Silver (Date-A-Dragon Book 2)

by Terry Bolryder

  “No, Robbie. Be careful,” Kelsey said.

  From what Kelsey knew, Robbie had always had a cushy office job. How would she know how to fight someone like this, someone who was basically insane?

  The woman ran at Robbie, and quick as lightning, Robbie stuck out a foot.

  The woman tripped and went sprawling, and Robbie was there in an instant, picking her up by the back of her jacket.

  She held the woman up in front of her, glaring at her in disgust. “You said you weren’t coming back again. I’m gonna make sure you never do.” She grabbed the woman’s lapels with both hands as she struggled and then stepped forward and threw the woman forward as hard as she could.

  The hag went flying into the door, crashing through them, sending both off their hinges, broken.

  The woman stood, gave Robbie a crazy-eyed look, then got up and started running.

  “Should we chase her?” Kelsey asked, aghast, as Robbie walked over to her and held out a hand to help her up.

  Adrien, who had been standing there with his mouth agape, walked up behind her, and Kelsey took one of each of their hands to stand.

  She brushed off her suit as she tried to comprehend what had happened.

  Adrien folded his arms as he stared at Robbie. “What the hell was that?”

  Robbie frowned, pressing her lips together. “I’m just… pretty strong, I guess.”

  “And you couldn’t ever intervene for me before?” he asked, putting his hands up.

  “Hey, the women weren’t ever that crazy. And you were such a brat it was fun to watch you get angry, as long as they weren’t actually pulling anything.”

  Adrien let out a snort. “Nice. Very kind of you.”

  “I know,” Robbie said sarcastically. “But I do feel protective of Kelsey.” Her expression softened as her gaze met Adrien’s. “And I wouldn’t really leave you in a situation where you had to choose between your girl getting hurt and hitting a woman.”

  “What are you?” Adrien asked, narrowing his eyes. “I mean, I’m grateful for what just happened, but you clearly have something to tell us.”

  “I know,” Robbie said. “I know it’s weird, and you won’t see me the same. The truth is—”

  The doors made cracking noises as Citrine and Sever walked in, stepping through them.

  Citrine’s gold eyes were wide and flashing. “What just happened in here? Who did this?”

  “I’m sorry,” Robbie said, reaching out and squeezing Kelsey’s hand. “I need to go now.”

  She walked past Citrine quickly and out into the hall before Kelsey could stop her. Kelsey made a step to follow her, but Adrien caught her hand.

  “Maybe best to let her go,” he whispered in her ear. “Right now, it’s her decision.”

  “What just happened?” Citrine asked. “Someone explain this right now! And why did Robbie go running out of here?”

  Adrien shrugged. “I mean, it’s your fault for not locking the doors downstairs. That crazy lady from the other day came back.”

  “No,” Citrine said, shaking his head. “I’m positive I locked the door.” He rubbed his neck and looked from the door to Adrien. “You’re sure she came in here?”

  “Robbie throwing her into the doors was what broke them,” Adrien said.

  “Why did Robbie throw her into a door?” Sever asked, looking as confused as the others.

  “She attacked Adrien,” Kelsey said. “She was truly crazy. I tried to fight her off, but she was too strong for me. Like she was on something. Adrien was going to interfere, but Robbie stepped in instead to keep him from getting in trouble.”

  “I don’t care if it’s a woman,” Adrien said. “No one is allowed to hurt my mate.” His arm curled around Kelsey’s waist, holding her close.

  “I see,” Citrine said. “So where is Robbie now?”

  “Damned if I know,” Adrien said. “She went running out. I think she was embarrassed.”

  “Damn,” Citrine said. He looked at Kelsey. “Sorry for my language.”

  She shrugged with a smile. “It’s fine. Don’t be too hard on Robbie, though. I’m not sure why she’s so strong, but she seemed embarrassed about it. You know, it’s not like women get rewarded for being strong or big. My guess is she doesn’t want people to look at her weird about it.”

