Dragos: The Complete Bundle (Books 1, 1.5, 2, 3 and 4)

by Amber Kallyn

  And releasing the souls would be no easy feat. Yet, with all her heart, Anna wanted it done, to allow the souls to go to the heavens where they rightfully belonged.

  She sighed wearily and collapsed back on the bed. “I don’t think your sister or Scott like me,” she said softly as Garreth moved around the room closing drapes and letting a whimpering Wolf back out onto the patio.

  “Calla will come around.” He chuckled. “As for Scott, he’s still suspicious of anything magical. The dense man only found out he was an elemental a month ago.”

  Anna jerked upright in bed. “An elemental?” Such power. She figured the poor man was going to need it dealing with the whirlwind Calla seemed to be.

  Garreth finally made his way to the bed. He sat near her outstretched legs, picked one up and placed her foot in his lap. His fingers deliciously worked the sore muscles.

  “Mmm,” she responded.

  “Mmm back. This is just the beginning.”

  Her eyes popped open. “I still don’t like going to the council, but I will. I need to figure out what I’m going to do afterwards.”

  She stared at his back, watching for any sign of reaction. Sure, he’d told his sister they were mates. But that didn’t mean anything permanent. Creatures like them didn’t automatically pledged their lives, their undying love, to each other merely based on the whims of destiny announcing they could compatibly mate, ensuring the next generation.

  The thought of a child filled her swelling heart with pleasure. A boy or girl with his hair and eyes. Someone to love, to cherish.

  A home with Garreth, his love keeping her safe. Everything he made her feel, belonging, loved, even cherished, made her wish she could conquer anything. Have anything.

  A family...

  Except she would be on the run. A child would only be another pawn for the master to use. So would a stronger bond between her and this enigmatic man who made her want to stay—who made her feel safe for the first time she could remember. Maybe, together, they could be safe.

  Doubts warred inside her.

  Garreth’s shoulders hunched slightly and his hands paused before he continued to rub her foot. Silence dominated the room for a moment, before he drew her other foot into his lap and began rubbing it.

  She moaned as his fingers pressed all the right spots to ease the tension in her body. When his hands rose along her calves, the stress disappeared completely, becoming a burning desire. She’d never known such a thing could be so sensuous.

  Turning, he faced her, his gaze roaming her body. His eyes blazed, hands trailing up to her knees as he turned to face her.

  The way his shoulders bunched said he felt the call of destiny as hotly as her.

  “How are you?” he asked.

  She laughed. “Just fine, if a bit warm.”

  His lips twitched. “Good. I’ve been thinking. Destiny hasn’t been as insistent with us as it’s usually said to be.”

  “Si,” she replied.

  “I think I’ve finally figured out why.”

  “Why?”

  He winked. “Your magic is no longer just yours, right? It’s mixed with your father’s.”

  Her eyes widened as she began to understand his implications. “So destiny cannot control me, because I’m not entirely me anymore?”

  He nodded.

  “It’s an interesting theory.” And something she would have to think about.

  Garreth grabbed her arms and pulled her up, then stood. He held her close as his lips descended on hers. His tongue plunged into her mouth, insistent, burning, devouring.

  He kissed along her jaw, and whispered, “I want you, Cynthianna Hernandez.”

  “Mmm, then take me because I want you too, Garreth Dragos.”

  His chest shook in amusement as he stepped back. Slowly, he drew her shirt over her head, inhaling deeply as he stared at her breasts. He bent down, his breath warm and teasing across her pebbled nipples. He slid her pants down, caressing her thighs as he moved first one foot, then the other.

  When she reached for his clothes, Garreth stepped back and disrobed for her.

  For a long moment, they stood there naked, just staring at each other. She loved his body, almost big enough to be overwhelming, yet he was always so gentle. His pito jutted from curls as black as the hair flowing partway down his back.

  And his eyes…

  They flashed with desire and softness she knew was only for her.

  “You are beautiful,” he whispered.

