The Dragon's Woman (Elemental Dragons Book 3)

by Emilia Hartley

  “Think of it as a sign of good faith more than anything else. The governments asked us to wear them, not quite willing to ask us to do anything more permanent than that. I’ve heard that some dragon shifters will get silver implants just so that they can be part of everyday society.”

  “That seems drastic,” Dakota noted.

  Wesley nodded. “Imagine living for two hundred years with only four walls and some trees to keep you company. Not everyone is cut out to be a hermit. Many of our kind can’t stand to be around one another without killing each other, so taking part in society alleviates that loneliness. I cannot say that I would ever take part in an implant, but I do see why they chose that route.”

  Loneliness was something that Dakota knew well. “Growing up, we were poor. My parents either worked two jobs or worked a lot of over time. It meant that they were never there. In school, I didn’t have a lot of friends because I devoted my time to my studies. The summer months were the worst. I would wake up to an empty house with no friends to visit. I spent a lot of time reading as a kid.”

  Wesley looked at her as though seeing her for the first time. His head cocked to the side as his blue and gray eyes studied her face. She looked away, unable to hold his gaze while she felt so vulnerable. He opened his mouth to say something, but the waitress chose that moment to appear beside their table. He pressed his lips together, and after a moment, turned his attention to the waitress.

  The young woman, blonde curls flowing over her shoulders despite the hair tie that held them back, smiled warmly at Wesley. Dakota felt something hot stir inside of her. Anger. Jealousy. It slammed into her like an ice pick when the young woman giggled at something Wesley said and playfully batted her lashes at him. Dakota bit the inside of her cheek to keep from drawing the woman’s attention away from Wesley. She shouldn’t act so territorial of him. He wasn’t hers.

  Wesley directed the waitress’s attention over to Dakota. Her face reddened. She’d been so caught up in hating the woman that she hadn’t chosen her order. Fumbling, she looked down and chose the first thing that she could read.

  Don’t be so stupid! Dakota was busy being angry with herself while the waitress walked away. He was buying her food. This wasn’t a date. It wasn’t anything. He was a dragon. Dragon plus school program equaled disaster for her. She had to remember that.

  No matter how good the sex was. She shuddered remembering it. Wet warmth pooled between her legs. She crossed them, trying to push back the embarrassment that followed.

  “Are you alright?” Wesley asked.

  Her head shot up. “Fine. I’m fine.”

  His nostrils flared. A predatorial smile crossed his lips. He could smell her, she thought. She watched his grip on the table tighten. And he wanted her.

  Good, she thought before shaking her head. What was wrong with her? He was just another man. She could find ones that weren’t also dragons. What was so enticing about this one? Besides his soft, gray eyes and his long fingers that she wanted to touch the top of her thigh? She was suddenly grateful that there was a table between them. It kept him out of her reach. It helped her regain a little bit of control.

  “Tell me more about yourself,” Wesley said. He reached out and covered her hand with his own, his thumb rubbing the skin of her wrist like he could barely control himself either. Just the small amount of contact, she noticed, helped his shoulders ease.

  “There isn’t much to tell.” She didn’t pull away from his touch like she told herself to. “I spent my childhood reading books. My teen years were spent wither working or with my nose in a text book. I’m a boring old maid at twenty-two.”

  “I highly doubt that.” He laughed. “When we first met, you were drawing. Am I wrong?”

  Dakota thought back to the bar and realized that wasn’t what he was talking about. Wesley was talking about their run in during her field trip, in the ruins outside the Snowdonia territory.

  “I enjoy sketching people in their natural habitat the most, but I couldn’t pass up drawing the ruins, either.” There was little evidence of the ruins in her journal. She had, in fact, drawn his dragon form that day.

  “So, you’re an artist as well?”

  Dakota shook her head. “Art doesn’t pay the bills.”

  His brows sloped together. “Is that why you’re getting the degree in…art history? To pay the bills?”

