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DRAGON MINE
by Jaime Rush

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Paranormal/Urban Fantasy

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Kirin brushed the dirt from his bare backside. “As crazy as that sounds, you’re right about that aspect.”

Elle searched the ceiling where the thing had disappeared. “Whatever it was, it seems to be gone.”

“I wouldn’t assume it’s dead. I tore through its center, came out on the other side, and it mended itself. I swear I heard a scream as I flew through it. Was that you?”

She shook her head. “At least we know how to make it leave.”

“Not really. You threw your orb at the same time I breathed fire into it. We don’t know which did the job.”

She aimed the smoldering glare he knew so well right at him. “Well, excuse me for messing up your experiment as that thing was about to pounce on you.”

“I had the situation under control.”

She moved a bit closer. “While you were lying there like a log.”

He stepped even closer. “About to incinerate it.”

She opened her mouth to say something but suddenly seemed to realize they were nearly nose to nose. She let out a huff of breath and stepped back. “Fine. Next time I’ll let it eat you.” Her gaze swept down his body. “Would you please put your clothes on?”

“They’re outside. I'll get them when we leave. Chill, Elle. It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before. Many times.”

“Not that many.” The words came out like bullets.

“Every day for the first month after we got back together and then it tapered to four times a week—”

She put her fingers over his mouth. “Please, don’t remind me.”

He took hold of her hand. “Does remembering those days fire up a hunger that never seems to go away?” He rubbed his mouth against her fingertips. “That makes you crave more?”

“Kirin…” she uttered on a breath. A plea or a reprimand, he couldn’t tell.

God, the sound of his name on her lips, no matter what her intent, rippled through him. “I remember those days, Elle. I remember the sleepy look on your face in the mornings, the scent of your skin in the sunlight, and the way you taste … everywhere.”

She stumbled back. “Stop.”

His Dragon pressed close to the surface, fired by the possessiveness coursing through him. Forget it. She doesn’t want us, he told it.

Yes, she does.

His Dragon was right. Because it wasn’t distaste on her face at his words but sweet agony. She didn’t want to want him, but she did. To hell with it. She’s already pissed anyway. He pulled her against him and kissed her.

Her body stiffened, but her mouth melted beneath his, opening and letting his tongue in. For about four seconds.

She pushed away, fury on her beautiful face. “Damn it, Kirin—”

“As much as you hate it, part of you still wants me.”