She's My Fire

She's My Fire is the second book in the Harmony Moon Series. I Am Not Your Victim is the first. If you want to be familiar with the older characters you may want to read book 1 however, She's My Fire is a standalone book that you can still follow without reading book 1. Thanks for your interest in my books, please enjoy reading!

Prolog

***FLASHBACK: NINETEEN YEARS AGO ***

~ Harper (Willow's Mother) ~

I watched as the dragon elders worked to extract their prince out of the terminal stone. It has been a few months now, but they are finally close. That poor child. He has been stuck in that stone for centuries. The elders couldn't just crack the stone open. They were afraid that it may harm the child.

"Alright everyone, it shouldn't be long now." Said dragon King Layden. Suddenly, a bright blue light shot from the red stone. The colors combined to create a beautiful purple. The color only got brighter as we all anxiously waited for the child to emerge. I pray that nothing bad happens. King Layden has been away from his young son for far too long. He even lost his wife after they were attacked by Iris, the original witch who kidnapped the young prince to use as a soul sacrifice. I hate to even think about that witch. I am just glad she can't hurt anyone else. Gabriel, my mate Killed her over nineteen years ago. "It's happening!" The king said. He was barely able to contain his excitement. The temperature started rising in the large room. It was hard for us Lycans and werewolves to stand the heat. I wanted to stay as long as I could to support the King.

"It's melting!" One of the dragon elders said. We were all focused on the stone. Sure enough the stone was melting. The color purple started to fade to a beautiful blue. The blue continued to get bigger and brighter. Only moments after the stone had completely melted, the bright blue light started taking the shape of a child. If I had to guess, I would say it was nearly 40" tall. I watched in wonder as features started to appear, and before I knew it, I was staring at two big bright blue eyes. I heard gasps and cries all around me. King Layden hit his knees, and into his arms ran a handsome little boy.

"Daddy! I was waiting for you." Tears swelled in my eyes, as I watched the heartwarming reuniting of father and son. King Layden hugged his son tightly as if he was afraid to let him go. I looked to my left and saw an older lady who was not ashamed to let her large tears fall. That was the boy's grandmother. Oh, how I am so honored to be able to witness such a moment as this.

"Oh Son, how I have missed you." King Layden cried as he continued to hold his son tightly. The boy pulled away and looked up to his father.

"Daddy, where's Mother?"

*** END FLASHBACK CURRENT DAY ***

~ Still Harper's POV~

The dragon prince's 23rd birthday party is tomorrow night. I was packing for the trip and memories of his bittersweet homecoming invaded my mind. I tried to hold back the tears. That boy didn't know his mother had gotten mortally wounded by the witch as she tried to stop his abduction. Oh, how he must have cried once he found out he would never see his mother after all those years of imprisonment in the stone. My husband Gabriel walked up behind me and wrapped me up in his tight embrace. He rested his chin on my shoulder.

"You're dealing with her this time." I took a deep breath. I dread dealing with Willow, our daughter. She is 19 years old, and rebellious as they come. She is a lot like me, you can't tell her to do something and expect her to comply 100%. "She already says she's not going." I don't understand why she doesn't want to visit our dragon friends in the Mythical Lands. The prince's party is for young adults only, so Gabe and I won't be attending. We were hoping Willow would attend, though it's going to be hard to get her there. She hasn't seen any of them since she was 8 or 9 years old. I walk down the stairs into the pack house dining hall. Fast footsteps carry a hasty Willow past me.

"Willow Mason! Where do you think you are going?" I asked her. She didn't even turn to look at me.

"Going out with friends Mom. I'll be back in the morning." She continued to the door.

"Willow you will be tired during the trip to the Mythical Lands if you stay out too late." I told her.

"Yeah, Sure. Whatever mom. See you later, Okay?" She didn't even bother to wait for me to object as she slammed the packhouse door behind her. I looked up into Gabriel's silver eyes. I just shook my head at him and continued into the dining hall.

"She is going if I have to hogtie her and throw her in the trunk!"

