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A/N This is a small sneak peek of Burnt Marshmallow. Enjoy xx
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He was dark and regal.

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Black eyes shined, glinted with mischief. He was here to cause trouble and everyone knew it.

Dripping in 'bad boy' aesthetic. He wore a black leather jacket, his dark hair tousled and he smelled of burnt sugar cologne.

Everyone craved his attention yet he only had eyes for one.

There she was.
Red hair flowing as her hips swayed to the blaring music on the dance floor.
She wasn't alone.
A rugby jock behind her, his buff arm draped around her waist. Alton's long talons grew sharp, inching to rip the guy's arm off. Yearning to feel the guy's warm blood dripping-

"Alton, I'm off to find Rose." Zara spoke bringing him out of his murderous thoughts. He had forgotten Zara's presence. Shaking the ill intent from his mind, he had to fight harder to keep his dragon under control. A very possessive dragon at that. Zara disappearing through the crowded room of hormonal teenagers.

Alton stalked closer to his pretty prey. She wasn't just pretty, she was enticing. The dragon within grumbled low in his chest. He could smell her scent in the air, honey flower mixed with the pungent smell of alcohol. From her stumbling dancing, Alton knew she had reached her limit on her favoured pretty pink cocktails.

His talons curled around the jocks shoulder, harshly digging into the skin, dragging the jock away from her. The jock attempted to protest about being pulled away from his nightly score, but a daunting glare from Alton's dragon caused the guy to back away quickly.

Poppy felt a gush of cold wind behind her, only to be replaced by heat. A heavy weight twined around her waist. Looking down she saw sharp claws curling around her. A hot breath across her neck. His distinct smell of burnt marshmallows.

Biting her lower lip as Alton settled in behind her. Her cheeks heated with the movement of him gliding across her back.The entwined couple swayed to the beat of the music.

"I thought you weren't coming tonight?" Poppy questioned him. Although she spoke breathlessly, she knew the Dragon's hearing was on point.

Tightening his hold, he moved his lip to her ear so she could hear him. Dismissing her question with his own. "Did you have plans with that rugby jock?" He nipped playfully on her earlobe as punishment for dancing with another.

Poppy let out a gasp. "No, I -I thought you d-didn't want me. You gave me the impression you weren't in-interested." Alton placed light nips and little licks along her neck causing her voice to stutter.

Retracting his sharp talons, his fingertips travelled around her body, feeling her up. Her legs became shaky from desire. Moving her hands, she placed them around his neck. Fingers threaded through his dark curls making there way up towards his smooth pointed horns. Her fingers wrapped around them tightly like handle bars. She held on tight as they danced.

Alton's dragon was taking over as the passion burned between them. His greedy, frenzied hands caressed and groped her as small fairy moans escaped her lips. Grinding on the dance floor as he ravished her.

"Does this give you the impression I want you?" his husky voice whispered her ear.
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