The Dragon's Dilemma (Lochguard Highland Dragons 1)

His dragon roared. No. Kiss her and talk later.

The need to kiss and fuck Holly rushed through Fraser’s body and his step faltered. You said I could talk to her.

That was before you tried to make excuses and prevent us from kissing her.

Fine, I’ll kiss her. But let me prepare her first.

His beast paused a second before replying, This is your last chance. Kiss her or I will take control.

Understood.

As his beast went back to pacing, Fraser cursed at his future being stolen from him. Yes, he was attracted to Holly and would love the chance to woo the feisty lass. But not with trickery and his dragon driving his actions.

That sort of deceit would only solidify the rumors about dragon-shifters being beasts. Not to mention Holly would probably flee Lochguard as soon as she’d birthed his child. Even knowing how important family was to her, Holly would probably try to find a way to take her child away from Fraser, the monster.

Taking a deep breath, Fraser pushed aside all of his doubts and fears. He couldn’t risk his dragon taking over his mind and running amuck. If that happened, the Department of Dragon Affairs would probably hunt him down and lock him up.

There was no bloody way he would allow that to happen.

He reached the toilet door just as Holly opened it. She blinked. “Fraser? What are you doing up here?”

He could make up excuses about needing to use the loo, but each second he wasted talking was a second more that Finn or Fergus could come check on either one of them.

Reaching for her hand, Fraser tugged her into his room across the hall and shut the door. His dragon hissed. Pin her against the wall and kiss her.

Not yet.

Hurry.

Fraser leaned against his door as Holly frowned at him. “What the hell are you doing, Fraser MacKenzie?”

He clenched his jaw at the thought of what he was about to do.

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Holly’s heart beat double-time. One second she’d been exiting the toilet and the next she was alone in a room with Fraser.

With no one else with them, Holly could do nothing but stare at the blue-eyed dragonman who kept invading her thoughts. Surely he wouldn’t try to flirt with or touch her again. After all, Fraser had dismissed her at the dinner table.

Hadn’t he?

The dragonman’s pupils flashed to slits and back. Something was going on with his dragon, but she had no bloody idea what.

Not one to back down from getting answers, she frowned and willed her voice to be strong. “What the hell are you doing, Fraser MacKenzie?”

He growled out, “Do you know what a true mate is, Holly?”

Holly nearly did a double-take at the strange question. “Yes, the DDA told me. A dragon-shifter’s true mate is their best chance at happiness. Why?”

Locking the door, he took a step toward her. “What else did they tell you?”

Her heart raced faster. She took a step back and her legs hit the edge of the bed. “That if a dragon-shifter kisses their true mate, it starts a frenzy.” She swallowed. “Why are you asking me this? Fergus is waiting for me downstairs.”

Fraser curled his upper lip. “Don’t mention Fergus.”

Taking a deep breath, Holly straightened her shoulders. She wasn’t about to let Fraser frighten her. “He’s the one I’m here to be with, Fraser. You know that. Now, let me go.”

Fraser closed the distance between them until he was only a few inches away and placed a hand on her back. Despite his flashing eyes and alpha attitude, heat flared at his touch.