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  Little Lords

  Book 3: The Dragon Demigods

  Charlene Hartnady

  Copyright © May 2020 by Charlene Hartnady

  Cover Art by Melody Simmons

  Copy Edited by KR

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  Produced in South Africa

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  Little Lords is a work of fiction and characters, events and dialogue found within are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, either living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

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  Contents

  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

  Chapter 16

  About the Author

  Also by Charlene Hartnady

  Excerpt

  1

  Forge

  The steel door to my workshop slowly rolls open. I hold up my hand against the harsh light that streams inside, waiting for my eyes to adjust.

  I brighten up considerably when Miss Sunshine glides inside, the steel doors rolling shut as Ava parks. I drop my wrench on the workbench and grin broadly. I can’t help it. This is my woman. My Oreo. My life.

  “What a nice surprise,” I say as the door to her car opens.

  Ava gets out, and I almost fall on my ass. That dress! She’s so fucking gorgeous. I still can’t believe she’s mine.

  “Not really,” she answers as she closes the car door. “I said that I would pick you up on the way into town.”

  I look at my watch. “You’re a little early.” We’re meeting the guys. Night has some sort of announcement he needs to make. I have a feeling it has to do with the human he’s had up at his house for the last few weeks. I think our biggest opponent to taking mates has fallen down the rabbit hole. I want to laugh, but I can’t since I can’t stop looking at Ava.

  She walks towards me, and my eyes drift down her body.

  Fuck!

  “New dress?” I ask, my throat closing. My balls tightening.

  “Do you like it?” She lifts her brows, giving a twirl.

  “I love it.” My voice is thick. It’s been a couple of days, actually a week – how did that happen? – since we’ve made love. A long-ass time. Too long! I’m feeling each and every one of those days acutely at this moment.

  “It’s not new.” She shakes her head. “I just haven’t worn it before.”

  “Why the hell not?” Her cleavage is deep. The dress is made from some kind of stretchy material. It has buttons all the way up the front. The two at the top look like they might pop open at any second. Her breasts are even fuller now that she is carrying our child. Warmth spreads through me at the thought.

  She shrugs, suddenly looking unsure. “It shows off a little too much boob.” She runs her hands over her chest, and I almost come in my coveralls.

  “Fuck… Oreo, there’s no such thing as too much boob. Trust me on that.” I want to close the distance between us and kiss her soft lips, but I also want to keep watching her because… Man, oh, man.

  She chuckles; it sounds throaty. “Not just that.” She turns to the side. “I’m starting to get a belly.” She runs her hand over her ripening stomach.

  I growl low. I don’t think that there is anything sexier than a pregnant woman. Ava is carrying my child. She’s blossoming. Everything about her is better. That much more incredible. I feel a tightening in my core, just looking at her. That’s not the only place tightening up.

  “I look bloated.” Her face falls. “I hope this phase passes soon. I want to look pregnant.” She’s glancing down at her slightly enlarged abdomen.

  “You look fucking incredible.” My voice is so deep I’m barely comprehensible.

  “Is this the car that’s been keeping you away from me?” She walks over, her hand trailing along the paint lovingly. I get a big hit of her scent. Oreos…but with extra creamy filling. Her scent is so much more pronounced now that she is pregnant. I’m salivating for a taste. I’ve been too focused on the Mustang. How did that happen?

  “I’m nearly done,” I say, clearing my throat. “It needs to be ready in an hour, and I’m not quite there yet.” I can’t stop looking at her. Right now, I don’t give a shit about the car.

  She walks around to the hood, leaning against it, her big brown eyes on mine. “You’ve been coming home late, leaving early. I’ve been desperately lonely.” She licks her lips. I notice how her chest is heaving. How her breasts are threatening to break free, those buttons barely holding on. I can make out her nipples through the tight fabric. They’re plumper than they were before she became pregnant. Holy fuck, but I don’t think she’s wearing a bra. Come to think of it, I don’t think Ava would choose to wear a dress like that for a meeting with my boys. No way. She’s too conservative. I realize that I don’t want her to wear a dress like that. I might have to kill Trident. He’ll look. He’ll react. It will piss me off.

  “You can’t wear that dress!” I growl. It comes out harsher than intended. I’m about to apologize, explain my reasoning, when she smiles. I hadn’t expected this reaction from her.

  Ava doesn’t generally like it when I go all ‘caveman’ on her. “I’m not going to be wearing this dress to the meeting. I wore this for you.”

  For me.

  For.

  Me.

  “I told you. I don’t like how little I’ve been seeing of you. I miss you. I miss us. I’m pregnant. Hormonal, and about ten times hornier than I ever have been in my life…and you’re not there. I couldn’t wait until later or tomorrow. I can’t sit through a meeting with you next to me. I don’t want to wait. I need you right now, but,” she shrugs, “but…you have to finish this car today.” She pouts for a second. “That’s such a pity.” She looks up at me through her lashes.

