Firefighter Dragon: BBW Dragon Shifter Paranormal Romance

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Authors: Zoe Chant
she dressed his wound. Every accidental brush of her leg or hip against him burned like dragonfire. His inner dragon writhed in ecstatic agony, demanding that he turn and seize her, to carry her away to his hoard and complete the mating ritual. Dai's fingers dug into his knees as he fought for control. He had long practice at containing the dragon's fiery nature, but all his tricks of focus and distraction were useless in the presence of his mate.
    The problem was, he didn't want to control the dragon. He too wanted nothing more than to explore Virginia's perfect curves, to taste the softness of her lips. The dragon's desire and his own matched and amplified, until every brush of her fingertips against his back was exquisite torture. Only one thing kept him from turning and claiming his mate.
    She hates dragons.
    Considering all that she'd been through, it was a perfectly understandable reaction. Dai wouldn't have blamed her for being a sobbing wreck. But Virginia seemed to take all the trauma and convert it into an unbreakable inner strength, like a diamond formed under intense pressure. There had been no fear in her face when she'd spoken of the dragon—just revulsion.
    If she knew what I was...
    Dai hadn't missed Virginia's tiny flinch when she'd looked into his eyes. Subconsciously, the mate-bond attraction blazing between them had given her a glimpse of his inner dragon. And it had revolted her.
    I can't tell her. Not yet. Not until she's had a chance to get to know me, see that I'm not like that other dragon. I have to be patient.
    His inner dragon thought that this was a terrible idea. His dragon was much more in favor of sweeping away Virginia's objections to dragons by bringing her to peaks of ecstasy, and provided detailed mental images of exactly how this might be accomplished. Dai breathed slowly, counted wall tiles, and was deeply grateful for the triple-layered material of his fire-resistant trousers.
    "Okay, I'm done," Virginia said at last, taping the final corner of bandage into place. She tapped his tense shoulder. "I'm sorry, I could tell that wasn't great for you." She sighed. "It's been too long since I last did remote fieldwork. I'm out of practice with my first aid."
    Dai wished he could reassure her that his knotted muscles had nothing to do with pain, and everything to do with her proximity. "It felt good," he forced out through the raw need tightening his throat. "I mean, it feels good. Better. My shoulder. Thank you."
    "Anytime." He felt her lean back a little, inspecting her handiwork. She ran her hand over the edges of the dressing, checking it was all secure. "I think this will hold for now. But you should get your doctor friend with the magic hands to look at it later." Her fingers absently continued down the line of his spine. "I like your tats, by the way."
    Dai's breath froze in his chest. Even if he'd been able to speak, he could hardly have explained that the scarlet scale patterns that ran down his back were natural, not tattoos. Or that they were so exquisitely sensitive to touch, she might as well have just run her fingers directly over his cock.
    He shot to his feet, bashing his head against the light fitting and nearly knocking Virginia from her perch on the edge of the bath.
    "Sorry," she said, holding up her hands. Her deep brown skin hid any blush, but Dai could tell she was embarrassed. "That was, um, inappropriate of me."
    "No, no," Dai managed to gasp out. He unconvincingly rubbed one leg. "Just, uh, cramp. Anyway. You should get cleaned up yourself." Virginia looked down at her charred clothes, a mortified expression crossing her face, and Dai could have kicked himself. "I mean, it's been a long, tough night. You must want to wash and get some rest."
    Virginia smiled wryly. "I could say the same to you." She bit her lip. "Um, not to be inappropriate again, but I don't think you should get that bandage wet. Before I kick you out to get cleaned up myself, did you want some, uh,

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