Wanted By The Dragon: Shifter Paranormal Romance Short Story

By Selina Coffey

He looked down at me again, coming closer and said, "Just go with it, Cameron. I don't bite." And I opened my mouth, a retort on my lips when his mouth settled on mine. It was unexpected. It was sexy. He was delicious. Cameron is used to unusual things happening in her small town, after all, it's like a beacon for all things paranormal. But when a nude stranger shows up on her front porch after a night of wild debauchery, Cameron has no idea what to expect next. And when the stranger confesses to her that he's in danger and needs her help, Cameron is torn. Should she help him? Better yet, can she even trust him? One thing's for sure: She desires him. And as the days turn into weeks, and Cameron gets to know this powerful handsome stranger better; she finds that not only does her body want him, but her soul yearns for him too. But he harbors a secret, several in fact, and unfortunately for Cameron; she is at the heart of it all.

 

Author's note: This book contains mature language and themes, intended for adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lovy Books Ltd
• Release date: Aug 27, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223332503

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CHAPTER ONE

Cameron, you have to come see this. Rachel said in an excited whisper as she shook my shoulder.

I opened one eye and moaned softly to myself and flipped back over on the couch where I had crashed the night before, too drunk to make it past the living room. We had been celebrating my best friend Rachel’s engagement to her longtime boyfriend, Michael, but apparently we had celebrated a little bit too much if the headache I felt just hearing her whisper was any indication of my current situation.

Stop talking... my head is falling off, I murmured, burying my head under a throw pillow that did nothing to shield the unyielding sun peeking through the blinds of my living room.

No seriously, Cameron, this is without a doubt the best moment of your life. Apparently God has answered your prayers and sent you a man!

Hmmm, I thought wryly to myself; I didn’t know that I had been praying for a significant other. That was news to me. This whole time I thought my prayers focused on increasing my metabolism so that I could still eat ice cream without it all going to my thighs.

Apparently unfazed by my silence, Rachel was buzzing about trying to contain her excitement. At one point, I heard her whistling softly to herself as if she were admiring something, and I turned and opened both eyes to look at her. She was jumping up and down ecstatically now. I swear, my friend had the energy of a five-year-old. You wouldn’t know it, given that she dressed like an emo teenager in all black, with dark-red lipstick and a no-nonsense bob as a haircut. People assumed she was the serious one, but no. That role would go to me. I was a brunette too, but my hair was wavy and resembled a Disney princess, as one little girl had told me, and I had light blue eyes. My hair and eyes were my best features, in my opinion, given that I wasn’t a big fan of my curvy backside and almost non-existent breasts. I figured there had been a mistake made somewhere in my gene pool; I had so much going on regarding my rump, but nothing going on up top. It was a tragedy that made shopping trips uber-depressing. That’s why I wore baggy shorts and tank tops all the time; I couldn’t figure out what else could possibly fit when I was two sizes smaller on the top than I was on the bottom.

Determined to ignore my best friend and continue sleeping, I groggily said, I don’t even like men anymore. They suck and have smelly feet. My statement came out sounding like I was four. And I instantly felt silly. I couldn’t waste my energy thinking about a certain deadbeat ex-boyfriend who couldn’t kiss.

Hey, not all men are like Preston, Rachel said catching on easily to who I was referring to in my comment. She then tugged at my arm trying to get me off the couch.

Yes they are, you just don’t know it yet, I said pulling my arm back. Preston was my shiftless ex., and I wasn’t exactly mourning the end of our relationship. After all, it wasn’t as if he had been a prize. I had only dated him because he was just one of the hand-full of single men in town that was my age and hey, a girl has needs. He had dumped me unceremoniously one evening stating that I was too cold and aloof. He was right. I didn’t like emotional attachments. I ran from them.

As I turned my thoughts away from Preston, I realized that Rachel was stronger than I thought and had already pulled half my body off the couch. My shoulder hit the floor and I grimaced as I toppled completely off the couch hitting the thick