  “You came dressed like that because you missed me?”

  She nods once, her eyes running down the length of my body. I can see she likes what she sees.

  “You’re here to…seduce me, sweetheart?” I try not to smirk. Fuck, but I love her so damned much.

  She nods once. Her eyes are burning with need. Her cheeks are flushed pink. I can scent her desire.

  “There’s only so much a girl can do for herself.” She licks her lips. I watch the tip of her tongue glide over them. My pants feel tight.

  I swallow thickly. “You’ve been touching yourself?” My voice is a low growl.

  She nods once. “Out of desperation, and it isn’t…it isn’t nearly enough.”

  “Even though the idea turns me on in ways you will never know, that’s fucking unacceptable.” I pull my cell phone out of my pocket. “Simon,” I grunt as my customer picks up the phone on the other side. “Your ride is nearly finished. I know I promised to have it done for you by four, but something important has come up. I can only have your car ready tomorrow morning.”

  He doesn’t sound happy but grudgingly accepts. “See you in the morning,” I say as I put down the phone, my eyes still firmly on Ava’s. I slide
my phone back in my pocket. “Let’s rectify the situation, then,” I murmur as I close the distance between us.

  “That sounds like a plan,” she responds, her voice is husky. “All the books warn about heightened libido being a symptom. Something about increased blood flow to the—” She makes a noise halfway between a squeal and a groan as I spin her around.

  “Put your hands on the hood of the car,” I tell her.

  Her breathing is heavy. Ava does what I ask her. I run my hands up and down her thighs and hips. Perfection. I cup her belly, stroking it lovingly. Then I slowly lift her dress, peeling it up an inch at a time until her ass is bare before me.

  I suck in a breath. “No panties,” I groan.

  “I came prepared.” There is a humorous lilt to her voice.

  “I’m not sure how I feel about that.” Every protective instinct continues to fire when it comes to this woman. My woman. “What if you were pulled over? What if you were in an accident, Oreo?”

  “I’m my own lucky charm.” She looks over her shoulder at me. “Besides, it’s a short drive from our place. I came here for this.” Her voice is husky. “Panties would have gotten in the way.”

  Our place.

  I still love how that sounds. Ava and I live together. We’re engaged to be married. I’m so fucking lucky. “You were sure of yourself.” I cup her ass, a low growl leaving me.

  Ava giggles, the sound is husky.

  “I’m still not sure I like the idea of you driving around without underwear.”

  “Let it go, I was fine,” she goes on. “You pimped my ride, remember? Miss Sunshine has every conceivable safety measure on the planet, in place. From the best airbags to nonslip tires and everything in-between. I have a change of clothing and underwear in a bag in the car. Nothing happened. I’m here.” She pushes her ass out, bumping against my cock, which, despite my admonishing her, is still thick and hard.

  She opens the top button of her dress, revealing more lush cleavage. “I’m not wearing a bra, either,” she purrs.

  I groan. The next button is holding on by some kind of miracle. I realize that I can see her reflection in the windshield of the Mach 1 Mustang. We probably shouldn’t fuck on my customer’s car. I’ve never done anything like this before. I throw her a smile. I know it will be tight. I’m that turned on. Out of all my customers, Simon will understand. He’s still single at fifty-something, and very much a ladies’ man.

  Ava bites down on her lower lip instead of smiling back. Her eyes are filled with need. “I can’t believe I’ve been neglecting you,” I say, pressing my cock against her ass. I still have my coveralls on. “Keep your hands on the hood.”

  She nods once.

  I reach around her and undo another button on her dress. Her heart rate increases, but so does mine. It took a while to convince Ava how sexy I think she is. Especially her lush-as-fuck breasts…but we’re getting there. In fact, we may be there.

  I groan when I undo one more button, and her heavy tits fall out. They’re fuller now, with light blue veins running across them. Her nipples are plumper, darker. So fucking beautiful.

  So sensitive.

  Ava moans as I cup them, as I tweak her nipples until they are tight beneath my palms. I slide a hand down her body, over her slightly curved belly. Down to her clit and her wet channel. She is more swollen there, too. “Shame, sweetheart,” I whisper. “So wet and needy,” I say into the shell of her ear.

  She whimpers, her eyes wide. Her mouth has fallen open. “It won’t take much,” she chokes out.

  “I won’t neglect you again,” I promise, finding her clit and rubbing the tight nub softly.

  She moans.

  With my free hand, I retrieve my phone and dial the front desk.

  Susan, my receptionist, answers on the second ring. “Hi,” I say, my voice gruffer than I’d like. “Please make sure no one interrupts me for the next hour.”

  “Because you’re working hard on the Mustang?” she asks.

  “No disturbances,” I grunt.

  “Forge,” she doesn’t sound happy, “I saw Ava drive round the back.” Susan sighs. “You guys really need to stop having—”

  I disconnect the call and stuff the phone back into my pocket. Then I untie my coveralls and yank them down. My cock leaps out. The not-so-little guy is just as desperate for my woman as I am.

