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 laughed huskily, murmuring, "No, Bella, not a God, just a very hungry man, and you taste delicious..." Their bodies seemed made for each other, and the fever pitch with which they finally came together had Charlotte screaming from the rooftops.
Scorching heat licked through her body as her orgasm rippled over her skin; the guttural roar signaling Gio's own completion merely fanning the flames as Charlotte clung to him in a mindless frenzy. It was almost too much for her to handle.
Every traitorous beat of her heart confirmed what Charlotte feared; her soul recognized this man, and his soul called to her. She was screwed.
As if sensing her sudden withdrawal Gio propped himself up on his elbows before rolling off of her, his corded muscles bunching in his shoulders as he took a deep shuddering breath.
"No," Charlotte interrupted, "Please, don't say anything, um, I have to go." Then, with a strength that belied her petite frame, she sprung out of bed, her shoulder knocking Gio's ribcage as she scrambled for her clothes.
"It was nice meeting you, Mr. Gio; please pass on my thanks to your worker..."
Charlotte could have sworn the giant man sprawled on the bed growled in her direction, but before she could try to make sense of it, there was a knock on the door, and, chucking her clothes on in record time, she slipped past another giant and shimmied out the door.
"Marcus, if this isn't a life or death situation, it will be your death..."
Gio's movements were angry as he prowled around the room, gathering his clothing. His little mate had left as though the fires of Hell lapped at her heels, and Marcus Lambert, one of his Gamma wolves, blocked his doorway with a mutinous expression on his face.
Marcus's eyes flared briefly as his wolf objected to the threat, but he quickly settled down when he saw the answering gleam in Gio's. Then, slowly and with deliberate movements, Marcus pulled paperwork out of his pockets, his eyes downcast as he handed them to his Alpha.
Donning a pair of shorts, Gio forced himself to put his little mate to the background of his thoughts. Charlotte bore his scent now, so other wolves would know to leave her alone, and his pack would protect her. He would see her return to his side soon enough.
Delgaard industries had a prominent logo of a golden dragon, and the insignia on this letter marked it as being from their company.
Gio felt bile rise in his gut, frustration a bitter taste on his tongue as he scanned the contents.
He had spent months trying to uncover the whereabouts and identity of the scientist contracted to help Ragnar Delgaard with a project that would change the lives of shifters. Countless nights putting his people in danger to roam the streets looking for clues.
This letter revealed it all, and the scientist working for the enemy was none other than Charlotte Ren. His mate.
Charlotte's hands were shaking so badly that she dropped her keys three times before she could unlock the door to her apartment. There was no way she could go to her work in shorts and a t-shirt smelling like sex. The sound of scrabbling paws alerted her to the incoming ball of fury moments before her chihuahuas launched themselves at her tiny frame.
Cheech nipped at her ankles, growling and puffing his little black body up as he went for her shoelaces while Chong hung back, quietly whining.
"I missed you guys too." She crooned, carefully closing the door and locking it out of habit, before heading towards the landline. She was dreading ringing her new workplace to explain the situation, in pg terms, of course. But Charlotte Ren wasn't a procrastinator.
As expected, the boss's PA was less than friendly, denying her the chance to speak to her employer, but Charlotte was sure Amanda would give Mr. Delgaard her message regardless. Despite being a judgemental old cow, the older woman was very efficient at her job.
After feeding her little demons, she scurried into the bathroom. It was her favorite place in her apartment, and she'd decorated it to look like she was under the sea. The spa bath was guaranteed to loosen her limbs and lower her stress levels while she contemplated what just happened.
Cheech and Chong made short work of their food and promptly scratched the door open, padding over to rest on her robe. They were that predictable.
"Alexa, turn on Unleash the dragon," Charlotte commanded as she turned off the mixer and added lavender petals and bath salts. Truth be told, she was a little sore after the porn star sex with a near stranger, and her cheeks tinged pink as she quickly shrugged off the borrowed clothes, sinking into heaven.
Their behavior bordered on animalistic, and yet she'd felt taken care of, protected even.
"Get a grip Charlie," She admonished herself with a chuckle, "It was a one-time thing, no need to go waxing poetic just because he was a God in the sack." Cheech and Chong looked at her with judgmental eyes, causing Charlotte to laugh as the familiar crooning of Sisqo filtered through the air, and she closed her eyes, shutting out the world for a little bit longer as she fantasized about the underground boss and how he'd made her body sing.
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
Ragnar filled the doorway with his mighty size, making the apartment so much smaller as Lazareth and the twins greeted him. He was so worried he failed to notice their strange looks at each other, instead turning directly to Demelza."I'm sorry I've disturbed your home, but I've done something rash, and our healer isn't sure she has the strength to help Charlotte transition.""Wait, what?" Matilda spluttered, "Oh no, please tell me I'm misunderstanding right now?"Demelza looked to Lazareth, who in turn glanced at his King before confirming, "Ragnar has claimed Charlotte and marked her with our royal crest. She belongs with him now."Both twins glared at the mammoth-sized man, who had the grace to flush under their accusing gazes, "Did she consent, Mr. Delgaard?"The silence told Demelza and Matilda all they needed to know."We will have words, you and I," Matilda warned, waving a finger at the King before the witches grabbed what they neede
"Frederico, the kingdom has fallen. We haven't much time!" Lady Lisbeth Delgaard rushed to where the babies lay, sleeping in their crib. Knowing she wasted precious moments-nevertheless, the Dragonlady gazed upon her children. The twins looked so different, yet she loved them equally as fierce. Ragnar took after her with his fiery temper and the telltale bulk that spoke of his dragon heritage. Whereas Gio was smaller, with dark eyes that changed color according to his mood, and there was no doubt that he held his father's wolf genes. Mixed species couples were killed on sight in Desdayos, and as the war reached the inner sanctum, a difficult decision needed to be made.The sound of the door being rammed downstairs caused Lisbeth to grab Ragnar and Gio, holding onto them protectively as Frederico burst into the nursery, "The guards are here, my love. There is no more time." Lisbeth handed Gio over with a gentle kiss, and her eyes filled with tears as she looked at the ma