Her Mad Dragon (Dragon Guard Series Book 15) Read Online Free PDF

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no way to contact him or track him, Maddox settled back into mated life and
thought little about his old friend. He decided life would go on with or
without Kyran and returned one hundred percent of his focus to Calysta and
their future together.
    Life with his mate was never boring. Tasks, that a few
months ago he would’ve thrown a fit about performing, were fun with his little
witch by his side. Even home décor had its finer points.
    “So, tell me, Mr. MacQueen, which means more…me…or this
chair?” Calysta cooed while giving her best ‘Vanna White’ wave of the hand that
pulled the lapels of her silk robe apart to reveal her gloriously naked body.
    With his brain scrambled and most of his blood heading
south, Maddox stammered, “Y…you…m…m...my love.” Racing across the room, the
last word was still on his lips when he slammed his mouth to hers. His hands
roamed her body. She moaned softly, opening to him as only one’s true mate can
do. 
    Their tongues slid along one another; the gentle glide
adding to their already explosive connection. Pushing the silk off her
shoulders, he loosened his grip for a split second to let the soft fabric float
to the floor before laying her on his oversized La-Z-Boy and kneeling.
    Pulling her beautiful bottom to the edge of the seat, Maddox
looked into her emerald eyes and smiled. Slowly spreading her knees, he leaned
down and kissed up one thigh. Inhaling the succulent scent of her arousal, he
smiled at the proof of the effect he had on her already wetting her curls then
kissed down the other thigh. Mercilessly teasing them both, drawing out his
seduction, the mad dragon was making his way back to Calysta’s center when the
front door swung open and Della, Calysta’s sister, sang, “Anybody home?”
    Scrambling to his feet, Maddox threw Calysta’s robe to his
giggling mate and growled, “Where the hell else would we be?”
    “Well, I was just…” Della’s words trailed off as a deep
blush covered her cheeks, immediately making its way down her neck.
    Refusing to be embarrassed for loving his mate in his own
home, Maddox harrumphed. “You were just what, Della?” His fists were clenched
so tightly at his sides that the crack of his knuckles sounded in the lingering
silence.
    With her robe now covering her body and her merriment under
control, Calysta rushed to her sister and took the bags from Della’s hands.
Turning towards the kitchen, his little witch winked at him while speaking to
her sister, “Come on, sweetie, you can tell me what goodies you got us for
supper.”
    In Maddox’s head, she teased, “And you can go take a cold
shower.”  
    “When is she going back to the coven?” The mad dragon
growled while adjusting his erection away from his zipper and once again cursed
the fact that they were not on his mountain with no one to
interrupt. Ignoring her joke about the cold shower and heading out the door to
the sounds of Calysta’s laughter in his head, Maddox ignored everyone he
passed.
    Lennox appeared at his side with a shit-eating grin on his
face and a spring in his step. The mad dragon knew what was coming and opened
his mouth to head off the mad bomber’s joke, but was a split-second too late.
    “How’s life as a domesticated dragon, old man?”
    Spinning to his right, he grabbed Lennox by the collar of
his Led Zeppelin shirt and glared. “Shut. The. Hell. Up.”
    Throwing his hands up in surrender, the mad bomber chuckled.
“Gotcha old man. No more jokes.”
    His words were sincere but the cheeky grin on his face said
every other Guardsman in the lair would know about Maddox’s outburst and more
teasing at his expense was sure to follow. Snatching his hand from his
brethren’s shirt, spinning back to the left, and marching off in a huff, the
mad dragon swore he would find a way to convince Calysta to at least put locks
on their front door.
    And get Della her own home…
    Arriving at the training pits for his turn at sword