Dante and Red (Dragon Shifters' Hoard Book 3)

The redhead thrust her chin up, eyes sparking. “Thanks for your help.”
A rush of heat slid along Dante’s skin like a lick of flame. He stared at the gorgeous hair cascading over her shoulders accentuating her curves. The street light flickered. Shots of crimson and orange glowed in her hair like living flames.
Nah, he was imagining it, getting all romantic again. Zephyr always teased him for being a sop.
Or was he? As he moved closer, the heat spiked.
He’d seen flames dancing along that jerk’s sleeve before he’d rushed in to help. He’d sensed magic in the air. These girls could be dangerous, almost as dangerous as the mage gang who’d attacked them.
“Don’t tangle with us unless you want trouble,” the redhead threatened, thrusting out her hand like a weapon.
She was trouble, all right, and her friend, too. His brain screamed to warn Zeph and walk away, but his other senses honed in, wanting more.