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  He made straight for his own patio, again glad he didn’t have to go through the main public balcony as was normally customary for a hunt. He carefully placed Jolene on her feet and then shifted as soon as his claws touched the ground.

  Jolene was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. Her hair was in a loose, wind-swept ponytail, her brown eyes wide. He cupped her face in his hands and told her so, capturing her mouth with his. “I love kissing you,” he groaned as he pulled back. “You’re the first female I’ve enjoyed it with.”

  She rolled her eyes. “You’re not supposed to talk about previous conquests.”

  “Why not? You are my last and most important conquest.”

  “And that’s supposed to make it better?” She was smiling.

  “Yes.” He brushed his lips against hers. “Talking about conquests.” He hoisted her into his arms.

  “I need to shower first,” she said as she threaded her hands around his neck.

  “No, you don’t.” He shook his head.

  “We can shower together.” She raised her brows.

  “No!” He shook his head some more.

  “I have boob sweat.”

  Storm choked out a laugh. “I know it’s sick, but I love boob sweat.”

  “Ewwww.”

  “Let me reiterate, I love your boob sweat. I love anything to do with your boobs.” He nuzzled his face into her chest as he walked to the door. Jolene giggled as he opened it with one hand.

  “That’s both really sweet and really gross.” She wrinkled her nose.

  He shrugged. “I like it dirty remember?” He bobbed his eyebrows. “You couldn’t have forgotten already. Besides, I can’t wait to lay you out on my bed.” He dropped her right in the middle of said bed, watching as she bounced once. “So that I can give your pussy another lesson in French.”

  Her smile widened. “Now you’re talking my language.”

  He pulled off her trainers and then her socks. Easy! Slow! Gentle! He had to make this special for her. Not so straightforward when he was shaking with need. When she scented of candied apples. Tart yet sweet. So delicious, it made his mouth water.

  She had already unzipped her jeans and was peeling them down her thighs. He kneeled on the bed and help her get rid of them. Then she unzipped her jacket and pulled off her shirt. Her lacy black bra cupped her tits, showcasing them to perfection. Jolene thrust out her chest and giggled as she caught him gaping at her. "I did warn you about the boob sweat." She said as she unclasped the garment, letting all that lushness free.

  “Fuck but you’re sexy,” Storm growled and he pulled her legs over his shoulders. “Even your pussy is a thing of beauty,” he said as he looked down at all that loveliness between her lush thighs

  “So crass, Golden Boy.”

  “Good thing you love it, Sweet Lips,” he said as he buried his face in her folds. Stormed licked, sucked and possibly threw in a nip or two for good measure. When his hands joined the party, his sweet little human soon came crashing down, yelling his name as she did.

  Finally.

  Finally.

  It was time. Storm pulled off his pants and crawled over Jolene, caging her with his body. Her breasts were pressed against his chest. Her heels dug into his back. His cock lined up with her wet center. He longed to drive himself into her.

  Her hands draped around his neck. Her breathing was still labored from coming not half a minute ago. Her eyes were hazy, her cheeks flushed. Gorgeous.

  Vibrating with need, Storm sank his tip inside her with a hard grunt. He leaned in to capture her mouth. To plunder it. Jolene moaned as he sank deeper inside, easing out to slowly, ever so slowly sink deeper and deeper. In and out using infinite care. He broke the kiss, moving to her neck, her ear. Jolene moaned some more.

  Slow.

  Easy.

  Deep.

  “You feel amazing,” he whispered. “Are amazing.” He lifted her legs, angling himself deeper. Jolene cried out.

  Bingo.

  It took everything in him not to fuck her. To make her come then and there. His balls pulled up just thinking of doing it. Worship. Worship. Dammit. This was about her. Slow. Slow. There. Right fucking there. Jolene dug her nails into his back and groaned. Her thighs clamped tight. She made these noises, but fuck, he was also making ridiculous noises. Grunts and groans. Pure ecstasy and pure torture rolled into one.

  Poised just above her, his face an inch or two from hers. Her eyes were at half-mast, hazy with pleasure. Her lips. Rosy, parted and slightly swollen. Fuck, those lips. He loved them. Loved her so much. His heart swelled with the emotion. He brushed a kiss against her mouth. In and out. His balls so high and so tight, it hurt. His orgasm there. Just there. So was hers, he could feel her legs vibrate. Her nipples were hard against his chest.

  He smiled. At least, he hoped it looked like a smile, his skin felt too tight. “Are you going to come for me?” he asked, his voice a deep, panted rasp.

  She sort of smiled back, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering closed. “Are you going to make me?” she moaned.

  “Yes.” He ran his teeth along her throat, every instinct told him to sink them into her. To mark. To take. Not yet. He nipped, biting without breaking the skin.