  Citrine’s eyes narrowed as he thought to himself about something. “You say she threw a human into that door?”

  “A woman, yes,” Kelsey said. “But you know people can do crazy things due to adrenaline.” She looked at Adrien. “I mean, this guy beat up like three guys with no problem the other day.”

  Citrine raised an eyebrow. “You did? Why didn’t I hear about that?”

  Whoops. Kelsey probably shouldn’t have mentioned it.

  “Anyway,” Adrien said. “We can talk about that later. Right now, I’m going to take Kelsey back to her place, make sure she is fine. She kind of got tossed around.”

  Citrine’s expression softened in concern. “I’m sorry that happened,” he said. “I really thought she wouldn’t be back. And I have no idea how she got in. Clearly, we’ll have to work on our door security.”

  Adrien nodded. “You two may want to call someone to make sure our locks are secure, and get the doors fixed. I’m taking my mate home.”

  Home. That sounded amazing.

  “Fine,” Citrine said. “But I’m going to call Robbie. She needs to explain this, right now. She isn’t in trouble, but she can’t just go running off…”

  Kelsey gave Sever a sympathetic look as they passed him, and the giant man gave her an answering nod.

  Adrien was going home with her. She had an apartment. She had a man who only wanted her, and the two of them could be alone.

  Somehow that was the most desirable thought of all.

  Seventeen

  When they got back to Kelsey’s apartment, Adrien made sure she didn’t have any injuries and then insisted on her changing and getting comfortable and sitting on the couch while he took care of ordering them dinner.

  “I’m really fine,” she said.

  “I don’t care,” he said. “I mean, I care that you’re fine, but it doesn’t change how protective I feel over you. You were nearly hurt, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it without doing something awful, and—”

  She stood up and went to him, wrapping her arms around him. “You’re fine. I’m fine. We’re both okay, thanks to Robbie.”

  “That’s the other thing that’s bothering me,” he said. “What on earth—” He cut himself off. There was no point talking about this. Even if Adrien now suspected Robbie was a shifter or something supernatural, he couldn’t exactly tell Kelsey that when she had no idea such things existed.

  He was sure Citrine was wondering the same thing.

  How was it possible, though, that Robbie had been able to hide it from them? That was a mystery.

  Still, as curious as he was, for now, the drama was over, and Citrine and Robbie could work out the rest between them.

  He just wanted to spend the night winning over his mate. He wanted to win her that much faster so he didn’t have to be in the club any longer. So he had his powers to protect her. So she wouldn’t be in danger.

  He slowly pulled her arms from around his waist and led her back to the couch, gently urging her to sit. He liked being able to see her there while he waited by the door for the food.

  When she was fed and happy and they were relaxing together, he would finally, hopefully, calm down.

  Dinner was delivered, Chinese, and he served it onto plates and brought it over to her so they could eat together in front of the TV.

  As they watched a game show that he deemed far too easy and she laughed beside him, enjoying her food, he slowly felt his heart return to a steadier state.

  They were both fine. He was just surprised by how worked up he’d gotten seeing that other woman try to hurt her. His fear for her was proportionate to how precious she was, and he couldn’t stand fo
r anyone to harm a hair on her head.

  She was his mate, and he had to protect her. He needed it more than he needed to breathe.

  “You okay over there?” she asked, setting aside her plate. “You’re looking intense again.”

  “Just thinking about what happened,” he said. “I’m sorry, but I found it disturbing.”

  “I’ve never had someone be protective of me before,” she said, twisting her fingers nervously. Her green eyes were so honest and clear as they met his. “I like it.”

  He grinned. “I’m glad. I like doing it.” He reached over to take her hands, rubbing his thumbs over her knuckles gently.

  She shivered and bit her lip, looking into his eyes.

  “I can think of some other things I’d like,” she said.

