Falk Clan Tales

Callius Falk looked around the throne room with thinly veiled disgust in his golden eyes. At the sound of a throat clearing, one of his brothers no doubt, he stilled himself. It wasn’t easy, but he bit back his anger.This was no time for pride. Callius knew what he needed to do. He exhaled and dropped soundlessly to his knees. The cold, hard floor seeped through his leather pants, but he barely felt it. His mind was on more important matters.He dipped his head low, placing himself at the feet of Dragomir, Chief Dragon of the Blackthorne Clan. His warden these last five centuries. It was symbolic of his subservience to the tyrant.True, he was the stronger of the two, but he’d never get the chance to prove it. The Blackthorne Clan had over one hundred Dragons in the hold alone. Each was sworn to defend Dragomir, and each would die at his behest. Regardless of how lowly the man was. Service above all.Dragomir’s silver hair was his greatest prize. It hung long, way past his kne

Fred filled order after order of cutesy named Valentine’s Day drinks. She would never admit it, but she wished, for just one moment, that she was one of the girls on the receiving end of one of these Shotz-Thru-the-Heart or Kiss-Me-Nows. Those were the days, when she could just have some fun. Not worry about what came next. Back when she still believed in true love and happily-ever-afters.Not anymore. She was still reeling from her latest relationship disaster. Her live-in boyfriend, Josh, literally skipped out on her. No note, no phone call, not even a text. He was just gone. Poof. Like magic. Only it wasn’t magic. It was a con. One she should have seen coming. You should have known better, Fred.Not only did he disappear without a trace, but he also stole every cent she’d saved the last few years. He emptied their joint bank account, packed up, and took off. He even took her new memory foam pillows. The jerk.Then, as if that wasn’t bad enough, her new landlord paid her a visi

Callius was mesmerized by this female. Her entire aura seemed to light up the dim establishment, beckoning to him like a siren. He felt the pull like it was something physical. As if he were a fish on a hook. When he finally laid eyes on her, she stole the breath from his body.He wanted to go to her, to pick her up in his arms and take her far from this place. From the prying eyes of all, especially the men who frequented this establishment. He could sense most of their intentions and they were not at all honest.He’d tear the heart out of any who did more than just approach her for more than just a drink. Even then, it took an enormous amount of restraint not to act on his instincts. He managed it though. Barely.He used the time to study her. She tended the bar with quick efficiency. Her banter with the patrons was easy and honest. She was no stranger to hard work. He admired that in her. The last time he was free to pursue a female, things were much different. Noble maidens d

He licked a hot trail from her collarbone to her mouth and touched his lips to hers. Oh, my God. Fred drove her tongue inside of his spicy hot mouth. Holding him there with her hands while she explored the sweet cavern of his mouth. She couldn’t get enough of the taste of him.Electricity sizzled between them. Like little bolts of lightning dancing along her nerve endings. The world stopped and spun round again. She thought she even heard her Wolf howl.His lips were spicy and sweet, like a bite of 70% chocolate and a sip of Bordeaux. A dark sort of delicious that went straight to her head.His hands roamed over her body with free reign. She allowed him access to her secrets without any reservations. His tongue and teeth teased her mouth until she was almost mindless with need. She wanted him, craved him. Fred couldn’t hold back any longer, she wrapped one leg around his hips and pulled him close.If he could, then so could she. She steered him deeper into the small backroom. H

“Well, I think it’s been an interesting night. I’ll be off now,” Fred shook her head when the giant Dragon Shifter followed her outside, “Where are you going?” Fred walked out of The Thirsty Dog slamming the back door behind her.It was after three AM and she just surrendered more than half of her tips to Jordan. And all because of this guy. Was a little fooling around really worth it? Ugh. She wanted to kick herself when her little inner voice practically jumped up and down shouting, duh, Fred, yes it was, inside her head.Apparently, Pack loyalty didn’t extend as far as bartending. Jordan completely ratted her out to Mike. He told her boss that she abandoned him for the back room for half the night; therefore, she didn’t really earn more than quarter of their tips.If she were being completely honest, she was gone a lot longer. That is, if she counted her time alone with Callius. Heat rushed to her face as she thought of the way he had rocked her body into the best orgasm she h