Conjuring Dragons by Chante Francis (surface ebook reader TXT) 📕

He catches me staring, "Makes me look manly doesn't it? Like a warrior." He says, and my vision snaps up to his face where I see him smirking, "I can’t blame you for staring though, females are always checking me out. Guess they can’t get enough of my damn good looks. You’d have to be blind or mated not to notice how sexy I am."

"Oh yes. It's quite the turn on, makes me want to just jump you right here right now." He starts laughing at my nonchalant response, while I look through the crook of his arm at the guys standing there.

"Those are my companions." He says gathering his stuff to pack into his bag.

“Companions?” I question the use of that word by a high school student. He just shrugs one shoulder and tries to wave me in the direction of the door.

Curiosity took over with an intensity, but I couldn't see around his big frame. Thinking quickly I started jumping up and down to wave. "Hi. Boy. Z." I said between jumps, finishing with a Z instead of an S just to have an excuse to look at them again.

They smile at me and after one more jump, I saw them wave. A huge smile spreads across my face to know they won’t scorn me for being strange. That’s how I took their smiles anyways. Phaedron wraps his arms around my waist and pushes me out of the room.

"I don't like walking backwards Phae." I say in a reprimanding tone.

"Fae? As in... Faerie?" I hear his “Companions” start snickering.

"Yup," I say with a smirk. Not sure they understood me considering I was crushed to Phaedron's chest, and what a nice chest it was.

"No. Phae as in Phaedron."

"Phaedron the Faerie princess." I hear one of them say before they all break into laughter. "I can just see him flying around with his little pink tiara and matching dress." I hear someone croak out as their laughter increases.

"Now look what you've done." Phae says while maneuvering me around so I can see the guys falling over laughing. "You've turned my pack into a bunch of hyenas!"

I laugh and wait for them to finish, "So you guys are Shifters?" They nod "Werewolves?" again they nod before looking at me as though their waiting for me to end all contact with them. "Cool! That explains the sniffing... Will you shift or morph or turn or whatever the hell it is that you do and let me ride you?" I ask excitedly, not realizing what I’ve said until he and his friends are smirking at me.

“If it’s a ride you want baby girl, I believe I’m the better choice.” One of his guys says.

 I smack Phaedron’s arm as I say to all of them, “that is not what I meant.”

They laugh again before Phae answers, "Not right now. We have to get you to the Hocus Pocus wing."

"Wow. That's original..."

"That's not its actual name." Phae starts but one of the other guys, who proceeds to come to my other side finishes, "It’s just what we refer to it as."

"Oh." I say as Phae takes my hand and the other guy wraps his arms around my shoulders. "Names please."

The guy with his arm around me says, "Bastien."

“You guys sure are,” Struggling for the term on the tip of my tongue, “what’s the word I’m looking for?”

“Hot?”

“Physical.” I finally decide.

“You don’t know the half of it sweetheart. Don’t worry though, you’ll get the chance to find out.”

Ignoring the comment, I tilt my head backwards, and watch as the other guys tell me their names. Someone tickles my throat, and my head snaps forward, "Let’s go! Let’s go!" I sing while skipping to match their long strides. "So are your next classes near mine?"

"No... The Shifter building is in the opposite direction." Phae says and I come to a complete stop. Just as they turn to give me questioning looks, the most delicious of scents hits me. Without thinking, I run off in its direction and stop outside a small little shop like area. My eyes widen as I look around at all the mouthwatering morsels.

"I think I'm in heaven." I say in complete awe.

"Hm, so food is the quickest way to your heart? I have to remember that." Phae says from behind me while Bastien laughs. I turn around and stick my tongue out at them, noticing Jason walk past.

"Why don't you guys go to class? I don't want you to be late, besides I know someone who can take me where I need to be." I say as I pull them out the shop. I push them in the opposite direction of the way we were going and turn around after they start walking down the hall. Before they were out of sight though, Bastien looked back and yelled, “We prefer Lycans by the way. Only Hollywood and teen fan girls call us werewolves.” As I expected, Jason had stopped and stood a little bit of a distance away glaring past me. Octavia clinging to his arm like the annoying leech she was. She shot me a triumphant smile and I couldn't help but smirk at her. She was about to find out exactly who she was messing with, I just hope her minions had some tissues for her.

I walked towards them, watching her practically sharpening her claws, ready to pounce on me. What she didn’t understand was that she didn’t have my attention, she wasn’t the reason why I was approaching them. She opened her mouth to say something snide to me, but I silenced her by grabbing Jason's other arm.

"Will you buy me something from in there?" I say pointing to the in school bakery, Little Slice of Heaven, "I forgot to grab some cash before leaving the house this morning. I figure since it’s your fault that means you owe me."

