Muscles rippled as the fighters tore into each other. Gio watched from his private box as the underground wolves placed bets on their favorites, his lips set in a hard line as he surveyed his empire. He had long ago lost count of the years, knowing only that due to some freak genetics that his father wouldn't explain, Gio hadn't aged like the other wolves. Con was in his seventies now, and although that was still considered young in shifter terms, the wrinkles were slowly making themselves known. Gio didn't look a day over twenty. It was as though someone took a snapshot of him in his prime and built an alternate reality around it—a reality where the Alpha never grew old.
Frederico Lupo had succumbed to the rigors of age a year ago. Leaving the underground empire and all it's interests to Gio-and that was the day his young adulthood officially ended. He had to be more ruthless than his father ever was, dominating the fight ring and becoming a boogeyman to his peers. Gio needed to be untouchable to rule the cutthroats deferring to him.
"Gio!" Con called from downstairs, "you're needed, boss."
'When aren't we needed?' His wolf Alphonso growled in the recesses of his mind. But although he was wary, the Alpha stood up, carrying his powerful body with grace as he moved quickly to the door that would see him downstairs.
"Talk to me, Con," he murmured as they walked through the crowds baying for blood. Con walked with a limp thanks to the dragon hoards last breach attempt- but the wolves had prevailed, taking the victory as they breathed in fresh air from the topside before risking a trip to the human grocers for supplies.
"The patrol has captured a human in the fourth quarter down by the dock entrance-pretty wee thing- but she says she got lost. I thought you should deal with it."
Gio nodded. It was rare for a human to venture so far out from the city, but it occasionally happened. Put bluntly; they were a pain in the arse.
It wasn't until they were heading along the railway tracks using the shortcut to Gio's office that the Alpha noticed the sweet smell of wildflowers. "Mmm, how did you manage to get flowers to grow in this godforsaken place Con?" Gio asked, and his friend looked at him in confusion, "Aye? What are you on about? I don't smell anything." The scent only grew more pronounced as he got closer to his office, and by the time he reached the door, it was overwhelming, "Can you seriously not smell that?"
"Gio, seriously, smell what?" His best friend countered as he opened the door for the boss. Before Gio even entered the room, his wolf howled so loudly he shook from the intensity, but the words that spilled from Alphonso's mouth was the last thing the Mafia kingpin expected. Alphonso puffed out his chest and yelled..."MATE!"
Charlotte took a wrong turn somewhere. At twenty-two, having lived here all of her life, she should've known her way around. But Delgaard industries had its labs on the other side of the city, and somewhere along the way, she'd become horribly disorientated. Not a good start to the first day in a new job. In a further case of bad luck when she'd gone to check her phone, Charlotte had been jostled from behind and watched as it sailed over the dock into the water. The man who'd caused her to drop it apologized profusely and insisted she meet his boss to come to some arrangement about compensation. So here she sat.
Charlotte could hear voices coming down the hall, and self-consciously smoothed her pencil skirt and made sure her buttons were neatly aligned before the door opened.
"Gio, seriously, what smell?"
An older gentleman walked in first, and she was reminded of one of the wiseguys in those gangster movies. He carried himself well, no signs of Osteoporosis, and had all his teeth when he smiled, as he was doing now.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," He started, "But Mr. Lupo was engaged in other business, and it took me a while to find him."
"That would be me," A deep voice said smoothly, and when Charlotte located the source of that voice, her whole world was rocked on its hinges.
The word gorgeous seemed inadequate to describe the specimen framed in the doorway. He was tall, maybe just over six foot, with dark silky hair and hazel eyes. Charlotte's mouth watered at the clear outline of his broad shoulders, filling out his suit in all the right places, and the way his waist tapered in, providing a tantalizing insight to how wide his back must be. It wasn't until she managed to rake her eyes back up to the man's face that Charlotte realized she'd been caught staring.
His eyes were blazing with a carnal hunger as he ushered the older gentleman out of the room and made sure to close the door after him. Then he smiled, and Charlotte's heart went crazy.
"I'm Giovanni Lupo, Gio for short, and you are?"
