The Snow Dragon’s Mate
Lonely Dragons Club 2
Silvia Violet
Description
Best Christmas gift ever: Finding out dragons exist and one of them is your fated mate.
Kymar
Weary from centuries spent searching for my mate, I hid away in a mountain cabin until an offer from a friend leads me to the most exquisite omega I have ever seen. From the moment our eyes meet, all I want is to make him mine. A well-timed storm leaves him stranded in my lair, but when the snow melts, he insists on returning to his human life. I’m convinced we’re fated for one another. Can I make this stubborn young man believe it too?
Holden
I rode on a dragon’s back. A real, live dragon. In his human form, Kymar is so gorgeous I can hardly breathe around him. I’m drawn to him by a force too strong to ignore, but, magical creature or not, I can’t get involved with him. Happiness never lasts. I’ve learned that lesson again and again. After I walk away, my longing to return grows worse every day until I start to wonder if I can find to courage to believe what my heart and my dragon say is true—Kymar and I are meant to be together.
The Snow Dragon’s Mate by Silvia Violet
Copyright © 2019 by Silvia Violet
Edited by Susie Selva
Cover Art by AJ Corza
All Rights Reserved. No part of this eBook may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.
Published in the United States of America.
The Snow Dragon’s Mate is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are fictionalized. Any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Contents
1. Kymar
2. Holden
3. Holden
4. Kymar
5. Holden
6. Holden
7. Kymar
8. Kymar
9. Holden
10. Kymar
11. Holden
12. Kymar
13. Epilogue
About the Author
Also by Silvia Violet
1
Kymar
I called my magic to me, shifted back into my human form, then hurried back inside to warm myself by the fire. I loved the snow but not when I was naked in it. I knew it was risky for a big blue dragon to fly around during the day. I could hear my friend—frenemy?—Laszlo admonishing me now, but hardly anyone else lived this far up in the mountains, and what human would be out hiking with a snowstorm raging?
Maybe I’d flown closer to town than I should, but the snow had given me some cover, and I deserved to have some fun, didn’t I? There was nothing like watching snow fall from above. When I’d moved into this abandoned ski lodge, my dragon friends had questioned my move to somewhere so remote. I was quite social for our kind, and up here, I only kept a few live-in servants and rarely had visitors. During the winter, getting down the mountain became nearly impossible in human form—not that I minded flying. For the most part, humans saw what they wanted to see and despite all the books and movies about our kind, few of them wanted to see a real dragon.
After warming myself by the fire, I grabbed an old quilt—vintage, as the humans would call it since it was made by a housekeeper I had over a century ago—wrapped it around me and settled into my favorite chair to watch the snow fall. I lasted about a minute before I grew restless. I didn’t want to admit that my friends—we called ourselves the Lonely Dragons Club, or rather, I called us that and the others begrudgingly accepted it—had been right. I loved living in the middle of a winter wonderland. I loved that at this elevation it began snowing in October and there was still snow around through most of April, but being all alone up here, except for my housekeeper and groundskeeper, was only making me feel lonelier.
I’d tried combating my longing for a mate by going out, partying and sleeping with as many omegas as I could. Dragons, even ones like me who Laszlo deems undignified, have loads of charm, not to mention most of us are hot as hell. Basically, I’m irresistible to humans.
But even beautiful, sparkly twinks have begun to lose their appeal. Perhaps I’ve overdosed on them. I’d thought buying this lodge and fixing it up would make me feel better. I had a restaurant-quality kitchen put in for my housekeeper and cook, Claudia. I had the outside painted a lovely pale blue and found a darker, shimmery blue paint for my nest that was almost the same color as my scales. I’d brought enough of my hoard here to make me comfortable, and I was certain this was the perfect place to detox from overindulging in twinks. I’d imagined myself taking up yoga again—how many hundreds of years had it been since I’d travelled to India and learned the benefits of getting more bendy?—or taking up meditation or something.
None of that had worked. While I wasn’t longing for the life I’d left behind, being here in this snowy paradise had made me want a mate to share my life with even more. All the Lonely Dragons were searching for our fated mates. I was even fairly sure that Desmond had hired a witch to cast a spell for us, at least I knew he’d seduced a witch—a beautiful woman, but a little dangerous for my taste. I liked my omegas pliant, adventurous, and definitely not capable of turning me into a toad. As if I’d want to be an amphibian. Yuck! All that slime.
I stared out the window feeling sorry for myself when my phone chimed. Dragons do have phones and other modern technology. We don’t still live in caves and eat virgins—well the latter depends on what kind of eating you’re talking about.
It was a text from Laszlo.
Would you be interested in a gorgeous omega who’s a decent household servant and up for literally anything in bed?
The second I read his words, my cock decided my self-enforced celibacy was over. But why was Laszlo offering him to me?
