Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“I’m a dragon,” he says as he rips his arms apart, breaking the metal chain of the handcuffs as easily as if they were made of cooked spaghetti. “I don’t listen to sheep.”
He turns around and I shrink back as he starts walking toward me. I fire the gun twice before he slaps it out of my hands and it disappears into the snow.
The bullets must have hit him, but I don’t see any blood. He must really be bulletproof.
His hand darts forward and his iron fingers wrap around my throat. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. No air or sound is going up or down my throat.
His grip is so tight. He’s so fucking strong.
My feet lift off the ground as pain sears through my neck.
I claw at his flexed forearm, but it’s like trying to claw through stone.
Just as hints of blackness start to take over my vision, something huge and white crashes into him. His fingers release me and I fall to the ground with a whimper.
Savage roaring thunders down the street as I shake the fog out of my head and focus my eyes. An enormous polar bear is on top of him, viciously attacking him with his deadly paws and giant teeth.
He caught Sperling off guard, but when the dragon shifter gets to his feet, he punches the polar bear in the ribs hard, sending a whimper flying out of him. He then grabs the stunned bear by the scruff of his neck and swings him around. The white bear slams right through the wall of the pub and disappears inside.
Sperling takes a deep breath, wipes the blood from the side of his mouth and glares at me with his jade green eyes shining brighter than ever.
“Keep your Bureau friends away from me,” he says as he begins to shake and tremble. “This was a warning. Next time it won’t be.”
Huge red wings rip out of his back and then, in a skin-crawling tear, he explodes into the red dragon I’ve been chasing for years.
He flaps his wings, sending my hair flying back with the wind, and I watch in awe as he flies up. I dart to my hands and knees and furiously dig through the snow for my gun. When my fingers wrap around cold steel, I yank it out and fire three shots at him.
They do nothing. This guy is unstoppable.
I’m so focused on him as he flies away that I barely register the enormous polar bear rushing back out of the hole in the wall. Several other men—probably shifters from the size of them—follow him out and all of them are staring at me.
I grip my gun and take a few steps back with my heart hammering against my ribcage.
“I’m from the FBI,” I say in a stern warning. “Go back inside.”
The polar bear doesn’t listen. He keeps walking toward me and doesn’t even stop when I point the gun between his eyes.
He finally stops and begins to shake. I watch with my stomach churning as he explodes into a familiar-looking man.
It’s the fire chief. Blake Frost.
And he doesn’t look happy with me.
At all.
Chapter Five
Blake
“What are you doing here?” Lily asks as she stares at me in shock. Her brown eyes are alert and wide as they dart down to my naked cock that’s hanging between my legs.
She sucks in a breath and then her eyes dart back up to mine. She doesn’t blink for a long time after that.
“I followed you,” I admit in a shameless way.
“You… followed me?” she asks as she jerks her head back in shock. “That’s illegal.”
“I’d break every law that man has ever made to keep you safe, Lily. There are no laws when it comes to a shifter protecting his mate. The only law is keep her safe at all costs.”
Her breaths are coming out quick and shaky.
“What the fuck, Blake?” Colby, the bartender and owner shouts as he walks through the Koolaid Man-sized hole in his bar. “My bar is fucked!”
“I’ll send my boys to fix it first thing tomorrow,” I say, feeling awful even though it wasn’t my fault and I’d do it again in a heartbeat if it meant saving Lily.
“Tomorrow morning?!” he shouts. “I have a bar full of people and it’s early March!”
“I’ll buy everyone a round. There’s not much more I can do.”
“The hell there isn’t,” he says as he pushes my chest. My inner polar bear growls. Colby is a Kodiak bear shifter and a grumpy one at that.
“Hey, asshole!” Lily shouts as she pulls out her gun and points it at his chest. “This is FBI business so get back in the fucking bar or I’ll make some calls and have a dozen agents going over your last year’s taxes with magnifying glasses! Start pouring those nice people some drinks on this naked gentleman over here and stop interfering with an official FBI investigation!”