Dragons Need Love, Too Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (I Like Big Dragons #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Dragons, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Funny, Magic, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: I Like Big Dragons Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 62488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
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Her eyes slowly slid down my chest, and it was only then that I realized that I was shirtless, showing off the tattoo that had just recently shown up.

Her eyes brightened, and her hands slowly slid up her rib cage.

But when she made to open her mouth to question me, I bolted.

“I’ll be in the room right next to the one you slept in last night!” I called over my shoulder.

I then cursed myself because she knew where my room was. She’s seen me naked in it earlier.

She glared at my retreating back, and I had to say that I wasn’t surprised that she didn’t look all too happy to see me avoid the topic.

And I knew I’d get the fourth degree later, once I was done, or she worked up the courage.

Which was why I avoided her until late that night when I knew she’d be asleep.

Yep.

I know. I’m a coward.

So sue me.

Chapter 5

I don’t think I’d be good in a threesome. I can’t even pet two dragons at the same time.

-Brooklyn’s secret thoughts

Brooklyn

“I can’t believe you’re okay. Are you sure you’re okay? I can’t come home, but I need to know you’re okay,” Blythe babbled.

I narrowed my eyes at the hallway I was walking down.

“I’m okay, Blythe. I promise. Now go take a nap or something, and for God’s sake, stop crying. You’re making me want to cry, too,” I ordered my best friend.

“Is he treating you alright?” Blythe continued, ignoring what I had to say.

“Yes. He’s treating me fine. I promise. Now go to sleep,” I repeated once again.

Blythe sighed.

“You’re treating me almost as annoyingly as Keifer is,” she grumbled.

“Bye!” I said loudly, then hung up, easing carefully around the next corner.

I was lost.

Horribly and terribly lost.

It’d been a little over three days since I’d woken from the coma I’d been in.

And, in those three days, I’d thought I’d gotten pretty used to my surroundings.

Except, now that I was on my own looking for the kitchen, I realized that my grasp on where, exactly, I was wasn’t as good as I’d thought.

Finally, I came to a door that led to outside, and I pushed it open.

Maybe if I could walk around the outside, I would be able to find the kitchen faster rather than to continue to walk around hallway after hallway with no idea where I was.

It was a sound idea, too.

Except I didn’t take into account the fences.

And once I’d walked out the door, I’d realized that it locked behind me.

“Wonderful,” I muttered to myself, looking up at the overcast sky in contemplation.

I was in a side yard of sorts.

It was separated from the front and back by huge brick walls that spanned at least eight feet in height all the way around.

So I sat down, exhausted to my very bones.

I crossed my legs underneath me, and contemplated my situation.

Brooklyn.

I squeezed my eyes shut, my tired brain going on overdrive.

I’d not heard Nikolai in my head since I’d woken from my coma, and I’d just started to chalk it up to my overactive imagination.

But, alas, Nikolai shattered that stupid notion within seconds of me going outside.

Why did you go outside? the dastardly man asked in my head.

I thought it’d be a nice day for a stroll, I thought to myself.

Or maybe to him. I didn’t know.

The moment the words were out of my mouth, the sky above me started to rumble.

Then, moments later, the bottom of the sky opened up, and rain started to pour down.

I’m not really sure why I did what I did.

One second I was staring at the water as it drenched me, and the next I was in a bubble.

A literal bubble.

Like one of those plastic ball-like things that hamsters run in when they aren’t in their cage.

It surrounded me perfectly, and I watched in avid fascination as the rain curved around my bubble and fell to the ground at my sides.

I’m in a bubble.

It’s called a shield, an amused female’s voice said dryly.

My first reaction was to look at my sides as I tried to find the owner of that voice.

And when I didn’t see anyone at my sides, only then did I look up.

And up.

And up.

And up.

There was a beautiful white dragon the color of a pearl.

She had blue eyes, blue spikes down her back, and a blue war club type thing on her tail that reminded me of a mace I’d seen once at a museum.

She was lying on the roof, almost like she was sunning herself.

Could the roof hold that much weight without collapsing?

She looked like she’d done it before.

“Are you talking to me?” I asked the dragon.

That had to be the stupidest thing to ever come out of my mouth.

Literally, out of all the things I could’ve said to a dragon, I had to ask her if she was talking to me.


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