  Blood rushed to her cheeks, warming them at the worshipping tone of his voice. She knew she wasn’t all that. Short, curvy. Nowhere near the definition of the tall, thin beauty. And her scarred leg… But he seemed to enjoy her body as much as she did his.

  She blinked and his hands were on her body, roaming over her skin. Breasts, waist, ass, he touched her everywhere.

  “Now, where were we when my sister interrupted?” he asked.

  Before Anna could respond, he licked down her body, crouching before her, then spearing his tongue in between her thighs.

  Shivers wracked her as he licked fiercely. His hands grasped her ass, pulling her cheeks apart. He jerked her forward and back, loving her with his mouth.

  He trailed a finger between her cheeks, rubbing her tight hole. Anna gasped, loving the way it made her burn all the hotter. His finger dipped into her. Slickly, he moved back between her cheeks and eased inside her tightness.

  Legs trembling, she grasped his shoulders.

  He nibbled her clit, tugging the sensitive nub. Moving his other hand between them, he plunging two fingers deep inside her pussy hard and fast.

  It contrasted with the smooth slowness of his movements over her ass. Gently, he eased the tip of his finger in and out.

  She trembled as he loved her so well. She shook, moaning loudly through heavy breaths. Staring down at him through almost closed eyes, she watched him skillfully push her closer to the orgasm. He met her gaze and slowed, drawing back to lick along her clit, all the while staring up at her with such warmth in his sapphire eyes.

  Such feeling.

  Her chest expanded, flooding with warmth, a sense of belonging she might never experience again.

  He slid his tongue side to side along her clit, keeping her gaze, as if her watching him turned him on.

  The combination of pleasure and the feelings spreading through her from her very soul knocked her over the edge. She cried out as the ball of desire between her legs expanded. Heat flooded through her body, thighs quivering.

  Her hips bucked, pushing against his mouth. He sucked her clit harder.

  Garreth slowed, hands moving to her hips as he tugged her down to the soft carpet. Facing him, both on their knees, she leaned into his chest, his warmth wrapping her in something she thought she might call love, even if it scared her.

  His pito slid along her belly. Wanting to pleasure him, she kissed his jaw, down his throat and belly. She blew softly over his dark, velvety tip, then sucked him deep into her mouth.

  Garreth’s hands grasped her ass as she swirled her tongue around his hardness, easing him so deep he touched the back of her throat. Nibbling back up the length, she scraped her teeth gently over his tip before sucking him deep once more. Palming his balls, she rubbed them both as well as the band of skin between his balls and his ass.

  He cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers, tugging softly.

  She licked up his length, then rose slightly to rub his pito over her breasts. Garreth groaned. “Love, I want to come inside you.”

  With a soft smile, she rose up and kissed him, tasting their combined juices. He jumped to his feet, pulling her up with him. Urging her backwards, Garreth moved her until her back was to the wall and his body covered her, pinning her in place.

  He fondled her breasts, making her moan. Then he grasped her hips and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, loving the feel of his hardness rubbing against her. He pushed deep inside.

  An
na shivered, gasping as he filled her. She licked along his collar and up his neck as he moved his hips, easing in and out.

  * * *

  Garreth loved the way her pussy clenched around his cock as he pushed deeper, working his hips fast and hard. Anna moaned, her breath hot and heavy over his skin as her hot little tongue caressed, her teeth nipped.

  He wanted this woman to come again, and again. He wanted to fill her with his seed, to complete the mating and claim her as his forever.

  Pumping into her tight sheath, he held tight to her ample ass. He nuzzled her cheek, making her look at him. Their eyes met, her lavender gaze a dark purple.

  Her dusky skin was flushed, her lips parted, beckoning him to kiss her senseless.

  He dipped his tongue into her mouth, shuddering when she suckled it. Jerking his hips faster, he slammed into her, all thoughts of gentleness fleeing as the burn and his dragon rose up inside him.

  She was theirs.

