Bite Me

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A Curvy Girl and Dragon Shifter Romance
She’s stolen a soul… and his heart.
Ky Puru is the best chance anyone has to get the soul of the Golden Dragon Wyvern back. Nothing will stand in his way - not demons, not witches, not even the king of hell himself. There’s only one problem. Jada, the thief, is a succubus...and his true mate.
Jada needs to get away from her coven and find a life she can call her own. If it involves baked goods instead of blood, that would be great. But, that's not going to happen, and this sexy dragon warrior that wants to claim her as his mate is the reason why.
Neither Ky nor Jada ever thought they would have a true mate, and they may not get that chance when an evil foe attacks and will do everything he can to make sure no dragon ever gets to find their fated mate or fall in love.
This dragon alpha and his curvy succubus mate will have go to hell and back, literally, for their chance at their own happy ever after.
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Too many demons in the kitchen spoils the soup. Or in this case donuts.
A batch of carbtastic sugary bombs of delicious-ness sizzled away in the fryer, while Jada dreamed of all the decadent toppings she would put on them.
Chocolate frosting, check.
Maple cream, check.
Rainbow sprinkles. Ew, gross.
Toffee chunks. Yep.
Caramel drizzle, double check.
Some B positive, AB neg, or how about some good ol' O universal? Hells to the no.
That’s what Leon wanted. It was what he always wanted. But, not only for himself. For her too.
Her father shouldn’t be in the kitchen of the sum-mer rental harassing her anyway. He didn’t even like sugar or cooking or kitchens. He didn’t like anything but sex and blood.
The scent of vanilla and cinnamon wafted through the air and smelled almost as good as the humans Jada waiting in the great room.
The rest of her coven was already playing with their prey. Seducing and taunting, testing and tast-ing, picking out the right one to satisfy their darkest urges.
The men and women Leon had lured to the ocean-side mansion were wanting and willing. A night of sexual carousing with the most sensual summer resi-dents of the Cape was enough to tempt these unsus-pecting humans to their doom. That and Leon’s hyp-notic incubus allure.
Jada smelled their growing arousal already. Its dark, rich, deliciousness sang to her core.
Her heart jumped, racing to catch up with the oth-ers.
A pulsing beat pushed between her legs.
Her mouth watered.
She wanted to sink her teeth into… a donut. Pure chocolate glaze running down her throat, hot and sweet. She’d take the sugar high over blood lust all day, every day, twice on Sundays.
It was the little lies she told herself that got her through the days and long, long nights.
“Jada, why do you waste your time on these hu-man treats when there are so many delicious humans to be our treats?”
God damn it. A few more minutes and the most perfect batch of her yumtastic feast would be ready. “Go away, Leon.”
He propped himself against the kitchen island and crossed his arms. “Now, now, is that any way to talk to your maker?”
As if he cared how she spoke to him. He only cared that her absence from the nightly orgies was sowing discontent amongst the coven.
He could take his fatherly disapproval and shove it up his donut hole.
“I’m not going to your Bacchanalia. Not tonight, not ever again. I’m done with human blood.”
“Yes, yes. You say that every few years.” He cracked his knuckles one by one.