by Bonnie Vanak
Book 4: The Mating Rite
Book 4.5: The Mating Intent
Book 5: The Mating Challenge
Aiden’s story, summer 2015
Book 6: The Mating Season
Tristan’s story, fall 2015
Book 7: The Mating Game
Gideon’s story, coming soon
Book 8: The Mating Ritual
Xavier’s story, coming soon
Book 9: The Mating Captive
Cadeyrn’s story, coming soon
For a sneak peek at Sebastian’s story, read on!
Temptation
Copyright © 2015 Bonnie Vanak
His dragon itched to eat her.
The brunette barmaid was lovelier than a fairy princess. He hadn’t eaten a fairy princess in a full century. Not in the way fairy princesses enjoyed being eaten, thank you very much.
Sebastian Kane stared at the curvy woman as she stacked wineglasses, her waist-length brown curls tumbling down her backside. She had a very cute face, with a light dusting of freckles across her cheeks. Her arms were long and her skin smooth and creamy. The white tank top she wore stretched tight over her ample breasts, and her legs, stuffed into a pair of tight black jeans, were long and shapely. When she walked with a graceful sway, he couldn’t help but notice her hips were nicely curved, just the right size he adored squeezing during sex. She moved with a certain regal bearing.
There was something Other about her, even in Skin, the term OtherWorlders used for humans. Her floral scent made him intoxicated and her skin felt soft as down. Beneath his skin, his dragon growled to taste her in the way a lusty male dragon did to a female he desired.
Lick her all over and claim her by marking her body with his tongue and lips and stamping his scent into her, giving her so much pleasure he’d ruin her for another.
Down boy.
This is what 15 years of celibacy will do to a dragon.
He didn’t know why he went all possessive male and wanted to beat the crap out of the hyena shifter who’d pushed her down. Maybe he’d lived too long in his dragon form and seeing that shifter treat her like that had charged all his protective instincts. Women were treasures, and should be treated as such, not disrespected.
When Skylar had fallen, his dragon had roared with fury. Only Jon’s steadying hand had kept him from shifting. Jon and his Dragon Lords were good peeps, dragon shifters he’d known since childhood. Jon, the newest member, seemed the wisest and the most steady. They’d struck up a friendship one night talking about food and what type of beer was best with chargrilled.
And there was her touch, what in the hell’s blazes was that? When her fingertips brushed his hand and the shock had hit him like a sack of bricks.
It made his dick stand up straight and his blood run hot and thick. Sebastian had stared at her and saw her caramel eyes darken.
She’d felt it too. For a moment, she flashed a smile, so sweet and welcoming, he longed to crawl inside her, pull her over himself like a blanket. He’d been lonely so long, without his own kind, without a home of his own.
It must be sexual. Yeah, he’d gone too long without sex and Skylar Moore was lovely, and quite tempting.
Sebastian let his mind wander. Oh, the good times he’d show her. If he dared to reveal his true talents as a dragon shifter, hell, they’d have a very good time indeed. He would curl his body around her and use his smaller, second cock to stroke her feminine center, and then push her down to the mattress and cover her…and then thrust hard and fast as she screamed from the ecstasy…at least two orgasms he’d give her before…
“Only two?” a deep male voice drawled.
Sebastian turned.
The annoying blonde to his left who kept chattering and touching his arm was gone. A dark-haired man had taken her seat. Clad in black leather pants, a black T-shirt and doeskin boots, he drummed his long fingers against the counter.
Tristan, the Silver Wizard, a member of the Brehon, the four powerful wizard judges of OtherWorlders. Few messed with him. The powerful sorcerer could point one of those fingers and turn someone who displeased him into ash.
Tristan’s shoulder-length black hair was tipped with silver, glinting like polished chrome beneath the lights.
“Stop reading my mind.” Sebastian downed more Guinness. Hell, he needed it to deal with the wizard. He never knew what Tristan wanted from him.
“It’s not a very clean place to visit. Can dragons really do that?” The wizard looked interested.
Knowing Tristan might fry his middle finger if he flipped him off (hell, he was already missing his right pinkie) Sebastian resisted the urge. “You’ll never find out.”
“True enough. Although I once did have a delightful romp with a female dragon in Hawaii. Hawaii is such a wonderful place to get laid. Or is it leid?”
The Silver Wizard looked at Sebastian’s drink.
“How you can drink that motor oil is a mystery I’ll never solve,” Tristan murmured. He snapped a finger and a tumbler of amber fluid in a square glass appeared on the counter. The wizard sipped it and sighed with obvious appreciation.
Enough of the small talk. He wasn’t impatient to start his new assignment, but he worried about what Tristan would require. “What do you want me to do? Fight a war? Combat a curse? Kill some mutant zombies?”
“Enough of the zombies. They got you into trouble in the first place. There’s your next assignment. She’s dragon.” The wizard nodded at the pretty, curvy Skylar.
Sebastian almost choked on his ale. “Her?”
“Try to contain your enthusiasm.”
“It’s not that. She just doesn’t look like one of us.”
The dragon shifters he knew were fiery and full of spark. They danced atop the bar, not wiped it down. And while Skylar had plenty of curves, she was a little too thin to be dragon.
“Skylar Moore. She thinks she’s human.”
Whoa. This was a little more than he’d bargained for. But he could handle this. Maybe Tristan wanted him to teach the pretty barmaid how to stretch her wings, flick her tail and take down a building or torch zombies by spitting fire. He was pretty good at killing zombies.
“So am I in dragon form? Or a Skin? What’s my cover?”
Tristan slid a sheaf of papers over the polished bar. “You’re the billionaire owner of this bar. Her employer.”
REDEMPTION
Copyright © 2015 by Bonnie Vanak
ISBN: 978-1-941130-17-9
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Epilogue
Copyright
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