Her Highland Master (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

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    "Yes, I understand it was non-refundable, but what about for acts of God, and…" Declan heard Zoey utter, her voice riddled with frustration. "Yes, ma'am. I understand. Thank you."
    He strode into the library and his gaze fixed on the delectable Zoey. She sat at the desk, the robe dwarfing her tiny body, making her seem smaller than she was, staring at the phone in resigned defeat. He wanted to cuddle her and had a primal urge to slay monsters for her at the same time.
    "Problem?" he asked, distinctly aware of his little damsel.
    "Yes. The Thistle Bed & Breakfast I booked did not hold my reservation. I had to check in by five, or call them by then to hold the reservation for the week. Because I didn't follow their guidelines, they gave my room to another person who was stranded by this storm. Since I forfeited my stay, the terms are very clear in their policy, they aren't even willing to offer me a refund. And the tow company in the village can't get someone here until tomorrow at the earliest."
    "Well, rest easy, lass. I won't be throwing you out in the snow. Ah, Jared has found some refreshments for us. Come, sit down and have some Scots tea."
    Jared wheeled a loaded cart past him and started spreading things out on the table. Declan held his hand out to Zoey. She gazed up at him with sad doe eyes, her inky lashes laced with the tears she was holding back. She expelled a ragged breath as she gauged the sincerity of his words, then placed her small, delicate hand in his. What had happened to her that she doubted someone offering her assistance? Beyond what surely had been a trying day for her, he sensed a profound weariness, mingled with disappointment. She stirred not just his desire to explore her passions and see if there was a beautiful little sub residing inside her, but she stoked his every protective instinct, too.
    A plan had formed in his mind after he'd rescheduled his London meeting and dressed to rejoin her. The Thistle forfeiting her reservation was nigh on to a godsend. While he would never force her to accept his proposal, even if he had to seduce her into agreeing, he always got what he wanted. And right now, that was one Zoey Mills. He wondered how she would respond to his offer. All his dominant instincts had surged inside him for Zoey. He hadn't felt that way since Jenna. Declan squelched the urge to rub his chest at the instinctive tightening. He had loved Jenna. He'd actually picked out a ring. She'd fit in with his lifestyle perfectly and had been his little sub, until she ran off with another Dom from the Club. They both died in a car crash a week later.
    Declan suppressed his anger toward his ex-girlfriend. She had paid the ultimate price in the freak accident, and he had mourned her betrayal long enough. What he wanted from Zoey was purely physical. She was visiting his country, which meant no attachments from either of them. Only pleasure. He almost growled. He sensed the fiery passion inside her just waiting for the right man to push her boundaries, explore her desires, and Declan craved being the man to unleash it. He helped her into a chair, his fingers grazing her back lightly, as Jared served her meal first before setting his place. It was time to set his plan into motion.
    "There you are, Miss Mills," Jared murmured to Zoey. He seemed to be vying for her attention, smiling at her as she blushed.
    She looked up at Jared with a small half smile. "Thank you. Please, call me Zoey."
    "Jared McTavish, at your service." He nodded politely in her direction. Declan knew by the man's behavior that Jared was interested in Zoey's delightful little body as well. He felt the urge to beat his chest, roar at his best friend, and stake his claim. She's mine . Jared might have allowed her into his home, but Declan was the one she had kissed with such wild abandon, not Jared. He wouldn't allow any man to stand in the way of his desire for her, not even one of his best friends.
    Jared glanced his way