Her Deviant Dragon

The man I've been having nightly dreams about isn't exactly the man of my dreams. Okay, so maybe he's dangerously handsome in a dark, intense way. And given that I'm hardly the beauty to his beast, I guess I shouldn't be judging.

I mean that literally, by the way. The beast part. At least I think dragons are considered beasts. Seeing as how I never knew dragons actually existed, let alone shifted into human form, I'm definitely not an expert. Even despite been psychically connected to him for months now.

The only thing I really know about him is that his wealth gives a whole new meaning to old money. He's amassed an unimaginable fortune over the course of a millennium, all while searching for the one unattainable thing he wants most of all—a mate.

It's hard enough for me to wrap my brain around a mortal as a dragon's mate. And it's even crazier still to think the hot new all-the-rage one-stop-shop online for bedroom fun times is run by said gruff and stoic dragon.

But the idea of me—the plump, quiet girl with the messed-up past, minimal control of her psychic visions, and zero foreseeable future for her music—being what the determined dragon has been looking for all this time? Seriously?

I'm going to need some major convincing.

...And he's more than up for that challenge.

Previously published as Curve Dreams (c) 2015 with edits and minor revisions throughout.