2 | A Dragon on Steroids

                                    

                                          
If I knew they were my mates, they knew I was their's. It was why they were so persistent with me, the fear I smelled earlier.
I couldn't abandon them, but I also couldn't accept them. I didn't know which was more cruel.
They didn't know what they were getting themselves into by sticking with me. They would be hunted, tortured beyond horrors of nightmares. All of the pain they'd be put through would be in my name, because of what and who I was.
"So is that a yes?" Green eye pleaded with me to accept.
Say no. 
"Sure," I sighed. "What are your names?" I would be a good girl for as long as I could last.
"Alistar." The fae stepped up to me, offering a hand.
I took his hand in mine, expecting him to shake my hand. He brought my knuckles to his lips. They were soft and warm against my skin.
The incubus nudged Alistar out of the way, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "I'm Valentino. And you are?"
"Token." I shrugged him off me. I didn't like to be touched by strangers if I could help it. "Where are we going?"
"Usually we'd be heading home after a job and meeting up with the rest of our team, but we told them to meet us here instead." He smiled at me.
I looked up at Alistar. "He likes to think he's in charge, huh? I bet you're actually the boss."
Alistar laughed. "It's because he's the baby of the group."
Valentino reached behind me to smack Alistar. "Shut up, man."
Alistar brushed Valentino's hand aside with no effort.
I winked at Alistar and a genuine smile formed on his face. Cute. "So we're meeting up with your friends and . . ." I toyed with a loose string on my shirt.
Valentino looked past my head to Alistar, which wasn't difficult. My head skimmed the bottom of his chin.
Fuck my height. I'd kick their kneecaps from under them if need be.
"We'll go wherever you want to." Alistar spoke up.
"So how many more of you are there?" If there was a dozen of them, I was going to say fuck it and leave. There was only so much socialization I could handle without exploding.
"Two more, but one's a little bitch." Valentino chuckled to himself.
The smell burning wood brushed against my nose, a cinnamon aroma intermingled with it.
Shit. I wasn't going to make the same mistake twice and ignore it.
I continued to look around until I spotted the tallest person in the room. His rugged auburn hair and tan skin rose above the rest of the crowd. Golden eyes meet mine from across the lobby. He carried himself with strength that'd take centuries to obtain.
Now that was a dragon on a fuck ton of steroids.
Next to him was cinnamon boy, who stood only a few inches shorter than the dragon. His hair draped down his shoulders in dark dreadlocks. Light gray eyes popped brightly in contrast to his ebony skin.
At first I couldn't place what he was, until I smelled his fear. If not for that, I would've never guessed he was a ghoul. His terror gave me a headache.
I bet he's the little bitch Valentino mentioned.
The towering masses of muscle met us half way in the lobby. Crap, they were taller than the two beside me. I needed to buy heels next time I went shopping or cut off their legs. Cutting off their legs sounded easier than walking in heels.