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 a niche in the market as they were ignorant of the reality that supernatural's roamed the streets alongside them. If Ragnar could hire a scientist who could crack Mr. Ren's formula, then werewolf bites would no longer be a threat to Dragonkind.
Ragnar's mother had been ambushed as she walked home from the park a few days ago, leaving her with half a dozen wolf bites. She managed to fend them off in human form because transforming was forbidden in public areas, and she'd had to drag herself home on two legs. By the time Ragnar got there, Lisbeth was pale and gasping for breath.
Now his mother was held in a coma, her heart rate slowed by the healers to stop the venom spreading, and the search for that formula became his number one priority.
He glanced at his watch again and snorted in frustration-where on earth could she be?
"Tell me to stop this, and I'll walk out that door, but if you let me kiss you right now, you're mine till the morning."
Charlotte bit her bottom lip, torn on what to do. Giovani Lupe called to her on such a carnal level that she was fair panting with lust-on the other hand, she had always prided herself on making logical decisions, and spending the night with a man she didn't know was as far from logical as she could get...but oh what fun it would be.
Screw being sensible.
With her heart in her throat, she unbuttoned her blouse, watching his eyes turn molten with lust. Charlotte reached for her bra as the silk fell to the floor, but Gio beat her to it.
"How attached are you to your clothes?" He growled softly in between toe-curling kisses, and when Charlotte shrugged her shoulders to say she didn't care, either way, Gio tore the bra from her body. Before Charlotte had a chance to react, her skirt followed suit, and Gio moaned deeply as he discovered she hadn't worn panties.
"Fuck me. You blow my mind."
Somewhere deep inside, bookish Charlotte was screaming that this wasn't her, but her libido had kicked into high drive, and there was no turning back now. She wanted this man with an intensity that wouldn't be denied.
Gio picked her up as though she weighed nothing, his muscles bunching as he strode over to his desk, quickly clearing it with his free hand. Then he sat Charlotte down and pushed her legs apart before diving in like her pussy was his last meal. This time when he growled, the vibrations shot straight to her clit, making her scream with the intensity of it. He was relentless with his tongue, and it wasn't long before her body was trembling, desperate for release. Gio tugged at her clit, and then sucked it in; simultaneously, he inserted a finger into her drenched pussy and crooked it, finding her g spot immediately. Charlotte shattered. She wasn't this person, the woman sitting on a stranger's desk-completely naked while his head was buried between her legs. But this encounter was surreal. Deep within her inner psyche, she recognized Gio. It was like welcoming a piece of her back home. As she came back down from her high, Charlotte could have sworn she heard him whisper, "My mate, my heart." But his lips were closed when she checked.
"Are you ready to leave?" He asked, rummaging around in a drawer. Gio retrieved a light cotton top and a pair of shorts that looked to be the right size, handing it to her as he waited for Charlotte to answer.
"I thought you promised me all night?" She said softly, earning a heated stare for her troubles, and he hauled her into his arms, "I'll give you all night, my insatiable woman, but I'd prefer it to be in my bed."
Her cheeks stained red, and not for the first time, Charlotte cursed her french father for having fair skin. Even though she was half Filipino, Charlotte had inherited her father's tendency to blush deeply in a stroke of bad luck. As she tried to put on the clothes, Gio began nuzzling her neck, kissing and nipping playfully, and she couldn't help but giggle, easily distracted by this sexy man. As his lips lowered to the sensitive area between her neck and collarbone, a frisson of something important danced through her mind, but Charlotte couldn't grasp it in time.
She felt the moment Gio bit her, causing Charlotte to gasp at the pleasure and pain, and she was shocked that she enjoyed it.
"Just a taste," He whispered huskily, more to himself than anyone else, and then his tongue laved at the tiny love bite. Charlotte couldn't think straight, following him as he grabbed her hand, helping her to the ground. "Do you trust me?" He asked, looking intensely at her, and Charlotte found herself nodding, "Yes, I really do." The smile that he bestowed upon her then rivaled the sun, and he tugged her behind him as they left the office together.
"How is she?" Ragnar asked as he took off his jacket and loosened his tie, throwing both on the armchair beside Lisbeth's bed. He was in a devil of a mood after his new employee stood him up, and his day just got worse from there. A new Alpha had taken over leadership underground, and he was a worthy adversary. As his pack members called him, the boogeyman turned a bunch of ragtag wolves into cunning criminals, and he was robbing Delgaard Industries blind. Today a prototype of the synthetic serum procured from their competitor was high jacked right from under Ragnar's nose. All because he was waiting at the test site for Charlotte Ren instead of in his office where he belonged.
"No change, my lord." The healer replied without taking her eyes off Lisbeth, and suddenly he felt like the room was crushing him. "I need some air," he muttered, striding towards the door, and he left the room without glancing back.
In the privacy of his own bedroom, Ragnar finally succumbed to his pain.
"I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this," he whispered to himself, "Typhon, if you can hear me, I'm begging you, don't make me carry this alone. I'm tired, and the years have grown long. Send me someone to love, who loves me back before I'm no longer capable of it."
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
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