Light His Fire: Paranormal BBW Dragon Shifter Mail-Order Bride Romance Read Free Page B

little bell on the door rang and Pearl looked up. She gasped, dropping the phone on the counter with a loud clattering noise.
    There he was – the bane of her existence, the sexiest and most infuriating man she had ever met – grinning at her like he was just seconds from eating her up. Ares casually walked over to the counter and leant on it, making the muscles on his arms flex. Pearl’s mouth went dry and her words got stuck in her throat.
    A million thoughts and questions rushed through her head, but the most prevalent of them all were how he could look so damn cocky and why she wanted him so badly.
    “So, what time do I pick you up?” he asked, flashing a brilliant smile.
    Shit.
    Pearl Landon wasn’t feeling very eloquent at that moment.
     

CHAPTER THREE
    Ares
     
    Fuck, she looks good.
    And she did. Pearl looked just as mouthwatering as she had the first time they met. He’d been in Delaware for a show, playing guitar for a friend’s band and generally having a good time, when he came across the most gorgeous creature he’d ever seen while crawling through the local bars.
    When he saw her, it was like time and space stood still for a moment. She had stormy gray eyes that made him think of autumn winds and a plush, scrumptious smile that made him want to catch those plump lips between his teeth until she yelped for him to let go. And then he’d move down that absolutely divine body of hers until he reached her bountiful breasts and…
    Fuck.
    He wasn’t feeling very eloquent either.
    Ares smirked. It was hard to settle down when he was faced with the object of his desires. She still hadn’t said a word and he was starting to wonder whether that was a good or a bad thing. No heavy objects were flying in the general direction of his head, so that was good. And, shamefully, he hadn’t got a kiss yet either, so that wasn’t so good. A day of ups and downs, most certainly.
    “W-what the hell are you doing here!?” Pearl finally screeched, making Ares grimace.
    Sheesh. She could be loud when she wanted to. He couldn’t wait to test out just how loud he could make her. Looking at her, she seemed to be the kind of woman who would enjoy a bit of hair-pulling and dirty talk.
    Plenty of time to figure that out…
    “What do you mean, princess? I’m here to whisk you off on a romantic date, filled with tequila shots and beer nuts. And if you’re particularly nice to me, maybe I’ll even let you say thank you.”
    He winked at her and she didn’t look very amused. Inwardly, he shrugged – couldn’t win them all. That material would have slayed in New York, for instance. Those Upper East Side types really liked to be told to get on their knees and suck some cock. He’d always figured it was some sort of power thing – amped up women who like to be told what to do by men much stronger than they. But, apparently, his little Pearl wasn’t that type of woman… Oh well.
    “Oh no, I’m not going anywhere with you. Now, I’ll ask you again and you’ll pretend to have the processing power of a snail or a small houseplant and actually give me a real answer. What. The hell. Are you doing here?”
    Now he sighed in earnest. He’d always liked a challenge but this particular one had been eluding him for a month and he was getting sort of tired of the bait and switch. He’d almost managed to get her to come out with him in Delaware, having flown all the way back there just for her, only to find out that she’d suddenly decided to pack up and move without warning.
    Then, as she was being adorably and infuriatingly cryptic with him, it had taken another week or so to figure out where the hell she’d gone. At times, Ares had even considered dropping the whole thing, but as long as she was keeping him around in texts, he wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Especially not when his dragon had promised in no uncertain terms to make his life a living hell if he didn’t get this woman to go out with them. While