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Loving Her Dragons (Mannix Dragon Shifters #4)
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THE MEET AND GREET
One foolish woman strutted in front of the dragons along the far wall. Her hips swished back and forth in an exaggerated way. Her taunting behavior proved how ignorant she was about dragons. Her display may be one way to attract a human man’s eyes, but if she teased forth the dragons from the males she pranced in front of… things would become dangerous. Fast.
Had no one taught these women anything? Maryk crossed his arms to rein in his impulse to confront her. To warn her.
She stopped to chat with a couple of the pairs. Her boisterous laughter, apparently something she considered flirtatious, hurt his ears. The males straightened, pulled toward her like metal drawn to a magnet. Her laughter faltered as they closed the distance between them.
When dragon fire glowed in their eyes, the woman gaped.
Her laughter died completely.
Yes. She understood now. These males may have a human-form, but they were dragons, beasts by human definitions.
She scrambled away in a hasty retreat. His tension eased as she dropped into a chair several tables away from the dragons she’d taunted. She slouched low, as if to hide behind the other women. As if that would help. The dragons tracked her like cats hunting a mouse. They knew her scent now. She’d not lose them so easily.
But she was safe for the moment.
At one of the central tables, a few women spoke in hushed tones—despite the whispering, he and all the other males could easily hear their conversations. They were evaluating the pairs, saying which of them they found attractive. The males under discussion tensed their muscles and stared intently at the women, who seemed oblivious to the danger.
Maryk shook his head.
Did these women know anything about the creatures they sought to bind themselves to? Why hadn’t anyone educated them? One quick internet search would have told them of a dragon’s superior hearing. Had they not bothered?
The others, the ones who didn’t speak, cast fleeting and uneasy glances at the males around the perimeter. None of the males hid their true nature. They were dragons. Predators.
Standing alone perhaps made Maryk less intimidating, because more than a few of the females eyed him brazenly. If that’s what they thought, they were fools. Their gazes swept up the scar on his cheek before landing on his eyes, which undoubtedly glowed with the citrine color of his dragon fire and betrayed his irritation at being here.
One bold woman met his eyes. His dragon surged forward, curious. He lifted his nose and inhaled. Her scent was light, interesting… but not enough to tempt him. Still, his dragon writhed under his skin, sucking in more delicate feminine perfumes. Under the cloying notes of fear in the air, there was anticipation. It seasoned the air like an enticing spice. Soon. Soon a woman like those seated before him would be his.
He couldn’t wait.