  He wouldn’t understand. He would forever have a home. If he was hungry, he could fly off the roof of his tower and eat a deer, or something. When you lived like her parents had, bills needed to be paid. Art, as pretty and consoling as it was, would never give her the comfortable life that she yearned for.

  The giggling waitress returned with two full plates of food. Wesley must have seen something on Dakota’s face, because he sent the waitress packing quite quickly and changed the subject once she left.

  “When I was a child, I visited my grandfather quite a bit. At the time, this didn’t seem so odd. It was just the way things were, but now that I’ve gone out and seen a bit of the world, or Wales at the very least, I discovered that living inside of a mountain was not normal.”

  “Inside of a mountain?” Dakota hissed.

  Wesley nodded. He continued to regale her with his grandfather’s immense abode inside of a Snowdonia mountain. He described the carved arches that filled the halls and the polished granite floors that led from room to room. It was hard to believe that such a thing could exist inside of the earth, seeming like a grand castle from the inside out.

  Perhaps, Dakota thought, that was where Dinas Emrys laid.

  As their meal continued, Dakota stole glances at Wes while he spoke with his hands. Every so often he would become aware of how loud his voice was and glance around the room, with a look on his face as though he swallowed his tongue. Each time, it made her laugh. She wasn’t used to feeling this way, bubbly and light.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Her head felt light as she walked the dorm hall. Now that she was away from Wesley, the reality of what she had done weighed on her. Had she not only had lunch with a dangerous dragon shifter, but slept with one, too? She barely knew him. All she knew was that she risked a lot.

  Dakota paused in front of her dorm room, keys in hand. Her mind danced back and forth over the subject. Fear and excitement built inside her in a flurry that made her want to let her head fall against the solid wood door. Before she could give in, the door whipped open in front of her.

  Clary stood, wide eyed for a moment. Then, she drew Dakota into her arms and buried her face in her roommate’s shoulder. Dakota fumbled back, catching her crying friend. Muffled words were spoken into the borrowed shirt.

  “I’m so happy that you’re okay,” Clary exclaimed as she pulled back. “When you stopped responding I thought the worst. It would be so easy for someone to text with your phone. I thought that the guy from last night had kidnapped you.”

  Dakota laughed softly as she held her hysterical friend. Clary wiped her budding tears away with the back of her hand as she pulled back. “I was safe, Clary. You don’t need to beat yourself up over this. If anything, we should go out and beat those guys up. They tried to drug you and I drank your drink.”

  Clary ran a hand through her messy blonde tresses. “That’s what I found out later. I panicked when I realized you were gone. What happened to you?”

  Dakota pushed her way into the room, not wanting to talk about what happened in the hall even if she was bursting with the need to share her night with someone. It wasn’t like she could call her mother up and gush over her exciting day. Boy crazy Clary would be happy to listen to her. She sat on the edge of her dorm bed and let a smile take over her face as she looked up.

  “I met a…” She couldn’t say dragon shifter. It would destroy everything. Especially if he was some kind of prince. It still blew her mind that the prince of the Welsh dragon shifters had slept with her. “I met a guy.”

  Clary’s eyes widened. She quickly shut the dorm room door b
ehind her and rushed over to hop onto her own bed. As Clary settled in to listen to Dakota’s story, Dakota was trying to find a way to tell it without incriminating herself.

  “Remember the guy I talked to at the bar last night?”

  Clary’s eyes widened and she practically bounced with excitement. “You bet your ass I do! He was all about you until you walked away.”

  Dakota smiled. “His name is Wesley. When the guy that drugged your drink tried to take advantage of…” Dakota swallowed hard as she thought of how close she had come to real danger. “When he realized I drank your cocktail, he tried to take me into an alley behind the bar. Wesley caught on and came to my rescue. I don’t remember much of what happened, just that Wesley didn’t know what to do with a roofied girl besides take her home.”

