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

by Amber Kallyn

  As she ate, he pushed the negligee lower, uncovering her skin an inch at a time. Scott bathed each inch with kisses. Moving it down her hips and along her legs, he bared her completely. He crawled back up her body and slid his tongue between the lips of her pussy.

  She shivered, gasping.

  Reaching over, he took the glass of wine and dribbled a tiny bit over her mound, before lapping it up.

  The taste of apple cider and Calla’s arousal met his tongue. He glanced at her, startled, but she grabbed his head and yanked his mouth back to her heat.

  * * *

  Calla shivered as his tongue circled her clit then pushed into her core. She clutched his hair, urging him on, relishing the cascading pleasure swamping her body. His tongue worked in and out, fast and hard. He pushed his hand under her hips, his fingers sliding between her ass cheeks to rub her tight hole.

  Her whimpers became moans as he eased one fingertip inside, wiggling it, while his tongue plunged into her.

  “You taste so good,” he huskily whispered. “But I want all of you.”

  Scott grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her stomach, then drew her ass into the air. Grabbing a tube of oil, he coated his hand and her tight, puckered hole. Kneeling behind her, he slipped slick fingers along her crease, nudging one inside.

  Calla shivered with delight as the pleasure intensified the more his finger teased her ass.

  “You like that, baby, don’t you?” Scott asked gruffly.

  “Mmm,” was the only reply she could make.

  He rubbed one cheek, then slapped it, the slight sting only making her want more.

  Leaning against her, he slid his other hand up her side, to knead her breast and pinch her nipple deliciously. Calla pushed into his touch, her breasts rubbing against the soft cloth and his calloused palm.

  His finger worked deeper, stretching her tightness. The pleasure pain intensified and she ached with need.

  “Fuck me,” she growled.

  “Always so impatient.” He laughed, trailing his fingers from her breast to her clit. Scott rubbed in tight, hard circles, both front and back.

  Scott slapped her ass again as he buried his finger all the way inside her. Hips bucking, Calla moved in time to his thrusting hand. He reached around her, pinching her sensitive clit roughly.

  Calla moaned a half scream as the orgasm built so deliciously. He forced her legs wider apart. Leaning heavily on her forearms, her head on the soft, silky pillows, she relaxed as his fingers left her.

  He reached for more oil. Soon, the tip of his cock nudged her ass. Scott’s other hand moved furiously, rubbing her clit, her lips, sliding inside her.

  Teasing her completely.

  He pushed deeper, stretching her to the point of almost too much pain. Her hole clenched, and she moved against him, demanding more.

  Scott forced her back, making her still. “Not yet, baby.”

  She growled in frustration, wanting to impale herself on his cock.

  He continued to push inside, so slowly. Then he was sheathed fully, his balls slamming against her. He withdrew, finally giving her the roughness and speed she desired. His hips pumped, as he moved in and out of her ass.

  The pressure built, all consuming, and she relished it, asking for more as she wiggled against him.

  “Come for me, darling,” he shouted, his hips jerking frantically.

  As if on command, the explosion rocked her. Calla buried her face in the pillows, screaming her release as she spasmed around his hardness. The orgasm flooded her, making her almost dizzy. His cock moved urgently inside her, his hands roaming her body, unstopping.

  It seemed to consume her forever, swamping her senses. After an eternity, her body’s shudders slowed, leaving her limp and pliant. Scott withdrew, grabbing a washcloth and cleaning himself, before moving behind her once more.

  Then he slammed his cock inside her pussy, his hands tight on her hips, holding her steady as he pummeled her. She gasped as the feelings swept through her, love and desire. Completeness.

  With every drive home, her face pressed into the silky pillows. Scott leaned over her, hands grasping her breasts as he raised her upright, pulling her against his chest. His cock worked faster.

  As the orgasm filled her with wracking pleasure, he came with a hoarse shout, his teeth clamping on her shoulder.

