I Like Big Dragons and I Cannot Lie (#1) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Dragons, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Funny, Magic, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: I Like Big Dragons Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 65310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
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Again, I was struck with the feeling that he could somehow read the thoughts running through my brain.

“What are you doing here?” I wondered aloud, finally taking a step back to put as much distance between the two of us as I could.

He raised his brow and that was when I realized that I could see in the dark, too.

I hadn’t turned on the light yet, and this entire conversation, from the moment it’d started five minutes ago, had taken place in the pitch blackness of my entryway.

Holy. Shit.

He smiled in amusement as the expression on my face changed yet again, probably in wonder, at my realization.

“My dragon sent me to you,” he finally answered.

That’s when I finally came all the way back online.

“You disappeared earlier! You touched me. You did this!” I accused, poking him in the chest with my finger.

He snorted. “Hardly. I am just as much a victim to this as you are.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Fix me!”

He had the audacity to fucking laugh! At me!

“Why are you laughing?” I shrieked.

Then I set my hair on fire.

“Ahhhhh!” I squealed, running around in a mini circle waving my hands.

Then, just as suddenly as I’d started, I was stopped. Not by my own volition, though. By his.

Keifer’s.

Then, blessedly, it was all gone.

A sharp pain in my temple had me falling to my knees, my vision going black.

Yet, before I could hit the hardwood floor under my feet, I was swept up into a brawny set of arms and settled comfortably into that very well defined chest.

Lights out, Blythe.

***

My eyes opened a while later and I decided that maybe I was dead.

Why else would I feel like I was flying?

That’s because you are, little one.

I squeezed my eyes tightly shut at the annoying voice that decided to show up at the worst times.

I’m possessed by a demon, I thought.

The bed beneath me started to rumble like one of those cheap hotel beds that vibrated. I wasn’t aware that they were even being made anymore, let alone used. And why would I be in a sleazy motel in the first place?

I’ve heard worse. Demon is better than a rodent, my tormentor agreed.

Moaning, I went to sit up just as the bed tilted to the side, and I went down.

The bottom dropped out of my stomach as I started to plummet in a free fall.

Opening my eyes, I was surprised to see that not a damn thing surrounded me.

I was falling to the ground, and I was going to die. I’d be impaled on a large spike at the top of a skyscraper, and I’d be the talk of the entire city.

“You’re morbid,” a man’s deep voice growled as I was caught before I’d even made it a few feet.

I blinked, gasping for breath, as I looked up at the man that once again was holding me. This time with a much firmer grip.

Then I looked down, finally realizing that my bed wasn’t even a bed, but a massive body of scales, muscles, and sinews.

“What…what…what…,” I stuttered, unable to finish my sentence.

My thoughts, however, were racing.

There was wind blowing my hair all around me, and the pounding of my head had me wanting to scream. Then there was the dragon underneath the man’s body.

“Dragon,” the man, Keifer, said instantly. “My dragon.”

“Your…your…your…,” I stuttered.

“Yes. Mine. And I guess half yours now, too,” he answered my question without me finishing it.

“My…my…mine…,” I really was like a broken record.

“Yes. Yours,” he agreed, not waiting for my thoughts to be put to words.

“I’ve gone mad, haven’t I? Or maybe I’m dead—was I killed?” I asked suddenly.

He shook his head, and I let my eyes drift out to the massive red wings pumping effortlessly through the still air.

Then I looked over the dragon’s head to what was in front of us, gasping as I saw the city.

I’d never even been on a plane, but here I was gliding over the city of Dallas on a goddamn dragon.

“You’re not dead. Not even close. Quite the opposite, really,” Keifer explained, hands moving down my shoulders to cup my elbows.

Then he sat me up until I was straddling the massive beast, just as he was doing, holding onto the dragon’s scaled horn that was directly in front of my splayed thighs.

“Convenient hand grip,” I muttered to myself.

“It’s filed down so I can ride on him without having a horn up my ass,” Keifer explained readily.

A little bit scandalized to think about the man at my back having anything up his ass, I changed the subject. “Is my hair gone?”

The man’s hands took a handful of it and wrapped it around my shoulders to show me that I did, in fact, still have hair.

“Thank God,” I breathed a sigh of relief. Then got a good look at my hair. “I need a haircut.”


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