  Excitement coursed through him as he nipped some more. It felt so good, so right. He thrust harder, just that tiny bit faster. He felt Jolene’s body tense beneath him. Every muscle, every sinew, every fiber pulled tight. He pulled back so he didn’t accidentally bite her. He wanted to watch her take her pleasure. Storm looked into her eyes. Her nails dug into him. They widened for a moment, then rolled back and her jaw turned slack. Her pussy clamped around him. It couldn’t be helped. His body took over, jerking into her hard, milking her. He groaned her name as he spilled himself inside her. Jolene yelled his name and something incoherent as well. He kept going until she was completely spent, then he rolled on his back, pulling her lifeless body into his arms. If she wasn’t breathing so heavily he might think she was dead.

  She moaned.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, feeling concerned.

  No answer.

  “Did I hurt you?” He swept the hair from her face. “I thought I was being careful,” he added.

  Jolene smiled and lifted her head a little to look at him. She looked drunk. “I’m fine,” she half-slurred. “Better than fine.” She let her head drop back on his chest. Then she giggled, still sounding drunk. “That was amazing.”

  He caressed her hair. He couldn’t help himself. He had to. “Was it the best?”

  She laughed, lifting her head so she could squint at him. “Yes, okay. Yes, dammit. It was the best.”

  “Yes!” he yelled, fist-punching the air. “That was the first time I’ve ever made love to anyone ever.” He chuckled. “I can’t believe you thought it was the best. I think it needs work,” he grumbled the last.

  “Oh I’ve come much harder but that was the best.” She kissed him on the chest.

  “What?” He sat up, dragging her up too. “Are you telling me one of your loser ex-boyfriends did a better job?” Jealousy burned. It ate at him. It clawed him from the inside out. “At least I have a very long time to change your mind.” The thought helped but not much.

  Jolene smiled. She leaned in and cupped his jaw. “No silly. I was talking about you.”

  Storm frowned. “That doesn’t make any sense. I made you come the hardest, but I wasn’t the best?”

  “Exactly.” She shook her head. “Not until right now. This was the first time you put any emotion in the act. The first time it was more than just fucking. It was amazing. So special.” She bit down on her bottom lip, her eyes glassy.

  “It was special to me too. I wanted to make love to you before. I wanted to really badly but…I couldn’t.”

  She put her arms around him. “It wasn’t the right time.”

  “No.” He shook his head.

  “So, are we mated?” Her eyes shone. “It works with biting, right?”

  “Not yet,” he said. “It’s not something we have to rush into. I have to bite you, as in draw blood, before it’s official.”

  Her eyes clouded just a little. “You do still want to, don’t you?”

  “Oh yes. Very fucking badly.” He kissed her. “I don’t want to rush though. Did you like it? My teeth on you?”

  She nodded. “Yes, it felt really good. Like crazy good.”

  “You are supposed to have a spot on your neck, an erogenous zone.” He licked his lips and she tracked the movement.

  “Oh really?” She raised her brows.

  “When I find it, you’ll beg me to bite you. I mean to really bite you.”

  “Will I now?” She looked at him from under her lashes.

  “Yes, you most certainly will.” He nodded once.

  “Leaves us with a bit of a dilemma then.” She cocked her head.

  He loved and hated where this was going. This female. “What dilemma would that be, Sweet Lips?”

  “Well, I have this little rule.”

  Fuck! “What rule is that?” He traced the underside of her breast with the tip of his finger.

  “I don’t beg.” She shook her head.

  “Not ever?”

  “Never.”

  “Can’t or won’t?” he asked. He was so in love. So much so that he was going to have to make Beck punch him later. Hard!

  “Both.”

  “I guess I’ll have to change your mind about that.” He squeezed her nipple softly, loving how her pupils dilated.

  “Not happening.” She shook her head.

  “Want to bet?”

  “I don’t have to.”

  “I will change your mind and you will beg me to bite you.” He leaned in and suckled on her nipple.

  Jolene moaned as he released her. “Says who?’ She was breathing heavily, her eyes glinting. The challenge in them apparent.

  He smiled. “Your body, Sweet Lips, your body tells me so.”

  “Too bad my body isn’t in charge, Golden Boy.”

  He looked up and into her gorgeous eyes. Game on! Jolene was going to beg him, and he was going to love the hell out of making her.