What’s wrong with him?
The bouncing dots that indicated Laszlo was typing kept appearing and disappearing. I was about to call him and demand an immediate answer when his text came through.
I’ve brought a new omega home with me, and Pierre isn’t ready to accept that things are over between us.
Why wouldn’t he simply have them both? Unless…
Tell me about this new omega.
I waited, but there was no response. If he was going to ignore me, I’d simply have to go check out the situation for myself.
With a flourish of my wings, I landed on Laszlo’s front lawn, causing quite a disturbance to his elaborate holiday display. I loved shiny Christmas ornaments too—what dragon didn’t?—but no one loved Christmas quite as much as he did.
I couldn’t have timed my arrival better. My dragon friend and two lovely omegas were standing by his front door.
“What the hell are you doing?” The scowl on Laszlo’s face was worth any risk I’d taken getting there.
I bowed and fluttered my wings before tucking them behind me. “Good afternoon, Laszlo,” I said, greeting him in our dragon language.
The blond omega clung to him, looking agitated, but the dark-haired one was staring at me like I was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen. Most likely because I was.
Laszlo huffed in that imperious way of his. “You can’t just appear out of nowhere like that.”
“You said you had an omega who might like to work for me. I came to pick him up.”
“Is he talking to you?” the blond omega asked with a perplexed look on his face. Laszlo explained our language while I kept my gaze trained on the other delicious omega who was staring at me intently.
“You could have simply messaged me back or arrived in human form. How many people saw you?”
“Is it the dark-haired one? I hope so. I like him,” I said using my snout to gesture in the direction of the fascinating little omega who had captured my attention.
“Is he talking about me?” The omega in question laid a hand against his chest. I wondered if he might actually swoon. It had been a while since I’d had that powerful an effect on a human, but he was having an effect on me too. I couldn’t remember smelling anyone as delicious as him in years, maybe ever. Laszlo had said he was up for anything. Did that extend to being taken right here on top of Laszlo’s manufactured snow?
“It might be best to get your friend inside,” Laszlo told the other omega.
I shook my head. “Don’t take him anywhere. He’s mine now.”
The beautiful boy stayed right where he was and pointed at me. “That’s a dragon.”
He was definitely dragon-struck. I wondered what he would think of my other form? I called my magic and shifted into a very naked human. The omega’s mouth dropped open as he looked me up and down.
“How did you do that?”
I turned to Laszlo, frowning. “Is this not the omega you offered?”
“What does he mean you offered him an omega?” the adorable blond asked. He was delectable too, but he didn’t call to my dragon the way the dark-haired boy did.
Instead of answering me, Laszlo chattered with his new pet. I ignored them in favor of studying the omega who would be mine whether or not he was the one Laszlo had offered. He had bright green eyes and a smattering of freckles over his nose. He was shorter than me and Laszlo, but then most humans were. His arms and shoulders were beautifully sculpted, making me wonder what he did to keep himself in such good shape.
Finally, Laszlo addressed me again. “This is a friend of my mate. A friend who, until you showed yourself so blatantly, had no idea dragons existed.”
Wait a fucking second. Did he just say mate? “You found your mate?”
Laszlo looked surprised, like he hadn’t realized what he’d said, but to his credit, he didn’t try to backpedal. “Yes, I have.”
I couldn’t help but feel hurt that he’d kept that from me. If I’d found my mate, I would’ve told the other Lonely Dragons the second I realized it. I was about to ask if the others knew, but the gorgeous omega I already thought of as mine, spoke again.
“You’re… you’re beautiful.” His voice was low and breathy, like I imagined it would be if I were doing far more than studying him.
I gave him my most charming smile. “Aren’t you just precious?”
“I think you’d best come inside,” Laszlo growled.
“I’d like to come inside someone.”
“Manners!” he shouted.
I just loved pushing his buttons, and he made it so easy. “This is all so exciting. We should celebrate.”
Laszlo gave me a look that said that was the last thing he wanted to do. “Roman, take Holden to the drawing room, and I’ll get Kymar some clothes.”
Holden. That was my omega’s name. I liked it. I was going to do so many delightful things to him.
“Do you have any idea how much of a mess you’ve created?” Laszlo asked as he practically dragged me up the stairs.
“I don’t see what the big deal is, Laz.” He hated the nickname, so I used it as often as I could. “The boy certainly doesn’t seem to mind knowing there are dragons in the world.”
“When did you become such a worrier? I remember when you used to love doing flybys with me and scaring the humans.” Those had been the days. Things were so much easier for dragons when we could just take an omega we liked, carry him or her back to our lair, give them the time of their lives, and then be showered with gifts when we returned them to the village unharmed.
“That was centuries ago when they didn’t have the firepower to shoot us out of the sky.”
