The Dragon Warrior (Lochguard Highland Dragons 4)

“Your dragon’s sake?”

“Fine, for all of our sakes.”

Faye nodded. “That’s the right answer. And while we’re working, just remember that my mouth is good for more than just talking.”

With a wink, she exited the room and she heard Grant groan. It was fun torturing him. He’d be thinking of her hot mouth around his cock for an hour. The tricky part would be in keeping her own fantasies of what Grant would do to her out of her head while they worked.

As they walked down the corridor, Faye couldn’t stop smiling. Grant was turning out to be everything she wanted. It was strange to think he’d been in front of her all this time and she’d never noticed.

Her dragon spoke up. I said before, we weren’t ready.

Faye believed her beast. Grant from two years ago never would’ve shared clan responsibilities so easily, let alone teased her.

Now all they had to do was ensure they had a long future to live for. The first step was seeing if the DDA’s security team had a mole. While the DDA had been cleaned up after the recent arrest of the former director, it seemed there was still some lax security. Maybe one day the DDA and Lochguard could have a better working relationship. Just imagining a future when they didn’t have to plead for help made her pick up her pace.

Aye, she would work with Finn and Grant to build better relations. After all, she soon would have a child of her own to look out for.

Faye waited for panic or doubt to set in, but only anticipation flooded her body. Not just for how their child would be created—she looked forward to that bit—but also to raising a wee one to be strong and safe. Faye may not have thought herself mother material until recently, but she wasn’t about to be anything but the best at it.

Her dragon sighed. Why be competitive about this? There are many great parents. I bet even Fraser will make a great one.

He will, but we’ll be better.

Rather than argue, her dragon merely turned her back and laid down. Her beast might be hiding it, but the strain of resisting the frenzy was sapping her energy. She said softly to her beast, Just a bit longer.

Grant finally matched her stride and a sense of ease came over her at his solid presence at her side. Together they would tackle any problem that arose and solve it, be it for clan or their own families. If anyone could change Lochguard’s spate of bad luck over the last year, it was the two of them.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Grant sat with Faye inside Finn’s office as they waited for their clan leader to arrive. As much as he wanted to drag Faye into his lap and hold her close, they sat in separate chairs about a foot apart.

It was hard to believe they’d both declared their love a few hours ago.

The distance is necessary, his dragon muttered.

Even so, I haven’t made any public claim on Faye. I don’t want the other males to think they have a chance with her.

Someone is sounding like me, aren’t they? But don’t worry. Finn is mated with bairns. He’s no threat.

I know that. But just walking here was torture with all the males smiling at Faye.

Faye’s voice interrupted his conversation. “Maybe we should just head to Finn’s house. I’m sure something came up. He’s a new dad after all.”

Finn’s voice carried from behind them. “No to going to my cottage since the triplets have finally fallen asleep. Anyone who wakes them will suffer Ara’s wrath.”

Grant looked over his shoulder. “If you better soundproof your small home office, video conferences will make your life easier over the next few months.”

“Aye, once things calm down, I’ll set up a more permanent base at home.” Finn moved to behind his desk and sat. “I did manage to get ahold of the DDA director, Rosalind Abbott from my cottage. Bram and I are going to meet with her in the coming months to address some of the holes in their security and staff.”

“So Evie’s contacts found out something with regards to George Smith?” Faye asked.

Faye and Grant had tried to locate the man, but he’d disappeared. No one had seen him since Glasgow.

“Aye,” Finn said. “His National Insurance number turned out to be a fake. A good one, mind you, as it took several hours to determine it belonged to a man who’d gone missing years ago but never officially reported.”

“In other words, George Smith wasn’t his real name,” Grant stated.

Finn nodded. “Exactly. Arjun has assured us that any future events will have a thoroughly vetted security team. Not only has he offered to vet them together, he’ll resign if anything like this ever happens again.”