  Reaching behind her, Calla grabbed his ass cheeks, urging him on. His heated come filled her. It pushed her over as the orgasm spread, pulsing through every last nerve. Her legs trembled and she collapsed into the bed of pillows.

  Scott trailed kisses along her spine before laying her tucked close to his side. She stared into his eyes, entranced as the flecks of sapphire flickered in the sea of gray. When their breathing evened, he asked, “So what was this all about?”

  She cuddled closer, looking into his loving gaze. “I needed to figure some things out.”

  “And did you?”

  With a wide smile, she replied, “Yes.”

  Pushing up on her elbow, she leaned over and kissed him with all the passion and happiness bursting inside her.

  “There were two pink lines.” Then she whispered, “And I’m going to be a bit emotional for about the next nine months.”

  Slowly, the comprehension dawned. His eyes brightened as he matched her smile. Scott placed his palm over her flat stomach. “Truly?”

  Calla nodded as he swept her into his comforting embrace that was now her home.

  * * *

  Scorched

  Dragos Book 2

  by

  Amber Kallyn

  A bounty hunter and a dragon shifter face off on opposite sides of the law, but must work together when evil attacks them both.

  Cynthianna ‘Anna’ Hernandez has never known trust, peace or safety, not even by fleeing to the deepest wilds of Canada. When bounty hunter Garreth Dragos shows up during a blizzard, things get complicated as their inner dragons decide they’re perfect for each other.

  Things get worse when the dark mage hunting Anna finds them, sending his creatures to return her to his evil clutches. He’s willing to sacrifice anything and anybody to further his quest for power. Together, Anna and Garreth must trust in each other or all will be lost to evil.

  Chapter One

  Anna fled through the shadowy halls of the dream world, running from terror. Alone, as usual.

  Fleeing for her life.

  The bastardo would arrive at any moment. He would find her and torture her like he’d done to her family. Take her dragon magic, her essence… her very soul.

  A loose stone caught her foot. She fell forward, but didn’t hit the hard, cold floor. Instead, she landed in a soft bed, her dream warrior rising above her, touching her so gently as he roamed his calloused hands over her body.

  Safe.

  She was safe now.

  Her warrior would protect her.

  “Who are you?” she whispered for the hundredth time. Reaching up, she caressed his cheek, the stubble on his jaw prickling her palm.

  His features were always in shadow. Yet sometimes, she could make out a spark of blue eyes. A glimpse of dark hair drifting over his shoulders to tickle her breasts as he pressed warm lips to hers.

  He always tasted of heated desire. The warrior plunged his tongue into her mouth, twisting it along hers, licking her lips, his hunger consuming her. Teeth lightly nipped her jaw before soft kisses tickled her throat. His tongue played in the hollow at her collarbone.

  Tracing her hands over his back, she relished the way his muscles bunched at her touch. His shoulders were broad, waist tapering to slim hips. She gripped his tight, smooth ass, trying to pull him between her legs, to finally complete her as she’d wanted since her very first dream.

  “Coger mi,” she urged huskily, her dragon rising inside of her, wanting to take control and dominate. But her dragon magic didn’t affect him.

  Yet again, he resisted.

  He cupped her breast, flicking a thumb over her nipple. A
nna gasped as it puckered for him. Arching her back, she waited for his hot mouth to please her.

  He licked around the mound of her breast, avoiding her tingling nipple.

  Groaning, she grasped handfuls of his dark hair and urged him closer, but the warrior didn’t budge. He tortured her with soft, slow movements. He slid his warm, moist tongue along her ribs, up her side, tantalizingly close to the edge of her breast.

  Her heart raced. Breath came in shallow pants. A needy moan escaped.

  Finally, he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, kneading her other breast. Teeth nipped her sensitive skin, sending fiery spikes driving through her warmed blood. Inhaling deeply, the scent of musky male and her own arousal filled her.

  Then, her warrior gave her more.

  He pushed her thighs apart, his hot breath blowing over her skin.

  Anticipatory goose bumps cropped up on her arms.

