Page 62 of Draco's Defiance

Hell, prey that weak deserved to be taken out. He was probably doing the species a favor by eradicating them from the gene pool.

“Come on, then.” Reaching forward, he fisted her hair, wrapping her length of dyed tresses around his wrist as he rose from his seat.

“Ow!” she squealed, rising higher on her knees to prevent the tug at her scalp.

“Pass me your money and clothes.” He signaled the pile on the floor. “You won’t have the hands, so I’ll look after them until we’re done.”

Swallowing back her obvious apprehension, she grasped at her meager possessions and reluctantly handed them to him. He smiled, shoving them back into his inside pocket while still grasping her hair.

“I want you on your hands and knees.” His dick tented his pants as she fell forward and complied as best as his grasp allowed. Relaxing his hold, he employed her hair as an impromptu leash as he led her toward the imposing black door. She shuffled forward as fast as she could, her tits hanging delectably in front of her as he glanced back.

Reaching the heavy door, he swung it open and tugged her into the subtly lit corridor. The walls were black and silver, the polished tiled floor no doubt unforgiving on poor Tiffany’s knees as he pulled her to keep up with him.

“Which room shall we choose?” He wondered aloud, considering painting her face with his cum right there in the hallway.

“Wh-whichever you want, sir,” she gasped, pressing her palms into the tiles as she crawled by his feet.

No doubt she was wondering what had happened. One moment she’d been dancing for a significant sum of money, and the next she was being led around by her hair. The woman had no idea what was about to hit her.

“Good answer.” Chuckling, he selected the room to his left and pushed the door open. “Get in there.” Releasing her hair, he waited as she crawled to his feet, the sense of triumph coursing around his body.

Things would be all right, after all. His low-beat mood had been misplaced. He’d spend a few hours mastering the lovely Tiffany, and once replete, he’d sink a stiff drink before rounding up some local guns-for-hire his father had employed in the past.

That ought to do it. He grinned at his swelling arrogance. If the Vaughns thought they’d won the numbers game, they could think again. He’d bring more men then they could handle.

Surveying the panting woman on her hands and knees, he walloped her exposed ass as she passed by him. “For the rest of the night, Tiffany, you’re mine.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Draco

“I STILL THINK WE’D be safer at the mountain lodge.” Balthazar glanced around at his brothers, and the women curled up at their sides. Cherie and Eden had fallen asleep in the last half an hour, and Sebastian had carried Rebecca to the room they were sharing, but everyone else was content to snuggle in the living room. Naturally, the roaring fire and open bottles of wine had helped facilitate the coziness. “We’re more secure up there.”

“Secure?” Draco snorted. “How secure were you when Monroe took Cherie from right under your nose last time?”

Balthazar’s gaze narrowed, his gaze flying hastily to Cherie who was dozing peacefully against him. “That was different,” he hissed. “I wasn’t prepared. None of us were.”

“None of us knew about the chimera,” Cole agreed. “Or how unhinged Monroe is.”

“The chimera?” Moira was the only one of the women still awake, her delicate fingers gripping her mug of cocoa as she took in everything the Vaughns had to say. I remember Cole mentioned a chimera, but what the hell? “You’re saying Oliver Monroe is another shifter?”

“Yes.” Balthazar sighed, his jaw stiffening, although his thoughts revealed little of the tension he no doubt felt about Moira’s presence. For once, Draco sympathized. He’d had similar reservations about the arrival of Cherie, Rebecca, and Eden.

“Apparently, the Monroes have a shifter gene, too.” Draco’s tone was wry. “Go figure.”

“Oh, my God.” Moira’s thoughts raced through the consequences of what that meant. I was followed by a shifter!

Draco smirked. He didn’t like to remind her that she was also now fucking one, but he was impressed at how relaxed she seemed with the group. Looking around the room, all of them seemed to be getting on better than he’d anticipated. Perhaps it was the necessity of the situation that had inspired such collaboration, but deep down, he was grateful for the friendly atmosphere.

Draco hadn’t agreed with much that their father had prattled on about in his life, but the concept of pulling together was one that resonated with him. Sure, he liked to rile and tease his kin, but he also accepted they were the only people who really understood what it was like to be half-man and half-dragon, and up until meeting Moira, they had been the only ones he could communicate with telepathically.

“This must be a lot to take in for you, Moira.” Cole’s smile was as kind as the man he’d grown to become.

“That’s one way of putting it.” She reached for Draco’s hand, and taking her lead, Draco encased her smaller fist with his palm.

“You’ve been great.” Draco realized he liked the bloom of pride that she inspired. Having never been in a proper relationship before, their dynamic was entirely new to him.

“I’ve had some guidance.” Her eyes flashed as she answered, the memory of her most recent spanking flitting through her mind.