  “Again? Already?” He laughed. “Well, I can’t really refuse you, but what do you want?” He made sure his own plate was out of the way on one of the side table and got on his knees, facing his mate, entwining their fingers between them.

  “More,” she said. “Ever since you touched me, I’ve been wanting more. It’s not like me. I’m not… greedy. I usually have to worry about surviving. I had no idea how greedy I could be once things were going well and I was with a man I… trust.”

  He rolled his lips together nervously. He hadn’t thought he would get another chance to be intimate with her so soon, and his heart was still racing slightly over everything that had happened.

  But with even just her fingers creating ripples of warmth through him, he was in no way capable of turning her down.

  He leaned forward, kissing her, and this time took control, his tongue swiping inside her mouth swiftly, exploring deep, catching her surprised moan.

  He loved how quickly her body responded to him. How she moaned, her hands letting go of his to wrap around him, gently stroking his back.

  Unlike the woman who’d been touching him earlier, every spot Kelsey touched felt like heaven. Every time he touched her, he was transported to a place that was neither here nor his old life, but somewhere higher, better, more amazing than anything he’d ever expected.

  He leaned forward, laying her back on the couch as she kept her hands wrapped around his back, holding on to him as she fell lightly into the cushions.

  Her eyes gazing up at him were green and erotic, predatory like cat’s eyes. Her soft curves were bared as her blazer fell away from her chest, her dress shirt unbuttoned at the top, showing generous, creamy cleavage.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

  “Luck has nothing to do with it,” she said. “You won me over, so now you’re mine.”

  “That’s what you said earlier,” he said, running a finger over her cheek and down her jaw, watching her shiver, her curvy body squirming slightly beneath him. “What did you mean by that?”

  “Just what I said,” she said. “I guess I’m like you. I don’t date unless I’m serious. I can’t afford to waste time. I have so much living to do. So while you’re with me, no one else is allowed to put hands on you.”

  “I’m perfectly fine with that,” he said. “Everyone else’s touch feels disgusting.”

  She laughed, raising a blondish eyebrow. “Really? I thought men were a little more relaxed about that kind of thing.”

  He shook his head. “Not all men. Some of us can’t do that without a connection. I’m one of them, I guess.”

  “That makes sense considering how mad everyone said you got when women would harass you.”

  He nodded. “Plus, I just believe people should be allowed to have personal space and others should respect it.”

  She reached up and ran her hand down the center of his muscled chest, and it was his turn to shudder. “But I can get in your personal space all I want?”

  He nodded with a grin. “Yes, I think we’re past worrying about that now.”

  She pursed her lips. “You mean we weren’t before?”

  “I don’t know what I mean,” he said, his thoughts cloudy as he surveyed the beauty in front of him, tried to keep himself calm so he didn’t rush. “All I know is when you’re here with me, touching me, it’s all I can do to keep myself sane.”

  She giggled. “I never would have thought I could drive a man like you mad.”

  He sighed, running both hands along her soft, curvy sides and over her hips, loving the feel of her. “Oh, you definitely can and do.”

  She reached up to entwine her hands around his neck. “Should we take this to the bedroom?”

  “Oh yes, we should, for sure,” he said, standing and lifting her into his arms.

  The bed. His mate. Would he be able to claim her completely this time? Would that even be right?

  He decided he wasn’t going to allow himself to overthink it. Tonight, with her, he was going to let his heart decide.

  Kelsey relaxed into the bed as he placed her there, stretching languidly at the thought of the pleasure he was about to bring.

  Her body was already ready for him again, waiting, from just a kiss and a bit of his touch.

  She wanted to be one with him, wanted to feel secure after how angry she’d been earlier when that woman had touched him. Wanted to spend the night alone, reassuring herself he was only hers.

  At least for now.

  For all his talk of committing, of permanence, she knew not to think too hard on it after only a few days.

  But it was hard not to, because she’d never been so happy, felt so secure. So at home.

  And it wasn’t having a roof over her head. It was having someone she could trust who watched out for her like she watched out for him.