  He slid his tongue over her throbbing clit, moving down to thrust deep inside her wet opening. His hair spread over her thighs, soft, tickling, as he loved her with his mouth.

  She whimpered as the pleasure spread through her like liquid heat. Her body twisted on the silken sheets. Climax building, Anna tugged at his hair, urging her warrior to move faster, to bring her to the peak. This time, he did as bidden. His hand covered her clit before he took it between two fingers and pinched lightly. His tongue slid over and inside her pussy, fast and smooth. He rubbed her harder, pressing in tight little circles.

  Her breathing became nothing more than panted moans as the pleasurable sensations spread through her body, curling her toes. Then she exploded, her pussy clenching around his tongue.

  Her warrior licked up her clit and placed a small kiss at the top of her mound. Anna caught a glimpse of white teeth as he smiled from between her thighs.

  Then he disappeared.

  Once more, Anna was alone. But this time, fear could not touch her. Her warrior had pushed back the nightmares, bringing her into such a satisfying dream.

  If only it were real.

  * * *

  Snow.

  Everywhere.

  Garreth Dragos pushed through the clingy, freezing stuff. The ground had become hard-packed, knee-high drifts. Softer icy flakes swirled in the air, unceasingly falling from a hidden sky.

  Minutes, maybe hours ago, he’d lost the leather lace holding his hair tied back. Frozen black strands tangled in his face, slapping his eyes.

  His body had long ceased shivering, but still he moved forward, uncaring. There was a job to do. A traitorous criminal to bring in. She would face the council for unforgivable crimes.

  Garreth clenched his fists, trying to push back the painful memories of his past. Of those who’d committed similar crimes against his family. And like the one responsible for his personal pain, this traitor would be sentenced to a well-deserved death.

  He inched through the whiteness, an ache spreading deep in his chest. Only a month ago he’d captured the one responsible for causing his family such agony. Now, that man was dead. Garreth refused to think about the fact that at one time, the man had been his eldest brother.

  Those bonds were broken the moment the man killed their mother and used her magic and blood for dark purposes.

  Shaking his head, he plowed on through the snow. His feet, freezing and wet, no longer burned. His chest expanded and a puff of smoke drifted from his nostrils. He was so cold he couldn’t even shift into his dragon form.

  Not that it was an option anyway. She would sense such a thing. The traitor was near. She must be, he could feel the magic in the air.

  Garreth had it on good authority—a snitch he could trust. At least, as far as someone living in a shady area of the law could be trusted. So he was doomed to continue walking through this frackin cold hell until he found her hideout.

  Something buried in the snow caught his boot. Unbalanced, he fell forward, inhaling a mouthful of ice. He pushed up from the depression his body made, crawling to the surface and flipped onto his back.

  Ice breached his thick, fur-lined jacket. Breathing heavy, Garreth stared into the moving whiteness. Snowflakes landed on his face and he tried blinking them out of his eyes.

  In a minute, he would go on. But for now, he needed to catch his breath. It occurred to him that he should probably get up immediately. Being lethargic wasn’t like him. But even his dragon, seeming far away and untouchable, only wanted to sleep for a while.

  A howl rose in the distance. More echoed around him. Wolves. They wouldn’t dare approach, not once they caught his predatory scent. Assuming it reached them through the bitter air before they decided to take a bite.

  * * *

  Cynthianna Hernandez stared at the growling wolf on her cabin porch, his eyes flashing as he crouched for attack.

  “Silencio,” she commanded.

  Wolf whimpered, turning to stare at the trees around them, one paw on the wood, the other poised to dash out into the blizzard.

  She sensed the presence of someone here as well as her companion did. That didn’t mean she would foolishly dart out into the storm—quickly becoming the promised blizzard—to go find out who, or what, had come to the forest.

  Anna clasped the oval locket dangling from the gold chain around her neck. She didn’t have to open it to remember what her beloved padre looked like.

  Or his final words to her. “Run. The master is after you.”

  Well, she’d done so. How much farther could a dragon run than the coldest reaches of Canada? At least here, the chances of bumping into his creatures were slim.

