Taming the Dragon (Loved by the Dragon, #3) Read Online Free PDF

simple desires. Family. Peace. Belonging. She lived as part of Saul’s pack.
    Quiet as thieves, they moved into the neighboring room and used the sink to wash the makeup from their faces. Afterward, they changed from their finery into pajamas and settled on the couch in front of the television.
    “Why didn’t you warn me you made lunch plans with Teo?” Marcy asked, interrupting their movie with her abrupt question.
    “I didn’t,” Chloe laughed. “I think he was only trying to put Helena in her place. Did you see her expression? She looked like she’d sucked on a lemon.”
    “What if he was serious?”
    “Trust me. Teo has better things to do than to hold our hands at his resort,” Chloe assured her.
    Chloe was right. The next day passed without Teo’s presence for a shared lunch by the cove. Despite her disdain for the arrogant dragon, Marcy couldn’t help but feel let down by the ruse.

Chapter 3
    W aves crashed against the white sand shore as Marcy captured the foaming tide with paint. At first, she’d sat beside Chloe with a collapsible watercolor easel while Astrid made castles in the sand. The child made the perfect artist’s subject until she’d passed out. While Marcy finished the painting, Chloe sat nearby beneath an umbrella with a sexy paperback novel in her hands.
    “Ugh. Hey, Marcy? I’m going to take Astrid back to our room. I’m feeling a little tired myself. Watching her run around wore me out.”
    “All right. I want to finish this painting first. Guess I’ll see you guys for dinner?”
    “Sure.” Chloe gathered Astrid into her arms and plucked their blanket from the sand. With them gone, Marcy had no distractions from the creative scene coming to life on her easel.
    Astrid is such a beautiful little girl. Smart as a cookie, too. Marcy had been taking pictures of the child since her birth, saving the couple any need to hire a professional photographer. It was only another of Marcy’s hats: artist, plant enthusiast, blogger, candlemaker, and financial whiz. She had her own mother to blame for it by sharing a love of all things artistic.
    A shadow fell over Marcy and her work. When she glanced up to her left, she saw a man standing over her with his hands in the pockets of his loose, white linen pants. A small, startled shriek rose in her throat until she recognized the chiseled features and intense green eyes.
    “You scared the shit out of me!” Her heart pounded in her chest, a wild and frenzied rhythm
    “My apologies. I did not wish to interrupt your work.”
    “Well, say something next time. It’s kind of creepy to just stare at a woman.”
    “I apologize again.”
    Marcy tilted her head and raised one hand to shield her eyes from the sun shining over his head. “You’re full of apologies today. I guess you felt like an asshole?”
    “Indeed. I came to ask if you have seen my aviary.”
    “No, I haven’t seen the aviary,” she said in a clipped tone. Another place where he’d no doubt attempt to rub his immense wealth in her face.
    “You wish to be alone,” Teo said. His words were as much an observation as they were an inquiry.
    “I wish to know why the hell you’ve hovering by me,” she mocked him, only to feel like a bitch when the words left her tongue.
    “I would like to make amends for the poor impression I have made.”
    I’m going to regret this. He’s hot, but all of the good looks in the world won’t change the fact he’s an asshole, Marcy thought sadly. Or a dragon. Not like I really have a chance with him anyway.
    “Marcy?” Teo spoke in a soft tone.
    “Why now?”
    Five years ago, meeting Teo had seemed like an outrageous, impossible dream. Her best friend had fallen in love with an amazing dragon shifter who worshipped the ground beneath her feet, and the arrival of his friend Teo seemed fated until the black dragon opened his mouth.
    “Chloe tells me you own a camera. You will want to bring it with you,” Teo told her. “Meet me inside