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

by Lola Glass

A low growl rumbled in my ear. “Eyes off the demon if you want to avoid a fight, Fireball.”

“Alright.” There was a pause again. “Make sure you wash your hair, too. I could smell your friends in your hair.” I raised my eyebrows. “Why were you smelling my hair?” “It’s unavoidable,” he growled. “Just wash their scent out. Please.”

The bond between a dragon shifter and his mate was a codependent one, which was why most of us avoided it like the plague. A dragon couldn’t fly without his mate. Shifting without her at his side became physically impossible. His mate, on the other hand, would go into heat every month after sealing the bond. It was a week of hell for her, month after month, if he didn’t soothe it for her.

“If you’re staring at the demon, you know I’ll have to kill him, Fireball,” August grumbled.

“She’s staring at you, asshole,” Brynn shot back from the kitchen. My gaze jerked to hers, and she winked at me. “I’m the only one checking out Bash.”

He leaned a little closer. “You’re mine for the next few weeks, Fireball. Mine. Got it?”

“Some kinds of lizards have something on the roof of their mouth that helps their sense of smell. Dragons have them too—but they’re only active as far as our mates go. It’s a mesh between tasting and smelling. Supposedly, I’ll be able to tell your needs apart based on your smell when I get used to it. Right now, all the scents in the house are making it impossible and driving me insane.”

“You’re beautiful.” His voice was quiet. “I can’t remember if I’ve told you that.”

I’d be back for my Fireball, and the home we’d made ours, as soon as possible.

“You smell amazing, Vi” Eli offered. “Just figured I’d throw that out there.”

“If I die, you’re going to end up with some other bastard,” August said. “So I’m not going to die. There’s no reason to talk about it. You’re mine.”