Desired by Dragons: BBW Paranormal Romance (Dragons of New York Book 2) by Terry Bolryder

on him angrily. “Of course I care. I recruited the two dragons I hate most in the world to save you. I charged into a warehouse full of wolves for you. What do you think?”
    Quill laughed and came over to stand behind his partner and hug him, and Drake ruffled irritably but let him do it. 
    “Sit down,” Drake said tersely. “We need to figure out the situation with Tara’s ex.”
    Tara sighed. “You know, you’re a good person, but when you sound so angry all the time, it’s hard to confide in you.”
    Quill nodded. “Maybe if you had better manners—”
    “I don’t care!” Drake burst out. “Give me that phone.”
    She sighed and handed it over. It was time to let someone else in on the situation she’d been facing alone for so long. If anyone could help her, it was her dragons. 
    Her phone was unlocked and open to the message, and Drake’s eyes went wide with fury before he dropped the phone to the ground like it had burned him. Then he was up and pacing, his knuckles cracking as his hands balled into tight fists.
    “This man,” he growled angrily. “He thinks he can threaten us? Our mate?” He shook his head. “I’d like to see him try. I’ll kill him ten times over.”
    “If he’s gotten in with the wyverns…” Quill said.
    Drake slammed a fist into the wall, denting it, and Tara winced in concern.
    Quill waved a hand. “Not the first time.”
    Tara stood and walked to Drake. A part of her was apprehensive about approaching him when he looked this disturbed. But she also wanted to reassure him.
    She wrapped her arms around his waist, and his breath caught for a moment before he reluctantly returned the embrace. He was warm and soft and reassuring, and even if he was angry, she knew it wasn’t at her.
    “Thank you for saving me today,” she said. “You were awesome. Both of you.”
    Quill and Drake were silent.
    “We shouldn’t have let you get captured,” Drake finally said. “You’re everything to us.”
    “How can I be?” she asked. “You barely know me.”
    “Not true,” Drake said, stroking her hair. “I know your hair is really curly when you get out of the shower. I know you taste like heaven. I know you’re as tenderhearted as Quill. I know you’re loyal, and you resisted those other dragons because of us. I know you’re a hard worker who doesn’t let other people down. And I know you’re brave… for dealing with this man on your own for so long.”
    She rested against him. “I didn’t have a choice. And I didn’t mean to alert him to my location. I’ve probably put you all in danger.”
    “I didn’t think of that,” Quill said, standing abruptly. “He could have told them our location, and they could be planning to breach it.”
    “What should we do?” she asked.
    Drake just kept stroking her hair, calming her and himself at the same time it seemed. “Don’t worry. We won’t let anything happen. They still wouldn’t try an attack, I think. As long as two of us are here, they wouldn’t dare.”
    “So we just have to stay in the apartment?” Quill asked.
    “For now,” Drake said. “I can’t think of anywhere safer. And I really don’t think they’d try to take on dragons on their own turf. They’re probably counting on us to leave on a mission.”
    “Well, we won’t,” Quill said, folding his arms. “I’m not putting Tara in jeopardy again.”
    She swallowed. “Look, I appreciate that you two are trying harder to get along. But what if Gentry is right? What if I’m complicating things too much by being here? What if it’s not the right time?”
    Drake let out a growl and pulled back to look at her. “Are you saying you want to consider other dragons?”
    Quill closed in on her other side, and the sexual tension in the room flared to life, heating her up.
    “No,” she said. “But the ex, the wyverns, they’re my problem. And you two… Well, you’ve had hundreds of years to work this out… and… I’m not sure it’s going to