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submission?”
    “Yes.”
    A tickle ran through my mind when she checked if I was lying. She found that I spoke the truth. “I believe you would. Very well, you shall lead us.” Despite the short answer, I had the distinct impression she silently tacked a “for now” onto the end.

    Chapter Five
    The dragon released my body and I changed back into my usual human form. I was given no warning. One moment I was wrapped in several tons of scale-covered dragon. The next I was standing naked in the breeze. And poor Davis…he’d been running his hands over the dragon’s scaly shoulder, and after the change, his right hand was resting over my bare right breast.
    He let out a yelp and jumped back. “Oh! I’m sorry.” I understood the reaction. Our flesh touching for even that second scorched me. Reaction or not, I stood bare-ass naked before him. The only upside was that his eyes had lost their scientific stare and had taken on some very primal heat. Even if I might rarely admit it, I was girlie enough to appreciate the flattery. However, I didn’t appreciate it enough to just hang out nude for all and Adam. “Give me your shirt, would you?” His gaze traveled the full trip down to my toes and on the way back up stalled out at my shoulder. “Beautiful tattoo.” His hand started upward as if to touch me again but stumbled and then retreated.
    Instinctively my fingers closed over my upper arm, where the image of a knife stabbed through tangled ivy.
    “Um, thanks.”
    “Not that one, although it is nice too. I mean the dragon tattoo.”

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    “I don’t have a dragon tat—” I looked at where his hands waved and, lo and behold, I had a new tattoo.
    “Damn it.” Twisting and turning, I could still only see the edges but even that was enough to identify the brand-new art. The thing was huge—a purple dragon covering my back with wingtips spread out across my shoulders. Davis might be all impressed by the beauty of it, but I was more than a little bit pissed. It was my body, yet it seemed like every part of it was being stolen from me. “Give me the damn shirt, Davis.”
    “Ah, yeah.” He dug into his bag and pulled out a long-sleeved shirt. He ducked his gaze away and held out the offering. I might have been impressed if he hadn’t been peeking and his lips hadn’t formed a cute smirk.
    “Thanks.” I slid into the shirt and began buttoning it up. For not the first time in my life, I was happy to be on the small side. His shirt was long enough to hit mid-thigh and cover all my important parts. It also smelled like Davis, a peculiar musty, manly smell that was a part of him. As I pushed the button through the next-to-top hole, I couldn’t resist lifting the collar up to inhale his scent.
    “We shouldn’t stay out here. Do you still want to go to my hotel room?” This time he was asking more than where I was going or if I wanted to use his books for research. He was asking me up to see his etchings.
    I almost laughed at the thought, but the truth was I’d fall for the line with a smile and never mind the consequences. Already my body tingled with a demanding desire to do naughty things to Davis. Starting with stripping him down and licking him all over. I needed his scent on me. In me.
    At least during sex I could control what and who my body did.

    L. Shannon
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    I paused at the waves of need that were deeper and darker than mine usually ran. And licking up his scent, what’s with that? A familiar tickle glided through my mind. The dragon. Maybe I couldn’t control who I did.
    Maybe this wasn’t my desire. Did dragon lust run hot?
    Was this the creature or me?
    “Both.”
    I considered arguing, but even before I picked up the cursed amulet I’d wanted Davis. A quick tumble was certainly appealing. But this wasn’t all me. I didn’t jump a guy when on the job or being hunted by killers. If it happened, it would be later. For the moment I had bigger problems than my long-ignored