  Clary’s eyebrows pushed together in worry. Dakota raised her hands in his defense.

  “Not like that. He didn’t know where I would be safe so he took me home with him and let me sleep off the drug. I have to say it was alarming to wake up in an unfamiliar room when I couldn’t remember the night before.” Dakota told her friend about how her text had helped to set things straight.

  “I see you’re not wearing the dress from last night. What happened to it?”

  Dakota felt her face warm. Clary took that as evidence and bounced excitedly again.

  “You slept with him?”

  Dakota waggled her eye brows suggestively and her roommate let out a howl of laughter before leveling serious eyes on her again.

  “How was it?”

  “You have no idea.” Dakota didn’t regale Clary with details. Those were too private to share, but she did let Clary know that he most definitely put her first. Dakota didn’t once mention that her lover for the night had been a dragon. That was one detail she would likely keep to herself for the rest of her life. Clary was appeased to know that her friend was not only safe, but ended up having the morning of her life, too. She was more than a little jealous, bemoaning how hungover she had felt after such a disappointing night.

  “Do you plan on seeing him again?” Clary asked suddenly.

  Dakota looked up from what she was doing. Her heart raced at the thought. Going against her own desire, she shook her head. “There’s no way we could be together.”

  Clary pouted. ‘You mean your lover isn’t your dragon mate?”

  Dakota’s head shot up. She felt the world fall out from beneath her for a second. Then, Clary winked and the world righted itself again.

  “I was kind of hoping to meet one while I was here, but it would be really hard to hide from the school. Those guys have got to stand out in a crowd. Don’t you think?”

  Dakota nodded. Her secret was still safe.

  For now. What would she do if it did get out? She couldn’t go home empty handed. She couldn’t go home and tell her mother that she lost her chance because she foolishly slept with a dragon shifter.

  Bea Brennan would implode from sheer impropriety alone.

  ***

  History class wasn’t as bad as Dakota had expected it to be. The professor that had mocked the GOE representative hadn’t mentioned the dragon territory once during her lecture, which surprised Dakota. Instead, Professor Taniff launched into early welsh history long before the rise of Dinas Emrys.

  Dakota even found herself somewhat enjoying the class. It wasn’t until the end, while she was packing up her notes and text books that the Professor became weird. She was walking between the desks, chatting with students to let them know she was there if they needed help later in the class. That wasn’t what Dakota found odd, even if professors were usually more hands off.

  It was when the professor paused at the edge of Dakota’s desk that warning bells went off in the back of her mind. Looking up, she found Professor Taniff practically glaring down at her while her nose flared. Dakota barely said a word at all during the lecture. She didn’t know what she’d done to earn such ire.

  “I-I’m sorry?” Dakota stuttered under the woman’s indomitable gaze.

  The professor seemed to wake from a haze. She shook her head and plastered a smile across her face, revealing the crow’s feet that touched the corners of her eyes. “Apologies. It seems my tea hasn’t quite enough caffeine to keep me going.” Her head tilted to the side as she studied Dakota. “Did you enjoy the visit to the ruins the other day?”

  Dakota wasn’t sure how to answer. The woman clearly had no regard for GOE and brought her student far too close to the Snowdonia territory. Yet, Dakota woke there only two days ago and threw away her fears to sleep with the dragon man that helped her.

  “It was okay,” was all Dakota could manage.

  She gathered her books and her bag before the professor could launch into anymore conversation. There were other classes to get to. There was a night that she had to forget about. She left the strange professor behind, in a hurry to get to her next class across campus.

  Outside, the weather was a little chill, even if the sun was shining. She ducked between buildings as she tried to find the quickest way to her next class.

  Dakota felt the hair standing on the back of her neck as she walked between buildings. She reached up to rub the tingling skin. Her mind was filled with the events of the day with Wesley. Each movement reminded her of how the dragon man had touched her. In the spare moments between classes, she thought of the laughter they shared over lunch, the stories of his homeland that he’d fed to her had been more filling than food. She’d allowed him to put his phone number into her phone, giving her the choice to call him.