  She hadn’t even seen another dragon during her time wandering this frozen place. Then again, dragons were creatures of heat. The cold hindered their abilities. Only the blood of her mama—a rare Argentinean dragon, more magic than fire—helped her function in this weather. Anna could call on those inherent abilities to protect her from the cold.

  Most dragons were of European descent. Over the centuries, their magic had faded, while their fire increased.

  She had the best of both worlds.

  And if a dragon would be hard pressed to survive, anyone el stupido enough to be caught out in the fast approaching storm would soon be dead.

  Howls erupted in the forest, less than a mile from her hidden cabin. Wolf whimpered again, inching forward.

  “You won’t stand a chance against a pack,” Anna replied, staring out into the white nothingness. “And anyone out there is none of our concern.”

  But a pang of worry crept into her chest. Could she really stand by and let someone die? Clutching her jacket tighter, she mumbled, “I’m stupido.”

  Wolf yelped and trotted into the snow. Anna followed.

  He ranged ahead, doubling back every few minutes to point her the right way. Ten minutes later, the cold bit deep, crawling beneath her jacket. She called to her dragon magic. Soon, warmth inched around her, trying to push back the cold.

  The wind shifted, opening a slim curtain in the white. In front of her, Wolf stood over a body-shaped lump. He growled, snapping at three mangy, starved wolves. Their eyes glowed yellow, reflecting moonlight.

  “Regresar,” Anna commanded the wild beasts to leave. The three strange wolves turned their glares to her. “Regresar,” she repeated, a low growl of her own escaping with the word.

  One wolf barked, then as one, they turned and fled. Anna’s wolf faced her, tongue lolling from the side of his sly grin. Then he began digging snow from the body.

  “Whoever it is, they’re surely dead by now.” But she knelt down and pushed a thin layer of snow from the person’s face.

  Only to catch her breath. The hard, chiseled face seemed familiar. Black eyebrows framed slightly tilted eyes. She dusted off his tangled black hair, then moved to his broad chest.

  He breathed.

  Surprise almost made her jerk away.

  Brushing a strand of her long, dark hair from her eyes, she stared at his wide mouth, the square jaw, the dimple in his chin. This couldn’t be…


  No. Not her dream warrior.

  Just because he looked so like the few flashes she’d seen didn’t mean anything. Her dream warrior was merely a figment of her imagination. This man was real.

  And yet, heat spread through her body as she remembered her dream from the night before. How her warrior had loved her. Her gaze kept drawing to this man’s mouth. Her breasts ached, wanting his touch.

  With a snort, Anna ignored her growing desire for the half-dead stranger. At least he wasn’t the master. Then again, if she ever caught that bastardo in such a vulnerable position, she’d be able to finish him off for good.

  But neither was this man human. She bent near his ear, sniffing deeply. Shock coursed through her and she jerked back.

  Dragon.

  What was a dragon doing here?

  When he was mostly uncovered, Anna rocked back on her heels, surveying his body. At least a foot taller than her own five-foot-six, he was pure muscle. It was clear even through all his bulky clothes. So how the hells would she get him home?

  “Wolf. Go grab a blanket and bring it back. We’ll have to drag him.”

  He jumped up and raced away, quickly hidden by the snowfall.

  Anna stared at the man in front of her. What business did a dragon have out here in this cold remote place? Her business was hiding. At least until she could figure out a way to take her revenge on the master.

  This man didn’t look to be the type to run and hide from anything.

  A branch behind her creaked. Spinning, she searched the trees. The feeling of being watched grew, yet nothing looked out of the ordinary. As she stared at each tree, looking for any misplaced piece of bark, the sense of eyes boring into the back of her neck slowly disappeared. The master’s creatures were not here, or they would have shown themselves by now.

  With a sigh, Anna forced her tense limbs to relax. Trying to ignore her galloping heartbeat, she faced the stranger once more. If she left, he would die. While it was possible he was the enemy, he might not be. Without knowing for sure, she couldn’t bring herself to abandon him.