  They would prove it, and claim her before the night was over.

  He drew close to the edge, but held himself back. Not yet. Drawing on his inner strength, he kept his desire in check as he slid into her heat.

  Anna’s whimpers came faster, her hands running up his back, nails scratching. He worked inside her faster, pulling her to the edge with him. She bit his shoulder, screaming, as her sheath spasmed around him. Control broke and he pumped faster as he spilled his seed deep within her.

  His mate.

  She would find out soon.

  Anna writhed against him, her body shaking as the climax swept her up. Garreth watched the pleasure sweep across her face, pride filling him as his strength pumped into her.

  Slowing, he leaned against her, trying to catch his breath. Her legs unclamped and he let her slide down his body. She stared up at him, her eyes full of what he hoped was love. Then she turned and raced for the bathroom.

  He realized what he needed to do. His mate was tough, but inside, she was hurt by all that had been done to her. And though the thought scared him, not knowing if she returned his depth of emotions, he would risk all to find out.

  * * *

  Anna hurried through the bathroom and shut the door. She tried calming her breathing, but the scorching emotion coming from Garreth while they’d made love, only more intense afterward, had her heart pounding in fright.

  He knocked softly. “Come to bed, darling.”

  “G-give me a minute.” Her voice was a strained whisper. Did she dare believe?

  Closing her eyes, Anna inhaled deeply, drawing her tattered emotions close. Before she could rethink her actions, she hurried back into the bedroom and stumbled by Garreth, slipping into the bed.

  He looked surprised for a second, then resolved, as he stalked closer to join her on the soft mattress. She didn’t know what to do now, or what to say. How could she tell him she was so afraid that what she wanted most would only be dangerous in this game she still played with the master?

  How could she tell him how she felt, if he didn’t feel the same?

  Sure, his actions were full of what might be love. His gaze was soft, caring. But…

  He stared at her, running his hand down her cheek. His bright blue eyes softened with emotion. “I…” He swallowed. “This heat, the attraction between our dragons is one thing. But there is more.”

  His gaze seemed to plead with her to tread lightly, as if he wasn’t used to being so soft.

  “Si,” she whispered, as her heart stopped. “There is more.”

  “Will you… do you think you could…” He closed his eyes, sighing heavily.

  “Do you think you could?” she asked, almost unable to breathe, yet amused at her big, strong lover so tongue-tied and cautious.

  His eyes sprang open. “I love you,” Garreth blurted.

  Confusion warred. Did she dare?

  There was so much that could go wrong. But she trusted these emotions flowing through her for this man. They refused to be denied.

  And everything she was filling welled up inside her, until she could think of nothing else but the overpowering love shining from his depthless blue eyes.

  Her breath came out a happy sigh. She swallowed and said, “I love you, too, mi querido.”

  “Together, I promise we will bring this master down and free your parents’ souls.”

  Anna nodded, hope filling her for the first time in years.

  Perhaps, just perhaps, the two of them together really could triumph over evil.

  * * *

  Blazed

  Dragos Book 3

  by

  Amber Kallyn

  Working together a nymph and a dragon must stop a fiery catastrophe. Problem is, Love will Blaze.

  When someone comes after the rock band Bree Jones works with, she must not only embrace the fire nymph within herself, but also the growing desire she feels for bounty hunter and dragon shifter Tyler Dragos. Together, they will try to keep not only the band members, but Bree, safe from the dark mage hounding the Dragos Clan.

  Chapter One

  Ghostly tendrils of awareness crawled down the back of Bree Jones’ neck, making the hair stand up and her skin itch. Someone was watching her. Had been for a while now.

  She continued her work around the stage, ignoring the rambunctious laughter and loud talking from the crowd, glancing around the stadium often in hopes of catching her phantom watcher.

  Running wires along the stage, she connected the charges for the band’s pyrotechnics. This was the Grave Diggers’ first of three nights performing in Phoenix, Arizona.

