Blazed by Amber Kallyn

eyes lighting with relief.
    Her lips trembled and her eyes shone with unshed tears as she said, “I know I’m hormonal. But please tell me I can eat that jerk Donovan. He won’t shut up, just keeps yapping and demanding and complaining.”
    Bree grinned. Being annoying was one thing, but the singer probably didn’t want to piss off a pregnant dragon.
    Calla gripped Ty in a tight hug, then turned and grabbed Bree. Shocked, Bree did nothing but enjoy the sensation.
    Finally letting go, Calla patted Kari. “Poor thing. Let’s get that off your neck.”
    Kari mewled and docilely followed Calla toward the house. Bree started after them but Ty took her arm and headed to the barn.
    The place was warm, smelling of sweet hay. He closed and barred the door, then advanced on Bree with a predatory look in his eyes.
    “What?” she squeaked.
    “Would you like to know what I felt when I found you gone?”
    Her heart thumped loudly. “Not really.”
    “Too bad. I was panicked, almost crazed with fear. I even attacked my brother-in-law.”
    Her eyes widened as he drew even closer, anger stiffening his body. “You fought Scott?”
    “Punched him in the nose after playing one of your tricks and pinning his neck to the wall.”
    “I’m surprised Calla didn’t eat you.”
    Ty reached her and there was nowhere else to go, with her back to the wall.
    “She almost did.”
    “I’m sorry for worrying you.”
    “Didn’t you hear what I just said, woman? Worry doesn’t cover a bit of it.” He slammed his palms on the wall, arms on either side of her head. “I’ve never been so scared in my life,” he whispered.
    His eyes softened a split-second before his mouth bruisingly slammed against hers.
    The heat inside Bree blazed to life, and she matched him, fear for fear, anger for anger. Fire for fire. His hands roughly roamed her body, tugging at her clothes. Bree jerked his shirt off, then unsnapped his jeans and pushed them down his hips.
    His cock sprang free, large and swollen. Ty made short work of her clothes. Soon, they were naked, their skin rubbing and touching as he pinned her between the wall and his hard body.
    Bree could barely breathe from the emotions swamping her. She was already wet and ready for him, the lust pushing her to meet his rough demands. A slightly hysterical giggle worked its way up her throat at the pressure bursting around her heart.
    Ty stepped back, eyes blazing. “You find this funny?”
    Bree smiled, running her hand down his scruffy cheek. Then, she grabbed his arm and swept her feet behind his legs. Unbalanced, Ty fell back onto a bed of hay.
    Bree straddled him, running her hands up his muscled abs and chest. “Do you know how rare and wonderful it is to have someone worried about me?” she asked.
    Ty grunted, but his eyes lightened, the anger fading. Bree nibbled along his chest. Reaching for her, Ty grasped her sides, his thumbs caressing the edges of her breasts. “Do you know how unusual it is for me to lose control?”
    “No,” Bree said, licking up his neck. Whispering against his lips, she added, “I think I like your loss of control right now.”
    “You think?” he asked, his lips twitching.
    She didn’t answer, just nibbled his lower lip before kissing him with all the need inside her. His arms wrapped around her, making her feel safe. As if, maybe, for the first time in her life she’d found a place she belonged.
    Crushing her to his chest, Ty flipped them over. The hay poked at her, but Bree barely noticed as he ran his hands over her breasts, stopping to flick her pebbled nipples.
    “Well, guess we’ll just have to work on figuring it out for sure.” He leaned down and sucked one nipple deep into his mouth, his tongue hard and playful over the sensitive skin. Bree clutched at his shoulders, the muscles bunching beneath her touch.
    Back arching, she gave herself over to the pleasure this man made her feel.
    Ty wanted to hold on to his anger. Instead, he ran his hands