He looked a little taken back as he remembered this morning, to my pleasure he shook Octavia off and walked into the store. "What would you like?" He asked simply.

“Jason, you cannot be serious.” One of the tagalongs says.

“What’s she talking about babe? This morning? I thought you had practice?” Octavia sputters shocked.

“I did have practice this morning.”

“It was before that.” I add pretending to be helpful, “You didn’t hear me say good morning when you called?”

“Jason?” she says paling.

“I’ll talk to you later,” he says looking away from her watering eyes, “I don’t want you to be late to class.” He turns fully into the store and I almost start to feel bad for the girl. Almost.

It was my turn to give Octavia a smug smile, and when that was finished I skipped into the store to pick something. I spun around in a slow circle next to Jason checking everything out, including my fiancé, but I couldn’t decide. That is, until I looked towards the bakery display under the cash register and saw the most savory of pastries.

"See something you want?" Jason asked, following my line of sight. I couldn't speak for fear that my saliva would brim over and I would drool on myself, so I simply nodded. He smiled slightly and walked up to the cashier.

"Can I please have an Apple turnover and a cherry Danish?" He asked her sweetly, for a few minutes the woman just stood there admiring him, with a goofy expression on her face. I felt bad for her solely because I had been in her situation before. The man is rather attractive.

Thank you.

Stop that! Get out of my head!

He cleared his throat and she snapped out of it. She blushed a deep red and looked down before mumbling sorry and turning around. I watched her grab two pieces of wax paper to get our orders and directed her to the exact one I wanted. He handed the apple turnover to me; I shut my eyes and just basked in the moment before he ruined it, "You want something else?"

"Espresso Macchiato!" I yelled excitedly as my eyes shot open. The people who hadn’t been watching us when we walked in now turned to stare at us. "Please."

Jason shook his head at me, his smile never wavering. The cashier who was looking between us quizzically blushed again as he looked her over. "An espresso macchiato and a cup of coffee. Black, no sugar."

She nodded and quickly finished our orders in a daze. She was probably fantasizing about waking up next to Jason after a long night of passion. I should know because she had on the same face I did when I was getting in the shower this morning.

Jason paid and we walked out of the store, everyone following us with their eyes. "It's even more delicious than I thought it would be." I say dreamily as I eat my turnover.

He laughs at me and motions me to follow him into the school courtyard where we see an art class starting to gather. I frown and say, "We'll be late."

"We get a few minutes between classes, besides your new so I can just say I was showing you around a bit, or helping you with your locker." I nod and we finish our pastries in silence. I take a sip of my Macchiato and it burns my tongue, but I don't spit it out. It's too good to spit out. So I just sit there doing a little dance as I quickly swallow it and try to cool my tongue. Again Jason laughs at me and tells me to blow it first. I know that now! Of course it would be blazing hot, sometimes I just don’t think.

“I stepped over here so we could have a chance to talk without everyone in the hallway staring or listening in.”

“Oh? About?”

“Octavia.”

“Let’s not, ok? Take me to class please.”

“I’m going to fix things between us so that what happened just now doesn’t happen again. I don’t want to hurt her, but I also don’t want to give up a chance with you. You’re supposedly made for me.”

“Jason.” I warn, unable to look up from my cup. Some things you just shouldn’t have to deal with at school, or at all.

"Come on. Let’s go." He says helping me up and leading me back into the hallways, which are basically empty. I took that to mean the bell was about to ring. Not even 5 seconds later it rang.

"See? Now we're late." I say to him in mock anger, he smiles and picks up the pace. He uses his heightened speed and soon I don’t see him at all. Damn Dragon! I yell in my mind, knowing he’s listening in and can hear me. Jason!

Yes love?

I don't know where I'm going.

I stop moving and frown down the hall. My good mood turns sour for a moment as I look around confused.

"The longer you stand there. The later we'll be." Jason says in front of me, sipping his coffee peacefully. I hope it burns your tongue. He gives me a cheeky smile when he hears my thought. I sigh as he turns around and starts walking again. This time I take his hand tightly in mine so he can’t pull his stunts again.

"I knew you'd give in to my charms sooner or later." He entwines our fingers and holds on to my hand.

"I just don’t want to get lost."

“Sure,” He drags it out like he doesn’t believe me.

“Jason, why do you have classes here, and not the shifter building?”

“My afternoon classes are in the shifter building. Some species of magical beings have to be separated to avoid hostile disputes in the school.”

“Why do you have classes in this building though?”

He frowns down at me before answering, “My dad is in large measure dragon and part