  The shockingly high temperatures that she wasn’t used to had sweat trickling down her back. Between the heat, the crowds, and the loud noises echoing from the closed dome that wouldn’t open until just before the show, Bree was surprised she wasn’t losing her mind.

  The sensation of being watched persisted. She stopped working and strained to stare into every shadowed nook and cranny in the football stadium.

  Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

  Then again, what was ordinary about thousands of fans hovering around hours before the show, most dressed up like gothic vampires, witches, werewolves and other supernatural creatures?

  It was laughable, really.

  As if these humans had any idea what such beings were truly like. Vampires weren’t pale, glittering creatures. And werewolves didn’t just grow a bit of fur on their faces and hands, but shifted into real, if huge, wolves with blazing eyes and dangerous teeth.

  As she headed toward the partitioned-off area doubling as backstage, a conga train of mummies blocked her way, forcing her to stop. Nearby stood a trio of surprisingly normal looking people.

  Her gaze landed on the tallest of the three.

  His short brown hair stuck up in fashionable spikes tipped with orange and purple. Clean shaven, his features were strong and masculine, with just a hint of softness.

  She’d never seen eyes so amazingly blue.

  His wide lips curled up at the edges, revealing a dimple on his right cheek. His body, long and lean, hinted at muscles just barely hidden beneath his dark jeans and faded red shirt.

  He glanced up, and their gazes locked.

  Heat rushed through Bree, throwing all thoughts out the window.

  Her heart stuttered. Her breath hitched. The man’s magnetism was undeniable.

  Fierce.

  The man next to him, almost as tall and just as stunningly masculine, slapped Blue-Eyes on the shoulder.

  He shook his head, turning back to the little group.

  Bree gulped down air. Just what the hell that had been about?

  “What, O’Neil,” Blue-Eyes asked. “You ready for it?”

  O’Neil clasped the shoulders of a shorter woman standing between them. “You got that right, Ty.” He pulled the woman to his side, laying his hand over the very noticeable bump of the woman’s stomach.

  The woman smiled dreamily. “We’ll be just fine.” Her eyes, as blue as Ty’s, sharpened and a scowl
twisted her lips. “At least, we will be as soon as we get that information.”

  “Scott’s parents?” Ty asked.

  “I hate these dead ends we keep finding,” the woman grumpily replied.

  O’Neil hugged her tighter. “We tracked down the last lead, but it pointed here, rather than to my parents.”

  “So that’s why I got roped into this,” Ty grumbled.

  The woman turned a glare his way, stepping away from O’Neil and poking Ty in the chest with her index finger. “You sound like we’re bothering you.”

  He glared back at the woman. His expression darkened, growing hard enough to force a shiver down Bree’s spine.

  The conga line of mummies ended, clearing the way to backstage. Bree hesitated. She didn’t like eavesdropping, but neither could she bring herself to walk away. The pregnant woman might need protection from such an overbearing brute.

  With a sigh and half a shake of her head, Bree turned back to the stage. She’d keep an eye on them. The woman had her own man there. If he couldn’t take care of any problems…

  Bree tweaked some wires, testing the connection, still keeping an eye on the group. If the brute dared lay a hand on the woman, well, she was on a first name basis with Commando Krav Maga.

  She’d yet to meet an ass she couldn’t kick.

  Her neck itched again, the hair standing to attention as goosebumps covered her arms. The watcher was persistent, she’d give him that. Working her way around the stage, she tried to act as if nothing was amiss and she wasn’t inching toward the closed off backstage area. She was damn well going to figure out who kept staring at her.

  Then, she’d make them regret the intrusion.

  Damn idiot.

  * * *

  Tyler Dragos glared down at his sister, Calla. The anger blazing in her eyes irked him, made him want to growl.

  But as the sound vibrated up his chest, the air around him swirled in warning.

  “I suggest,” Scott O’Neil said in a lazy monotone which did nothing to hide his anger, “you don’t dare growl at my wife. She shouldn’t be upset in her condition.”