No, she's not a dragon-shifter. But usually these things work out well in the end.
Usually being the operative word. When true mates went wrong, it usually went drastically wrong.
His dragon growled. That won't happen to us as long as you be nice and try to woo her.
Ignoring his beast, Jose released her hand and decided he may as well get things started. The sooner everything was signed, the sooner he could get the human alone and talk her into his bed.
And yes, as he glanced down at her small breasts, flaring hips, and curvy thighs made to lock around his head as he ate her pussy until she screamed, he very much wanted to do that, true mate or not.
His dragon growled. Not before telling her the full truth.
The truth meant explaining how kissing a true mate on the mouth would kick off a mate-claim frenzy, which was a nonstop sex marathon until she ended up pregnant. We'll see.
You can't keep it from her. She'll get scared and run when she can.
Jose had heard stories of such things happening, but this was different. If she signs the contract, she can't leave.
Is that really how you want things to start with her? Because she could leave later.
And while his inner beast didn't say the rest, Jose knew it—his dragon could go rogue if they claimed their true mate and she ran. And if he shifted and became uncontrollable, it was possible ADDA would hunt him down and kill him.
He replied, I won't let it happen. I have a plan, so just bear with me.
The human's brows drew together and she blurted, "Is your dragon talking to you? That's what your flashing pupils are about, right?" She didn't wait for him to answer, but pushed on. "Then what does he talk about? I've always been curious."
If I took control, then I would tell her, his dragon muttered.
Ignoring his beast, he answered the human. "Yes, he talks a lot. Too much sometimes. But as for what he's saying right now, that'll have to wait. I can't divulge dragon-shifter secrets after all, at least not until the contracts are signed."
She raised the book she'd been reading. "Unless you're a completely different species from the British dragons, then I don't see what great secrets you could still have."
He leaned down and murmured, "I've met my fair share of humans, but I'd bet a million bucks that you have a few secrets of your own, don't you? Maybe ones you only let come out at night, in your dreams?"
Her cheeks flushed, and the sight made his heart rate kick up. She'd been pretty before, but now she was fucking gorgeous. Jose wondered if her entire body would flush as he thrust between her thighs, making her come harder than she ever had before.
She cleared her throat. "Of course I have secrets, but not about being human. You could learn anything you wanted about us from a textbook. There aren't as many factual books about dragon-shifters, though. And I prefer facts over scary stories used to frighten children at bedtime."
Did her tone seem…disappointed? And why did he have the urge to tell her whatever she wanted, so she'd lean forward and hang on his every word?
His dragon stated, You know why.
Not wanting to think about how a true mate could have such sway over him, he motioned toward the table. "You'll learn more about my kind simply from the paperwork. Let's get started." He searched her gaze. "Unless you want to run away?"
She stood a fraction taller and clutched the book against her chest. While she was trying for brave, the backpack hanging from one shoulder sort of negated the image.
And for whatever reason, Jose found the sight adorable.
What the hell? He didn't find anything fucking adorable.
Damn true mate and her ability to make him even think of the word.
Victoria walked to the table to lay down her book, tossed her bag on the floor, and went to the refreshment table. As she piled cookies and chips on her plate, he watched how she picked things out carefully. No grabbing and moving on for her. No, she considered every piece and then made the decision.
Maybe she'd be as thorough with his body, learning every inch before finally taking his cock into her mouth.
His dragon snorted. That's not how babies are made, which means she doesn't have to do that if she chooses.
Oh, I think she'll want it eventually. Sometimes the quieter ones are the most adventurous in bed.