  Ava is moaning and rocking against my hand. I have two fingers inside her and my thumb on her clit. She’s dripping. “You ready, Oreo?”

  “Yes,” she chokes out.

  Our eyes lock in the reflection of the windshield. I see them widen up a whole lot more as I replace my fingers with my cock. I carefully nudge into her. Three strokes and I’m in to the hilt. My balls are in my throat. “So fucking sexy,” I groan as I begin to fuck my beautiful woman using slow, even strokes. I don’t want this to be over too soon. If I go to town, it will last all of ten seconds. I know this from the noises Ava is making. High-pitched. She sounds like she can’t get enough air. Her gorgeous tits are swaying with each stroke. They’re propped up by the dress, which is pulled up around her hips. I put my hands on the hood, alongside hers, and grind my cock into her tight pussy, crouching over her. “Is this what you need?”

  “Yes…oh…oh…oh…yes.” Her eyes are wide, desperate.

  “You want more?” It’s not a question. I can see she does. I can feel it.

  She nods once, groaning as I pick up the pace. Not too fast. Not too hard. Her breasts are jerking forward with every punch of my cock. Holy fuck! My balls are tight. I grit my teeth. Screw waiting! All it takes is the very tip of my finger on her clit. I rub once, twice, and she’s coming apart with a hard yell, her pussy so tight around me it almost hurts. Almost!

  I lean forward and grip the skin at the base of her neck with my teeth. Yes, I’m part animal, and right now, my beast is coming to the fore. Scales pop out on my chest, my muscles bulge, and my cock grows an inch or two.

  Ava shouts my name as she comes a second time. I can’t hold it anymore. It feels like I explode inside her. I grunt loudly, crouching over her, putting my face against her back. My body jerks with the force of my release. I ease off on the movement as we both come down. We’re breathing hard. “Fuck!” I groan. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.”

  She half-chuckles, half-groans, “Maybe we should have short breaks more regularly.”

  I look up, catching her gaze in the windshield. We both laugh.

  “Okay, maybe not,” she says. “Don’t hold out on me for so long again.”

  “I won’t.” I kiss the side of her head and then gently pull out. “Let me get you a towel.”

  “I was thinking you could carry me to the shower.” I have a full, private bathroom in my warehouse. “Maybe we could,” she bobs her brows, “put that shower of yours to good use.”

  “You really are insatiable.” I smile. “I’m not complaining.” I pick her up.

  “Love you, babe,” my woman says.

  I growl, pretending to be mad. I don’t get that particular human endearment. Babe. Even though I complain, I don’t really mind. Ava can call me anything she wants. I don’t care. “Love you too, Oreo,” I whisper.

  2

  Ava

  I’ve never seen Night like this. He seems entirely out of sorts. His face is red. There is sweat on his brow. He doesn’t look anyone in the eyes for very long. I know something important is about to happen because he has a woman at the meeting with us. They’re holding hands under the table. I think it’s sweet. To think that, not so long ago, this fierce shifter demigod was against Forge and me being together. Now look at him. It’s amazing what love can do and how it can change a person.

  Truth be told, I’ve always been a little unsure about Night. Maybe I was wrong about him.

  His jaw suddenly tenses as he pulls in a deep breath. Then he levels his gaze first on Forge and then Rage. “I’m in love with Shannon,” he announces. His voice is gruff. Like he’s daring them to
go against him. He even pauses. No one says anything. Not yet. I can feel the tension simmering. “I’m keeping her,” he adds, narrowing his eyes on Trident. “She is carrying my child.”

  “I knew it!” Forge shouts. He is grinning. “That’s fantastic news.”

  I feel something ease in my chest. I smile too. I am happy for Night. Shannon smiles shyly at him, and his eyes soften as he looks down at her. A moment passes between them. It’s nice to know that there will be another woman to share this journey with me. I have a feeling that Shannon and I will be good friends. She has kind eyes and a warm smile, which she directs towards me, and not for the first time since we arrived.

  “What was that line of bullshit you fed me?” Forge taunts. He’s grinning. I squeeze his leg, trying to get him to shut up. It doesn’t help. He goes on, “Oh yes…something along the lines of ‘it wasn’t the Universe that decided I should become a father, it was having unprotected sex’. I believe you tore me a new one over that, even though we thought Ava was infertile.” He chuckles some more.

  “I’m not getting into it with you, Forge.” Night’s voice is still gruff. “Shannon was supposed to die. For your information, we did have protected sex…mostly.” He mumbles the last, looking sheepish all over again.

  My fiancé all-out laughs.

  “Stop that, babe.” I grab Forge’s arm, but I can’t help smiling. Forge is excited for Night. “Congratulations to both of you,” I say, noting that Shannon’s cheeks are also turning a shade of pink. She throws me a shy smile. Her eyes reflect gratitude. Yes, we are definitely going to be friends.