Flustered, that's what she was, but somehow Charlotte managed to respond like a normal human being. "Hello, Mr. Lupo. My name is Charlotte Ren." Christ, kill me now! she thought privately as Gio's lips twitched in amusement. As the man casually walked behind his desk, Charlotte felt the sheer power of his magnetism. He walked like a predator, seductive and sure of himself, and that drew Charlotte in immediately. She'd always been a sucker for a dominant man.
"How can I help you today, Charlotte?" Gio asked as he sat in his chair, steepling his fingers while his hungry eyes beckoned her. And Charlotte gave her libido a quick talking to before she replied. "One of your workers accidentally bumped me this morning and knocked my phone into the water. He insisted I come down here and mentioned that his boss might be able to help me with my phone- his name was Henry."
Gio grinned, and Charlotte's ovaries sighed lustfully. She really needed to get laid-her trusty silver bullet was no longer cutting the mustard.
"Of course," his husky voice answered before opening a drawer and withdrawing a cash box, "How much was your phone worth?"
Charlotte couldn't seem to answer. Something strange was happening, and as a scientist, the burning need to know why was causing her problems. There was a connection to Gio that she hadn't felt with any other man, and her brain was short-circuiting while other parts of her anatomy grew wetter with each passing minute. When Gio looked up with a puzzled frown and seemed to sniff the air, the game changed completely.
He rose from his desk abruptly, and she could've sworn she head Gio growl, then he was closing the blinds, a primal hunger causing his physique to tremble. Charlotte's brain documented all of this and saved it to memory as he stalked up to her, yanking her up from her own chair.
"I can smell your arousal, woman, and it's driving me insane."
Ragnar looked at his watch, impatience written all over his face as he waited for the new employee. She was reputed to be the best in her field- yet tardiness in science was rarely tolerated, and she had kept him waiting for almost forty minutes. This was the problem with hiring humans. If it weren't for her father's name and where he worked, Ragnar wouldn't bother with her. But he desperately needed that formula. Dr.Ren was the first to invent a serum that reversed the effects of lethal bites. After a few modifications, he was able to tailor the serum to any poison he chose, and Ragnar needed it to keep him ahead of his competitors and save his mother. In this century, humans were at the forefront of medical breakthroughs. Thanks to the neverending war between dragons and werewolves, their test supplies kept getting stolen en route. Wolves had resorted to crime to fund their underground research, while dragons dipped into their private treasure to help fund theirs. Humans had found
Charlotte was on fire, burning from the inside out. How they got to Gio's quarters was a blur, as the sexual haze she was in blinded her to anything that wasn't him-and Charlotte couldn't care less. For the first time in her life, she felt like a sexual being and not just a brain. It was addictive. Gio's clothes littered the floor as he stripped in a rush, unable to keep his hands off of her for long, and with confidence she didn't know she had, Charlotte lay on the bed and spread her legs wide in invitation. The growl that came from Gio's throat was animalistic, and his eyes were drowning in lust as he crawled up the bed, pushing her legs wider before burying his head in her pussy. Charlotte moaned in ecstasy as his talented tongue parted her wet folds and began to lick her like ice cream, pausing at the top every now and then to suck on her clit."Oh my God," She panted as he slowly inserted a finger into her, pulsing it in and out as she shamelessly fucked his hand. He lau
Ragnar wasn't used to feeling impatient. He resisted the urge to look at his watch, turning instead to gaze out the window of his high-rise office. The scientist had sent her apologies explaining how she found herself lost amongst the underground hubbub yesterday; it was a perfectly reasonable explanation, and yet he felt himself grinding his teeth. There was something about the breathless quality of her voice on the phone... "Maybe I need to spread my wings," He told himself, shrugging off the nagging feeling that something big was about to change for him, and then he smelled her. With undertones of freshly fallen rain, the light honey-sweet aroma of dragonfruit filled his nostrils, pulling Ragnar's dragon to the surface...Mate... The door swung open in slow motion as his secretary announced the scientist's arrival, and in the span of a deeply drawn breath, Ragnar's world turned on its axis. Even in a lab coat with glasses perched on her button nose