Chapter 1: Rebellious Daughter

*** CURRENT DAY ***

~ Harper ~

The dragon prince's 23rd birthday party is tomorrow night. I was packing for the trip and memories of his bittersweet homecoming invaded my mind. I tried to hold back the tears. That boy didn't know his mother had gotten mortally wounded by the witch as she tried to stop his abduction. Oh, how he must have cried once he found out he would never see his mother after all those years of imprisonment in the stone. My husband Gabriel walked up behind me and wrapped me up in his tight embrace. He rested his chin on my shoulder.

"You're dealing with her this time." I took a deep breath. I dread dealing with Willow, our daughter. She is 19 years old, and rebellious as they come. She is a lot like me, you can't tell her to do something and expect her to comply 100%. "She already says she's not going." I don't understand why she doesn't want to visit our dragon friends in the Mythical Lands. The prince's party is for young adults only, so Gabe and I won't be attending. We were hoping Willow would attend, though it's going to be hard to get her there. She hasn't seen any of them since she was 8 or 9 years old. I walk down the stairs into the pack house dining hall. Fast footsteps carry a hasty Willow past me.

"Willow Mason! Where do you think you are going?" I asked her. She didn't even turn to look at me.

"Going out with friends Mom. I'll be back in the morning." She continued to the door.

"Willow you will be tired during the trip to the Mythical Lands if you stay out too late." I told her.

"Yeah, Sure. Whatever mom. See you later, Okay?" She didn't even bother to wait for me to object as she slammed the packhouse door behind her. I looked up into Gabriel's silver eyes. I just shook my head at him and continued into the dining hall.

"She is going if I have to hogtie her and throw her in the trunk!"

~Willow ~

I threw my head back and howled into the night sky. My long dark brown hair was tangling behind me as Drake struck a gear and the bike got faster. I wrapped my legs around his waist locking them in place so I wouldn't fall off. I spread my arms out to the sides of me and welcomed the feeling of freedom as the dark landscape blurred past us. I love when he takes me out on his bike. It's one of the fast ones that can reach high speeds. It gives me such a rush!

"Faster, baby!" I yelled at him. He didn't hesitate to pull back on the throttle and push the bike harder. I squealed as the bike raised up on one wheel. Drake handled the bike like the experienced rider he is. Goddess! He is so HOT! We were entering the city now. This is where I spend most of my time. The light in front of us turned red. Drake didn't slow down. He pulled the throttle and the bike surged forward like a bat out of hell.

I laughed as he maneuvered through the traffic with ease quickly running through the red light. Drake turning his head to look behind us caught my attention. Before I had the chance to look back, red and blue lights started flashing and a police siren echoed off the buildings nearby. I looked to Drake, not knowing what he was going to do. He got a mischievous glimmer in his sexy golden eyes, and it was then that I knew I needed to tighten my grip around his waist. Drake didn't slow down. He looked at the officer in his car and gave him the middle finger before making a hard right. The officer barely made the turn.

"Hang on Willow! I have to get this fucker off our ass." I did as he said. I love how he is such a bad boy. They seem to be the only type of guy that can light my fire, and Drake is as bad as they come.

Drake pulled the throttle to its limit. The bike screamed as he hit his final gear. We were traveling at least 190mph or faster. The adrenaline rush I got from this kind of thing was thrilling. Drake easily put distance between us and the officer. I couldn't even see his car now. "We have to park this bike before the chopper spotlights us." Drake said.

He parked the bike on the porch of a nearby abandoned house. He put the kickstand down on the bike and helped me off. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into him. He leaned his head down to my neck and bit it. Not hard enough to mark me (not that he could), but just enough to give me that feeling of pain and pleasure at the same time. I growled lowly while looking him in the eyes and pulled his head down to meet mine. I licked his lips with my tongue, and he opened his mouth to mine. Our tongues danced around each other, and I could feel the proof of my arousal in my panties. I pulled away from him and ran my hands over the outside of his pants. I grinned when I felt that he was just as turned on as me. Goddess, my parents would kill me if they ever found out what I do when I go out with my friends. Drake gave me his signature bad boy grin, that caused me to melt every time. He reached over to my earlobe and gently took it between his teeth. He tugged a little, causing the heat in my core to continue to rise.

