Trophy of the Dragon

Trophy of the Dragon

I never ordered a dragon.
But that’s what the alien dating agency sent me. He’s the grumpiest, most possessive dragon shifter you could imagine.
He’s also huge, bright red and a major fire hazard. Not at all the sweet, caring male I specified.
Even now, he’s sauntering away from a truck he set on fire, smirking and without a care in the world while black smoke is pouring skyward, traffic is screeching to a halt and sirens are blaring in the distance.
I should be outraged. And yet I keep catching myself staring at Broxag as if mesmerized, all hot and bothered from the scandalous images filling my head. The huge bulge in his pants is not helping.
No, this can’t continue. I’Il send him away right now.
I do not need his chaos in my life.

This story is part of the Cosmic Kissed shared world, where a pandemic has killed almost all the men on Earth and dating agencies are bringing alien males