Con was still laughing as Gio downed his third shot of tequila. Being interrupted before he could fully claim his mate had called forth all the fury of hell as the Alpha wolf barrelled out of his apartment, running straight into his best friend. No other wolf would have been able to calm him down, but years of dealing with Gio's legendary temper had prepared Con well. It didn't take much to guess the cause for the boss's foul temper either. So, after a few wrecked pylons and some walls that would need further reinforcement, the two found themselves at the bar. Con was nursing a suspected broken rib, but he'd have to see the medic later; right now, he couldn't risk letting Gio out of his sight."...Fuck! Why would she just up and leave like that?"Con almost swallowed his tongue in his effort not to answer that with a smart retort, knowing he would probably be signing his death warrant in doing so. But his features shook with suppressed mirth as Gio eyed him warily, pou
Lazareth gently lay the Queen on the plush cushions as the Demaggio twins set themselves against the dragon-proof doors. It was a frightening sight to see Ragnar barrelling after him like a bat out of hell and the first guard fully intended to throw back a few shots of whisky as soon as the opportunity presented itself. From under impossibly long lashes, Lazareth gazed upon Demelza as she fussed with her potions. She was an enigma, and he was intrigued by the soft-spoken witch. Though they had only a handful of conversations, Lazareth found himself thinking of Demelza in the wee morning hours when he should have been fast asleep, her gentle smile pulling him wordlessly towards her."Lazareth, are you okay?"Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Lazareth walked over to the women, noting that one of them must have muted the caterwauling happening beyond the door as only dull thuds were coming through."I'm fine; it's Ragnar I'm worried about. He's going to do hi
Gio felt the skin across his shoulderblades undulate and knew his wolf was close. Con looked unharmed at the woman's feet, but who knew for sure? If she could sneak up on two wolves in alert mode, who knew what else she was capable of. "You must be looking for Charlotte?" The stranger remarked, tilting her head to the side, and Gio had the sensation of being knocked off balance. Here was one of the very few people who were still able to take him by surprise, and it wasn't a good feeling. The feral sensation began to recede as they slowly regarded each other. " Well, I'm Matilda, one of Charlotte's friends, and you must be the Alpha? Oh right, where're my manners? It's hazardous for you out here in the open, so I suggest we catch up at my apartment with your permission. Sound good?" Gio nodded, and the world spun briefly, releasing a panicked growl from his throat. When he opened them again, they were standing in a home. The woman-Matilda busie
Have you ever felt like the world you occupied was just a mirage? One that you are forced to live in until you've learned all the lessons you need to begin living? As Charlotte fell, time rewound, and the sensation of flying saturated her senses. Being caught by strong arms that made her skin sizzle put her in exactly that place.A guttural roar burst from Ragnar's chest as his skin made contact with hers, and Charlotte could only describe the sensation as being akin to coming home. Without thinking, she curled into his muscular frame as if she'd done it countless times before and Ragnar breathed deeply, tightening his hold on her."What is this?" Charlotte murmured, feeling starstruck, and a deep chuckle was her only answer.The door opened, and Demelza bustled through, looking flustered, "What are you doing here?" Charlotte asked in surprise, subtly trying to leave her boss's embrace, and Ragnar growled, letting her know it was futile."Well, um, that i
It was a strange sensation, halfway between dizziness and being shocked by something with a lot of voltage. All Charlotte could do was lie there, and wonder how she came to be in this state. The scientist in her didn't want to rest with so many unanswered questions, but her body needed to take it easy. There was a change taking place in her chemical makeup, a transformation she didn't even remember asking for. And it was a huge one. Sighing internally, Charlotte gave herself over to it once more and floated off into the darkness. "Make sure she stays safe," Ragnar ordered wearily, and Lazareth nodded, having just returned from walking Demelza home. After being summoned by the King, the last thing he expected was to find Charlotte in the throes of dragon change, and he realized bleakly that Demelza might never forgive him for this. Titan stood by the young lady's head, her hands glowing a deep purple as the skilled healer tried her best to help navigate Charlotte's transition