Free Water Dragon (The Bride Hunt Book 2) by Charlene Hartnady Page B

able to get to know him if you move in with him, perhaps you will be pleasantly surprised.”
    No way. Candy shook her head. “Does he have a separate room in his… chamber?”
    Sky shook her head. “The layout is similar to this.”
    “Only one bed?” Candy already knew the answer.
    “Yes, of course. Torrent is your mate…”
    “I’m afraid that I have to decline. Please thank him for his kind offer.”
    Sky’s eyes widened, making them look huge in her head. It was almost comical. “But…”
    “No buts, I’ve made up my mind.”
    After a few moments of deliberation, Sky nodded her head. She pushed out a deep breath. “I’d better go and inform the king.” She began to walk towards the door. “He won’t be happy.”

Chapter 8
    U nderstatement of the century .
    Not happy. Hah! More like completely pissed.
    There was a hard, bone jarring knock at the door. One single bang. After about three seconds the key turned in the lock and the door was flung open. The hinges were practically torn out and the wood creaked with the force of the impact as it crashed into the wall.
    The door was bigger than a regular one, yet Torrent took up the entire space with his huge body. His whole stance reminded her of a bull about to charge. He even huffed out a breath, making his nostrils flare. His eyes were an even more vivid blue. They were narrowed in on her. His mouth was set, his jaw tense.
    Her first reaction, on instinct, was to run, to hide, to get away. Candy had to force herself to stand her ground. She would stand up to him. She still had rights.
    The big man advanced, taking enormous strides. His movements were fluid, graceful even considering his enormous bulk. His intense gaze bore into her and for the second time since meeting him she felt like he was the hunter and she the prey.
    It became even more difficult to keep her feet rooted to the spot. Candy held up a hand. “Wait. You can’t just…”
    Torrent ignored her and closed the small remaining distance between them. He picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder like she was a sack of goods. She made a noise that spoke of shock. He was essentially manhandling her so she was well within her rights. “Put me down.” Her voice sounded relatively calm. Way to go, Candy . “Now.” A little more panicked.
    Torrent had turned and was walking towards the door.
    “Put me down.” All out panicked. She dangled halfway down his back. His ass was even more sculpted up close. His glutes shifted and clenched with each long stride. She wasn’t just checking him out, was she? What was wrong with her? “Put me down.” She shouted and began to beat her fists on his lower back and on his ass. Damn him and his ass and his pecs and abs and… just damn him.
    “Stop that.” A low growl that vibrated against her thighs, which were on his chest.
    “Screw you!” she yelled.
    “Stop! Or I will be forced to punish you.” He slapped her ass, hard. It stung. The patch immediately warmed up. She’d have a red hand mark for sure.
    Candy made a yelping noise.
    Torrent rubbed on the spot, almost tenderly. It made her squirm. It made her… uncomfortable. It felt good. What was wrong with her? Tears stung her eyes but she wasn’t about to cry.
    He pushed open a door. It was at least twice the size of the one he’d almost broken. He slammed it shut, not as hard as before. It wasn’t easy being upside down but she tried to take in the space. Her head felt swollen from all her blood rushing to it.
    The chamber was huge. It had a similar design and layout, only there was more of everything. More couches, a bigger kitchen, a huge tub and a huge… bed. There were feminine touches, yet it came together as masculine.
    The bed was humungous, probably one and a half times a regular king size bed. It was a four poster bed carved from a dark wood. The sheets were black and looked like they might be silk. The room was designed in dark, masculine colors. Blues, greys and black