I clenched my jaw, forcing my eyes to stay locked on hers and not wander where they desperately wanted to go. Arlen was standing there, looking like a damn dream in that little yellow dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her boobs were pushed up; her olive skin looked delicious, and those unique eyes... I've never seen a woman as beautiful as her.
When she saw me, she took a step forward. We don't wear that kind of attire here, but I am certain that is something common in her realm, and for some reason, it makes me angry.
Dragons are jealous creatures, and the fact that other men have seen my mate like this is making Draco, and I want to go over there and claim her as ours.
She must know what she is doing; I could bet she did this on purpose. Arlen wanted to provoke,
