet to reach out for me. The mornings were the exception when her sleeping body wiggled against me so sensuously that even my cold showers weren’t stopping my hard-ons.
Only Rehan’s fecking magic, shocking my dick when I tried to act on it, did.
I thought it would wear off or I could push his magic out of her, but nothing we’d tried worked.
One more day, and I’d have to ask my family. Admit Rehan knocked me unconscious and marked my girl. I shuddered, not wanting even to picture that conversation.
I focused on Betty’s fighting stance again and scowled. “I’m not fighting you. Even just play fight. You’re too precious.”
Her shoulders slumped in disappointment, and my heart twisted. I didn’t understand this side of her. Romantic Comedies put her to sleep. She eyed my non-vegan dishes like a hawk even though she couldn’t eat them.
I didn’t like to share. Even if she was my soul mate, my food was my food.
Despite relaxing her guard, she still stood with her feet perfectly balanced. Hope filled her gaze as she waited for me to change my mind. It logically made sense she was into some physical activity based on her physique, but she’d not mentioned anything on her paperwork.
I wracked my brain for what we could do together. She’d been frustratingly vague when I asked her for ideas. A long walk on the beach was out. We couldn’t leave my apartment until the social tomorrow. Besides, most of the shore was water dragon territory, and being there would piss me off. Knitting wasn’t a two-person thing. She seemed to enjoy my video game collection, but she hadn’t put that on her sheet. As much as I loved doing the things I wanted, this was about her, too.
I scrubbed my cheeks. “What about another movie?”
She huffed and marched back into the other room to grab the tablet, and I followed.
‘Are you making me watch another Rom-Com?’ I read.
I ran my hand down my face. “I thought you loved Rom-Coms?”
Although her squeaking was adorable, my hate for the tablet doubled as I watched her type. I wanted to hear her voice. Hear her say my name.
She turned the tablet around: ‘You don’t even know me. How the fuck would you know if I like Rom-Coms?’
I growled. “It was on your sheet! Why list it if you don’t like it?”
She narrowed her eyes, studying me for a moment, before returning to the tablet. ‘What sheet?’
Fecking hell: one of those stupid questions again. How long have dragon shifters lived on the island? How did we get supplies? The women all took a class on this stuff, so they weren't coming into our world blind.
