Never Fall for a Dragon (Mate Mountain, #1)

by Lola Glass

I dropped my laptop on the porch swing and stood up, trying to move around him so I could see. I caught sight of a flash of bare skin before his gigantic hand landed on my hip, and he yanked me behind him. “Are they naked?” I called over the rushing wind. “Clothes don’t shift with us.” Guess that was a yes. And suddenly, I understood why he’d tried to stop me from looking at them. If it pissed him off when I glanced at a guy who was wearing clothes, I didn’t want to know what he’d do if I checked out some other naked guy. Especially if the naked guy happened to be his brother. The wind died down. “I changed my mind. You’re staying with me,” he grumbled. “Put your hands on my waist.” “I really don’t want to⁠—” “It wasn’t a request, Fireball. Hands on my waist.” I huffed, but did as he’d commanded. His body was strong beneath my fingers, like the man was made out of stone. He didn’t feel warm to me, given my ridiculously-sweaty self, but he still felt good. A tiny, itty-bitty part of me wished he hadn’t found another shirt, so I could’ve put my hands on his bare skin. I wasn’t about to acknowledge that part, though. “Did they bring pants?” I asked, my voice muffled against his back. “No.” So there were five hot, naked supernatural men in what was basically my new front yard. Lovely. “Should I be scared?” I asked, not feeling scared. Mostly, I just felt like my hands were on the sexiest man alive. But I was ignoring that, too. “No. I won’t let them hurt you, and if they try, ...