Ten days they’d been here, and although he and Kimber were having a good time, his nerves were strung tight as a damn drum. Suzette had been out twice with work that had to be attended to and he’d had several conference calls and online meetings. Other than that, he and Kimber spent a lot of time together and the first time she’d transformed for him . . . well, that had been the most amazing sight and the one that kept coming back to him time and again.

They’d just been for a swim, the moonlight shining brightly in a cloudless sky, and the water was cool but not cold . . . perfect in fact. As they’d walked back along the jetty, Kimber had spun around, walking backward with a glint in her eyes, prancing around with her perky breasts bouncing up and down so deliciously that he’d made to snatch her up in his arms but she’d swatted his hands away and looked seriously up at him.

“I think I’m ready.”

“I know I am,” he’d joked back, his cock already twitching to life between his thighs.

“No, Victor, not that . . . I mean I want to show you my Dragon. Is it really safe for me to do that?”

He’d looked at her with a mixture of pure love, awe and excitement as he’d nodded. “Yes, it’s safe. If you want to but don’t feel you have to. Only do it if you really want to.”

He’d uttered the words but that’s not what he’d wanted to say. What he’d really wanted to shout was, “Yes! Do it now! I’m desperate to see your Dragon.”

But he’d held himself in check and waited with bated breath as Kimber looked around, pointing toward the nearby trees. “Over there, please. I’d rather we were completely alone with no chance of anyone else seeing. I want it to be special . . . just between us.”

He’d rushed toward her, taking her hand and they’d ran off into the forest, finding a clearing not far from the house. One where they’d had a couple of picnics . . . and steamy outdoor sex. “Will this do?” he asked and she nodded, her face flushing as she obviously remembered their escapades from their encounter on their previous visit.

Releasing her hand, he stepped back, giving her plenty of room to which she giggled, “Remember what I told you? I’m not large in my Dragon form. I’m around the size of a Werewolf so you don’t need to go that far.”

So he’d come closer, his eyes glued to her and the cool breeze from the night air not registering as his attention was completely focused on his Bloodmate. She shook her body, arms and legs, and seemed to focus before locking her eyes with his. “Ready?”

“Yes,” he breathed out, anticipation filling his entire being as he used every one of his enhanced senses to lock this moment within his memory.

The scents, sounds, and sights of the area and Kimber as his eyes roved over everywhere, everything, and her. The leaves fluttering on the branches, the grass swaying on the ground as the petals on the wildflowers moved with the draft of wind flowing around them. Their scent assaulting his nostrils and embedding in his memory to lock inside him forever. Then he focused on his love, her long hair, still damp from their swim, sticking to her skin which started to quiver before his eyes. At first it appeared to be a trick of the moonlight, a shadow playing across her softness, but then it grew in intensity, and flashes of what looked like little sparks of firecrackers rushed over her, sparkling and flickering.

His eyes tried to follow them but they grew in intensity, glinting and glistening until her body glimmered brighter and in a spark of intense brightness Kimber’s body seemed to implode in on itself. It was the most terrifying sight to watch . . . it was as if he was losing her and his heart almost beat out of his chest as he fought to reach out and grab her before he lost her in an explosion of light. In fact, his hand did move, but his feet did not, thank goodness. His eyes blinking at the incredible brightness and when he looked again . . . there was her beast.

Magnificent didn’t come close. Her Dragon was incredibly beautiful with green iridescent scales covering most of its body that was indeed the size of a largish Werewolf. A long, deadly looking tail snaking out behind it with barbs and a hooked end that he definitely didn’t want to be on the receiving end of. Her snout was long, angled at the end with sharp fangs that protruded and, again, looked ferocious and could do some serious harm. But it was her eyes that was all Kimber, expressive and emerald, just as they were in her human form.

“You’re beautiful . . . and deadly at the same time, darling.” He walked nearer, careful of the barbs that seemed to be everywhere on her. “I can’t believe how magnificent you look. I’m honored that you showed me your Dragon, Kimber. I can’t put into words how much this means to me.”

She let out a noise, somewhere between a huff and a growl, but her eyes told him she was happy. Her tail swished around, decimating a young tree, destroying it as her tail cut it in half with one strike. Kimber turned around, making a strange noise and destroying another tree in the process. He’d had to jump over her tail or he would’ve been injured as it swung around toward him.

“Hey, stand still or that tail’s gonna damage something more than a tree, baby,” he’d joked.

She stopped, huffing out another gruff noise before there was more of the same flashes and before he knew it, Kimber stood once again before him. She looked around, hands on her hips and sighing. “Shoot, sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

“It’s all right. Accidents happen.”

“Maybe we should do it in a wider space next time,” she joked as he took her into his arms.

“That’s probably a good idea.” He pushed his hips towards her. “You almost caught me . . . here.”

“Now that would never do,” she quipped sassily. “And as we’re here and it’s quiet and . . .”

“You read my mind.”

And they’d had another erotic encounter in the glade.

That had been the first time, but not the last that he’d seen her Dragon. But now that they’d been here for ten days he was getting antsy. Even with Clarence Collins and Jana here and their information telling them that this person was still hunting for Kimber but nobody could give them a damn name. Or any further information. So they had no name or any idea when they were going to be under attack and it was beginning to get to him . . . big time.

He much preferred to be the one on the attack, or at the very least know when to expect a damn attack. Sitting around not knowing anything was driving him insane and the men were getting sloppy too. He’d already caught several slacking and that was down to boredom and they were beginning to think there was, in fact, no threat. If the damn Directive couldn’t procure any information on this person then maybe, just maybe, this person didn’t exist . . . or that’s what they were beginning to think. And that kind of mindset could get them killed and Kimber taken from right under their noses.

He’d spoken to Flint and they were having a meeting with them later where they were going to be told, in no uncertain terms, that the threat was real and downright fucking deadly. Any old-lady gossiping to the contrary would result in their immediate dismissal and if they weren’t up to the job they could walk, now. Simple, end of, and if any of them were caught slacking again they were out on their ear with abso-fucking-lutely no more second chances.

Victor knew Flint had already disciplined the ones he’d caught and made an example of them to ensure it didn’t happen again. It wasn’t like the men. It was strange that it had happened at all and out of character for the ones involved. Must be boredom. It was the only thing he could think of. Anyway, he was sure it wouldn’t happen again.

For now, he would leave it in Flint’s hands and hope that they were soon back home with all this shit behind him. He’d received a special delivery earlier and he was planning on presenting it to Kimber shortly, and he couldn’t believe just how damn nervous he was. He was Victor Strong, the richest man in the world, and one of the most powerful businessmen in the world, and he was as nervous as a teenager going on a first date.

Maybe he’d go have a stiff drink or two first.