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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“And where are you going?” Nikolai asked.

I smiled.

It wasn’t a pretty smile, either.

It was one filled with promises of death and dismemberment.

“Declan and I are going to go have a chat with Father Joseph,” I smiled.

Declan shivered and watched closely as the others did my bidding.

Story got up into the air without any effort, flying away and disappearing before all our eyes.

Nikolai mounted Perdita’s back and flew out, leaving four men at my back, and Declan at my front.

“Alright, boys,” I called, turning to the men left.

All of them were dragon riders.

I didn’t bring anyone in to work for me that I didn’t trust implicitly.

They worked with me day in and day out, hand in hand with me and my family.

Ford, Alaric, Jean Luc, and Dorian were four of my best men, and I knew they’d take care of the shop for me while I was gone.

None of our properties were ever left unprotected.

Had something happened to the sanctuary, the shop would be the next best thing as a temporary headquarters for the dragons, due to its extensive warding and spells.

Not that they made a fucking difference today, seeing as Story was shot right outside the fucking ward.

“Take care of the place. Get the work done that needs to be done. I’ll be back later,” I told them, then I mounted Declan’s back, and we rode to Father Joseph’s house of worship.

***

“So, who was that man earlier? How’d you meet him?” Brooklyn asked as we rode down the elevator later that day.

I grimaced.

Brooklyn and I had been best friends for a really long time, so it was odd for me not to tell her something as important as this.

But how did you tell your best friend that you’re mated to a dragon rider? And that I could now set my vagina on fire to wax my hair?

“I met him when he came over to get his brother out of Macy’s apartment. He’s the one that makes her scream so loud,” I informed her.

“The brother, or the man you slept with?” Brooklyn asked in confusion.

I looked at her in outrage.

“The brother! Keifer’s mine!” I exclaimed in affront.

Brooklyn laughed.

“So you what…saw him and asked him to come jump in your pants?” She asked with a leer.

I narrowed my eyes at her.

“No. Yes. Well, maybe. I’ve only known him a few days,” I finally settled on.

That was okay, wasn’t it?

Then she wouldn’t think I was keeping anything from her because I hadn’t known him long enough, right?

Wrong.

She knew me.

When you start nursing school, you form a bond with your classmates.

A bond that lets the other know which role you’ll take.

Kind of like you spread the ass cheeks while I do the wiping kind of bond.

It was forged out of necessity, and we knew each other better than we knew ourselves.

Which was why she didn’t buy the whole, ‘I’ve only known him for a while’ spiel.

“Blythe,” she sighed tiredly. “If you’re not ready to talk about it yet, then just say that. Don’t lie to me, though.”

The elevator doors opened, and I settled on a little bit of truth.

“He’s a part of The Dragon’s Warriors MC,” I told her hastily as she walked quickly out of the elevator to allow a man in a wheelchair to come in.

I followed behind her as I told her that, and she whirled around.

“Do you know who they are?” she asked suddenly.

My brows furrowed.

“Yeah, why?” I asked.

I’d actually looked up the MC in my spare time today and was surprised that they actually had a website. They also had a riding schedule, a fundraising page for the community, and volunteer events that they’d be attending.

“They’re…they’re dragon riders. Like real ones!” She whispered frantically.

I blinked.

“Yeah,” I said slowly. “So?”

Her eyes widened. “So? Do you know how bad they are?”

I blinked.

“Bad?” I parroted.

She nodded fiercely. “My uncle Joseph goes on and on about how bad they are. How evil they are, and what they do to the world. They’re bad people and the dragons are bad, too.”

I was shaking my head before she’d even finished.

“They’re not bad people,” I denied, my stomach tightening in realization that my best friend didn’t understand. “They’re actually really good. I promise. I wouldn’t be with Keifer if he were bad.”

She worried her lip.

“I only know what my Uncle Joseph tells me, and I do trust your judgment. But please be careful before you get too far in and can’t get yourself back out again,” she whispered.

She was whispering now, because Keifer was on his bike directly in front of us, watching the two of us converse in low whispers.

He didn’t get up and come over, though, and I was thankful he gave me that.

Brooklyn was a good person, but she’d been raised in an Amish commune, of all places.

She’d been shunned after her Rumspringa when she didn’t return to her family and went to school to become a nurse instead. She hadn’t been back since.


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