“Fine, but I want the boy.”
Laszlo shook his head. “You can’t just take him.” He continued on with nonsense about Holden having a human life he needed to attend to. What he needed to attend to right now was my cock, and he looked eager for it. This wasn’t a lifetime commitment, just a good rough fuck or maybe a few days of fucking. I didn’t think once would satisfy the need I had for him. I hadn’t been this interested in an omega in years.
“Are you going to let your mate get back to his human life? And while you’re answering that, you can tell me why you didn’t bother letting the rest of us know you’d found him.”
“Of course I’m not going to let him return to his old life, but that’s different because he’s my mate. As to why I didn’t tell you, I found him just as his heat began. We’ve only just recovered from it, and I haven’t had a chance to explain to him what it means to be a dragon’s mate.”
“Do the others know?”
“Of course not. I wouldn’t tell them and not you.”
That was a relief.
Laszlo laid a hand on my arm. “Did you really think—”
“I thought maybe I’d pissed you off enough that you didn’t want to share that with me.”
“You’re difficult, intentionally so sometimes, but you’re my friend. All us Lonely Dragons agreed to support each other, I just… wasn’t quite ready to share.”
I was touched by his openness and glad to know I hadn’t crossed the line from relentless teasing to actually pissing him off. I wanted to ask him more, like how he’d known Roman was his mate. Was it his smell? Holden smelled really, really good. What if Desmond’s witch really had cast a spell or given him one to cast or how-the-hell-ever witch magic worked? I barely understood dragon magic sometimes, and I’d been using it for nine-hundred and ninety-eight years. Maybe fate was about to bring all of us our mates. “Let’s get back to Holden. He smells absolutely delicious. Do you think he could be my mate?”
Laszlo shook his head. “My mate’s best friend turning out to be your mate… That’s ridiculous.”
My mind agreed, but my heart—and my cock—protested. “Why?”
“It’s just too easy.”
Laszlo loved to make everything more complicated than it needed to be. “Mate or not, I want him. What harm would it do for me to take him home and play with him until we were tired of each other? I promise to return him in good condition.”
My friend huffed and motioned for me to follow him into his dressing room. “You’re not taking him anywhere without his consent.”
As if I would. Had he not seen the boy? He’d looked ready to jump me in the foyer. I was a bit surprised—disappointed—that he hadn’t. “You have my word. Now, can we party instead of making such a fuss?” I took the clothes he offered me and began to dress.
“We’re going to decorate a Christmas tree and enjoy some holiday cookies. Is that too mundane for you?”
“Who doesn’t love Christmas decorating?” I mean, I didn’t love it as much as Laszlo did, but Holden would be there, ripe for seduction. I didn’t think it would take me long at all to convince him to come home with me, and then I wouldn’t be alone in my snowy wonderland, I’d have a luscious young human to help me while away the winter hours. Maybe a few days wouldn’t be enough after all. Maybe I could convince him to stay with me for the whole winter. So he had a human’s responsibilities. Most of those could easily be taken care of with money. And since I’d spent nearly a millennium gathering treasure, I had more than enough for me and a dozen omegas.
2
Holden
I watched Laszlo and Kymar walk up the stairs. My gaze zeroed in on Kymar’s ass, which was just as delicious as the rest of him, round and perfect. I wanted to bury my face between his cheeks. Roman tugged on my arm. “Come
on.”
He ended up towing me down the hall backward. I could not look away from the beautiful dragon. But once we were back in the drawing room—did Laszlo really call it that like we were in some period drama?—some of the fog in my mind seemed to lift, and I began to question everything I’d seen. “Was that real?”
“Apparently.”
“Why didn’t you tell me Laz was a dragon?”
“It’s Laszlo, and I didn’t tell you because you’d think I was crazy and insist I leave him.”
Would I have? Probably, but now that I’d seen… “Kymar was so blue and so…. shiny.” My mind still felt fuzzy enough that I was having trouble putting words together. I felt like I was under a spell. Maybe I was. If dragons were real, why couldn’t spells be.
“I did,” Roman said. “Both in dragon and human form.”
“His cock. OMG.”
Roman sniffed. “Laszlo’s is bigger.”
No way did I believe that, because Kymar was fucking perfect. It was almost unfair for him to be so gorgeous in both forms. And the way he’d looked at me, like he was imagining every wicked, filthy thing we could do together, I’d wanted to strip and offer myself right there on Laszlo’s lawn. I was almost regretting that I hadn’t, but Kymar was coming back. At least I hoped he was, so there was still time. I’d done a lot of adventurous shit with men, but sleeping with a dragon would definitely level me up. Imagining all the thing’s Kymar could do to me had my knees literally weak. I sank onto one of Laszlo’s velvet-covered chairs.
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