"As bad as I want you here and now, we will have to wait until we make it to the club. I don't want to get myself bloody tonight, and more sirens are getting louder." I grinned at him and ran my hands under his shirt and over his toned ab muscles. He let out a low rumble.

"Later then." I spoke. He grinned down at me.

"You couldn't get out of it even if you wanted to." There is no way that he could force me to have sex with him if I didn't want to. But there is something about the way he is so forceful that turns me on, So I let him believe he is stronger than me. I still don't know what Drake is. All I know is that he isn't human. He has sexy brown hair that he keeps it styled messy. It suits his chin stubble perfectly. His jawline is sharp, and his body is chiseled. He's tall and his eyes are a unique shade of gold. That's what attracted me to him first. His gold eyes... I get lost in them every time.

We have been walking now for about fifteen minutes. Drake stepped behind an old building and banged on the heavy back door. I could hear the heavy metal music all the way out here. To my right in the alleyway, there were two men fighting. It was an illegal street fight, which I LOVE. There's an underground ring below this club where people can bet on fighters. It's a big thing here. Drake is one of the best fighters here. There's no boss or Alpha or anything like that here. Everyone just looks to Drake as a leader. He has been living this type of life for a long time. He makes a living doing illegal things. It's stuff that I don't like to get tangled up in myself, I just try to look over it all. I am here for the wild parties, the drinks, dancing, and sex. I'll be honest! Drake is perfect for me. Our relationship started out as friends with benefits. Over the past few months, things have gotten a little more serious between us. I don't see other guys and to my knowledge, he doesn't see other girls. The heavy metal door squeaked open. A wave of nauseating cigarette smoke, liquor, and vomit mixed with a hint of blood overtook my senses. It always takes me a minute to get used to the smell. The music got louder the wider the door opened. A huge guy who looked like the reincarnation of a bulldog human hybrid greeted us.

"Dozer!" Drake said to the guy while they slapped hands with their guy type handshake.

"Drake! Good to see you man. These animals around here are like cavemen!" He stepped aside just enough for Drake and I to walk in. The loud sound of a glass bottle busting sounded to our right. I looked over to see that one man had hit another man over the top of the head. Blood was everywhere. No one moved to help him up off the floor. As long as he wasn't dead, no one bothered. I am used to stuff like this. Again, my parents would die if they knew where I was. They really don't like Drake, and he really doesn't like them. I love my parents, but I am not the perfect little angel that they want me to be. If my dad walked into this place, there wouldn't be a single person left standing. In fact, he would most likely burn the building down. That's why I keep everything a secret. What my parents don't know won't hurt them.

"Someone clean that shit up!" Drake yelled while pointing to the blood and liquor on the floor. A woman quickly grabbed a cloth and ran over to scrub the floor. Drake turned to me. His eyes got menacing as he looked down at me. I would never cower to a man, and this look did nothing but turn me on. Drake knows that. He lifted me up and wrapped my legs around him. He kissed me hard, and I let him. I pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the ground. Drake grabbed my ass and started for the stairs. He paused and turned to Caleb, his best friend. "I left my bike at that old, abandoned house. I need someone to pick it up. The cops are all over the place, give it a few hours." Caleb nodded and went back to groping his target female for the night. Drake continued up the stairs with me still wrapped around him. I leaned down and sucked on his neck. His dick was growing bigger and getting harder against my inner thighs. There is never anything gentle that happens between Drake and I .

Once he reached his room, he threw me on his bed and started stripping his pants off. I watched as his huge length sprang free. I bit my bottom lip in anticipation, the sight of him never gets old. He walked over and tore my shirt off as I kicked off my shoes. I raised up so he could slide my pants down my legs while bringing my underwear down with them. He stepped back to get a better look at my naked body. I teasingly slid my hand across my breasts, down my abdomen, over my belly button. He gave me his sexy grin.

"Mmm...So damn sexy." I arched my back as my own fingers sent tingles over my entire body. He licked his lips, and I could tell he couldn't hold back any longer.