  He crawled over her, leaning down to place voracious kisses along her neck, suckling gently as his hands worked to remove her blazer, pulling it off her hands and out from under her and tossing it aside.

  He moved up to kiss her deeply on the lips as his fingers fumbled with the buttons of her dress shirt. She felt excitement at his excitement, and the tension in her built higher as his fingers grazed over her breasts.

  The more she learned, the harder she worked, the more she felt equal, as if they were on the same level instead of from different worlds. And if she just let go of the past, the way Robbie had told her to, it worked.

  She was soon to be a manager, and he worked alongside her, and they both stayed in this beautiful building and both wanted each other and had each other’s backs.

  It was too good to be true, yet here she was, making love to him.

  Her hands trailed over his muscular back, savoring the bulges there, as he sat back so she could sit up and he could pull off her unbuttoned shirt.

  She helped him by unhooking her bra and then lay back when she was free from that as well.

  He stared at her breasts for a moment, his eyes like storm clouds with the sun behind them, and then his lips were over her nipple, sucking and biting gently, just barely running his teeth against her, as his hand found the button and zipper of her skirt.

  He had it undone easily and sat back to pull it off, leaving her only in underwear.

  He reached for those, but she stopped him, looking up with a glare.

  “You first,” she said, a teasing glint in her eyes.

  He smiled and grabbed his dress shirt on both sides of his collar and, to her total shock, just tore it off. It split down the middle, revealing his rippled abs and beautiful torso and strong pecs, and he flung the pieces to the sides.

  He reached for the button of his pants and undid it, slid down the zipper with a grin, and kicked them off behind him, tossing them from the bed and onto the ground.

  Now he was only in tight, dark-gray boxer briefs, which outlined powerful thighs, trim hips, and sharp Ken-doll lines leading toward something wonderful.

  She literally couldn’t resist licking her lips, and his eyes gained heat, narrowing slightly.

  “You’re beautiful,” she said quietly.

  He nodded. “As are you.”

  She
laughed. “You didn’t even try to argue with me.”

  “Why should I?” he asked, crawling over her again. This time he took both her wrists in one of his hands and pinned them over her head. “Is this okay?”

  She nodded.

  “Anyway, there’s no point fighting about it,” he said. “I’m aware of my appearance. Women like the one earlier just make that even clearer. But the thing is I only care when you say it. I only care how you feel about it. So when you say it, and I know it’s true, I’m not going to fight you, because that’s what I want.”

  She nodded slowly, loving the feel of his firm hand holding hers like it was nothing, her body splayed and nearly naked under him.

  He hooked a finger under her panties, which were made of purple lace. One of her favorites that she’d bought.

  “I’ll buy you another pair,” he said. “A hundred if you want.”

  She bit her lip, and he jerked them off of her, tearing them as easily as if they were tissue paper. But it was so hot, so dominant, that she couldn’t even complain about it. It simply turned her on further.

  She wanted only him, and she wanted to feel his strength as he dominated her.

  He leaned forward until his lips were close to hers. “Only mine,” he said. “No one else is allowed to do this. No one else is allowed to touch you. To look at you. And I’m going to stay around and make sure they don’t.”

  She swallowed, her throat dry at how hot that was. It should be controlling, it should be odd this early in their relationship, yet she knew it was right.

  She trusted him and he trusted her, and she wanted to be with him forever.

  Deep in her heart, she knew that was true and wasn’t going to question it simply because it didn’t fit with the world’s rules.

  He stroked her face softly with his free hand and then caught her chin as he reached down to capture her lips in a kiss. His tongue was forceful, aggressive, diving in and out of her in a passionate rhythm that had her thinking about what she hoped they would do next.

  His hand released her chin and dipped downward to reach the apex of her legs, playing at the nub between them. She felt him slide over her already wet, warm flesh and arched at the sensation. So intense already and they’d only just started. It was as though her body were already anticipating his every move.