Free Their Runaway Mate by Lori Whyte

wildness in his face that she found oddly reassuring. Just a few seconds ago, she'd stared into those eyes as he watched her climax under Dillon's mouth.
    "Never," he said.
    She nodded and he let go so she could continue to dress. She yanked on her shirt without bothering about a bra first. Then she jerked on her pants.
    Dillon growled by the window.
    "Who is here?" Kylan asked.
    "Councillor Xander and his sidekick Kolz."
    Kylan straightened and seemed to grow before her eyes into the chief that Dillon called him. This man, who'd been so tender to her a moment ago, looked like a warrior leader, who would let no one stand in the way of what he wanted.
    Still, he didn't scare her.
    The whoosh of dragon wings resounded through the air. The sound was just like the dragon attack in her nightmare. She trembled and Kylan pulled her against his side.
    "Should I hide?"
    "They will already know you are here."
    Stupid dragon senses. Jasmine swallowed and nodded. "Okay then, what do we do?"
    "Dillon and I will handle this," he said as he squeezed her hip where his hand rested. "Don't worry."
    Oh, but she did worry. And she wasn't about to stand back while her fate was decided. If, indeed, that was what was about to happen.
    Dillon opened the door before the newcomers had a chance to knock. They entered without a word. Both men were well-built and tall, like Kylan and Dillon. But where her dragons had wide shoulders and muscles popping out all over the place, these new dragons were leaner. Dillon nodded toward one of the men, but not the other, so Jasmine quickly surmised which one was the sidekick . They both wore jeans and pressed, button-down shirts with the top buttons undone, but despite the casual ensemble, they didn't look like average men. Nope, these two could be mistaken for fashion models. Powerful, authoritative fashion models.
    "Not a formal visit?" Kylan asked as he eyed the councillor.
    Xander smiled slightly. "I could summon my ceremonial gowns, if you prefer."
    "I would prefer to know what has brought you here."
    When Kolz eyed Jasmine—boldly looking her up and down—Kylan tightened his grip on her and snarled at the other man. The deep rumble of his growl was menacing and protective. The other man wasn't bothered by Kylan's display; he simply grinned and winked at Jasmine.
    "Ah, and here is the mysterious Ms. Gordon." Xander extended his hand to her. The others appeared surprised at the gesture.
    Jasmine considered ignoring him, but if her fate was in this man's hands it didn't make much sense to dismiss him so quickly. She leaned against Kylan, to let him know that she was okay. When she placed her hand in Xander's, she expected him to shake hers, but he didn't. He raised and turned her hand, then he skimmed his lips over the inside of her wrist. Jasmine jerked her hand back, but Xander didn't release her. Instead, he inhaled deeply.
    "Let her go." Dillon's voice dripped of malice. Kolz turned to him and grabbed him by the throat.
    "The councillor can do as he wants here," Kolz warned. "You and your chief are the ones doing questionable activities."
    Jasmine yanked harder, and this time he allowed her hand to slip out of his. She rubbed the spot where the councillor had placed his mouth. Xander licked his lips, as if savoring her taste. She shuddered.
    "You have not mated yet." It wasn't a question, but there was a hint of surprise in Xander's voice.
    Kylan pulled Jasmine behind him. "What happened in the final negotiations with the humans? It sounds like the agreement has turned into a shit-show. Jasmine did not volunteer of her own free will. They sacrificed her."
    Xander's eyes hardened for a moment, then he studied Jasmine. She was peeking out from behind Kylan's massive body.
    "Is this true?"
    "Yes."
    Xander turned to Kolz and nodded. Jasmine wasn't sure what that meant, but Kolz left without another word. As soon as he disappeared out the front door, Jasmine heard the thumping of giant wings. When the sound