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  The Chosen Series:

  1# Chosen by the Vampire Kings

  2# Stolen by the Alpha Wolf

  3# Unlikely Mates

  4# Awakened by the Vampire Prince

  5#Mated to the Vampire Kings (Short Novel)

  6#Wolf Whisperer (Novella)

  7# Wanted by the Elven King

  The Program Series (Vampire Novels):

  Book 1: A Mate for York

  Book 2: A Mate for Gideon

  Book 3: A Mate for Lazarus

  Book 4: A Mate for Griffin

  Book 5: A Mate for Lance

  Book 6: A Mate for Kai

  Book 7: A Mate for Titan

  The Bride Hunt Series (Dragon Shifter Novels):

  Book 1: Royal Dragon

  Book 2: Water Dragon

  Book 3: Dragon King

  Book 4: Lightning Dragon

  Book 5: Forbidden Dragon

  Book 6: Dragon Prince

  Water Dragons (Spin-off to The Bride Hunt):

  Book 1: Dragon Hunt

  The Shifter Night Series:

  1# Untethered

  2# Unbound

  3# Unchained

  The Feral Series:

  Book 1: Hunger Awakened

  Book 2: Power Awakened

  Demon Chaser Series (No cliffhangers):

  Book 1 Omega

  Book 2 Alpha

  Book 3 Hybrid

  Book 4 Skin

  Demon Chaser Boxed Set Book 1-3

  Excerpt

  The Bride Hunt

  Royal Dragon

  Chapter 1

  They were damned either way. Whether the lesser kings accepted the proposal or not.

  Damned.

  The word rolled around in his mind. It made his gut churn and left a bad taste in his mouth. Coal looked at each of the four males, from one to the next. All of them were powerful specimens. Pure royal blood ran through their veins. Their golden chest markings were testament to that. As was his own. He felt such pride at being a royal prince, at being a fire dragon.

  Granite, the earth king, had dark hair and even darker eyes, like polished onyxes, much like his own. There were also flecks of black within his chest marking, to show that he was an earth dragon. Of his personality, it was known far and wide that he was both strong and a hothead.

  Then there was Torrent, the water king. His hair was so light it was almost white. His eyes as blue as the ocean itself. Flecks of green could be found in his golden chest markings to represent their element. The male was excessively arrogant but likeable, an odd combination.

  Thunder had eyes the color of amethyst jewels. As the air king, the blue flecks within his golden markings were definitely prominent. Though normally calm, the male looked agitated at the moment. This meeting needed to run smoothly. Coal only hoped that the males would accept the proposal put forward by his brother, the fire king. Blaze was the strongest of the dragons. His eyes were like emeralds. He, like Coal and the rest of the fire dragons, could breathe fire, which gave them a superior advantage over the others. Their golden markings were pure.

  The air king held the platinum goblet with such a grip that Coal was sure it would crush at any moment. His face was red. Scales were visible through the golden tattoo on his chest, making more blue bleed through. A sure sign that he was moments away from changing.

  “No,” Thunder growled. The word was accompanied by a billow of smoke. It left his mouth in a lazy, curling tendril, at complete odds with the male who expelled it. The air king was fire-breathing mad. Such a pity for him that a bit of useless smoke was all he could produce. Thunder had better watch his step. Blaze looked relaxed as he leaned back in his chair, but Coal knew better. His brother was not as calm as he seemed. The slight tic in his jaw was evidence of that.

  The air king clenched his teeth together for a few long moments, clearly trying to get himself back under control. Best he do that, and quickly. Blaze would not tolerate such outbursts, even from another king. “You can forget about having one of the air females. The agreement was, your sister for one of my tribe. A fair trade.”

  The earth and water kings moved restlessly in their chairs, as did the princes at their sides. They were not privy to the arrangement that had been made between the fire and the air kingdoms. Had the agreement worked out, it would have put both fire and air at the top of the food chain, with their own tribe, fire, as the solid leaders over the four kingdoms. As it stood though, they were still at the head of the game despite the deal falling apart at the last minute.

  Blaze twisted the ring on his finger. “I will agree to the three of you taking human mates on the condition that I get to have one of the fertile dragon females.” His green eyes blazed. He dropped his hands back at his sides. There was not a single sign of tension in his body. Not true. There it was again, that tic. Only, you had to know where to look and if you blinked you might miss it.

  Thunder laughed. There was no humor to the sound. “You are an arrogant bastard.” The male turned serious in an instant. “We are going to take humans whether you like it or not.”

  “Do that, and I will destroy you.” Blaze’s voice was even. “That goes for all of you.” He let his gaze go from one king to the next before returning to Thunder.

  The other two kings didn’t say a word. Although Coal wasn’t sure if it was because they knew their places. Something was brewing and it was clear that these three had discussed this amongst themselves at length.

  Thunder leaned forward in his chair. “You are going to single-handedly destroy our species. Just because some human female broke your heart doesn’t—”

  “Say one more word and I’ll kill you, so help me …” Blaze stood, tension radiated off of him. On the upside, that pesky tic was gone. He and Thunder stared at each other for what felt like a long time. Coal had to work to remain outwardly calm. To refrain from fidgeting like the others. He was the fire prince and heir to the throne, should anything happen to Blaze.

  “This is how it’s going to go down,” Blaze said, his voice still calm and even. “I’m going to take one of your sisters; the rest of you can take humans. If it works out, we’ll allow more of our males to take them as well.” He sat back down.

  Thunder shook his head. He ran a hand through his hair. His blue eyes were bright and filled with a multitude of emotions including anger, frustration and longing.

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