  Even after all that she’d enjoyed, the nagging voice in the back of her mind told her that it would come to bite her in the ass. She tried to shake off the feeling of being watched. It was only years of being told not to walk down alleys, she told herself. This was a college campus. She was safe.

  She pressed on until a figure stepped out in front of her. She startled, stepping back. Another college student stood before her, his beautiful face irritatingly familiar. His eyes narrowed as he looked at her. He stepped forward, his nose flaring. What was with people today, she wondered? Was he smelling her?

  “Excuse me,” she said before trying to duck around him.

  An arm snaked out and grabbed her by her waist before she could get past him. He jerked her close to his body and she heard him take another deep breath through his nose. She knew the feel of his muscles around her, the immovable strength that they carried. Though, she had never felt the promise of violence in a dragon’s grip before.

  Her heart thundered. She finally recognized where she’d seen him before. He was the student from the introductory seminar that had caught her eye. She had drawn his face in her journal during the seminar, his attention on her and her roommate.

  “Let me go,” she growled. She kicked at his knees with the heels of her feet.

  “Why do you smell like red dragon filth?” he growled into her ear. She felt the cold spike of fear push through her.

  There had been times that she’d been in danger before. Her body had nearly been violated outside the pub from the other night, but this was a whole new fear. She knew from the rumble in his voice that if she didn’t get away from him, her life was at stake.

  “Could you be the young brat’s mate?” he asked, laughter on his lips as he held her tight. “This ought to be fun, then. As you should understand, I have to report you to the Guardians. You’ve been in contact with a dragon. It’s the right thing to do.”

  The word mate fumbled through her panicked mind. Could she really be Wes’s mate? It seemed impossible. They’d only just met. As the new dragon moved his grip from her waist to her arm, she thought back to how she felt in Wes’s presence. She’d been safe and happy. He had fed her stories and made sure that she came first, in everything that they had done.

  Mate.

  The dragon dragged her to the Guardian’s office on campus. He armed the door open before shoving her toward the man with the unusually thick moustache. Her
feet tangled beneath her, but she caught herself on the nearby desk and righted herself. A small voice in her head told her to run as she looked up at the moustache man.

  “Why are you bothering me, Raph?” the man grumbled.

  “I have a little something that should help you in our mission, Wilson.” The way he addressed the man with the moustache felt demeaning, dripping with mockery. “This here is the mate of one of the younger dragons. You can deport,” Raph put air quotes around the word, “the girl and cause quite the stir in the red dragon territory. Her mate should be so enraged that he slips up and breaks every law set in place. When he does, you can take hostile measures. They won’t react kindly to her or her mate’s death, giving you the chance to do away with them all once and for all.”

  Wilson grinned, his teeth showing beneath the caterpillar that lived over his lip. Dakota chewed on the inside of her cheek. She glanced around, feeling true fear. She didn’t know what the dragon named Raph meant by deport. It surely didn’t mean the true sense of the word.

  “My degree,” Dakota realized. The words escaped her. “My future…”

  The man with the moustache looked to her. “I wouldn’t worry about that anymore, child. Yours will be the death that helps spur the extermination of dragons in Wales.”

  Death? She shot to her feet and darted to the door behind Raph. He was faster than she was. He caught her by her waist again and swung her around. Wilson nodded to a secretary and she stood, pulling the blinds down on all the office’s windows. Dakota growled, a sound that she’d never made before.

  She had dreams that she’d worked too hard to give up on. She had a man who could possibly love her without holding her back. Her elbow flew back into the dragon’s face. She felt his nose crunch beneath the point of her elbow. Reflexively, he dropped her.

  Her feet touched the floor and she wasted no time to wonder how she’d been able to break a dragon’s nose. She launched herself toward the door.

  “I would calm down if I were you,” Wilson said.