All Chapters of Falk Clan Tales: Steamy Shifter Clan Romance of Power and Mate Bonds: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Fred rose with the sound of the ocean crashing against the shore. It was like any other morning, only it wasn’t. She turned her head to find herself staring into the golden eyes of the man who claimed her heart and soul only hours before.“Good morning,” he reached for her and kissed her softly on her lips.She couldn’t help her smile. Especially when she thought about where those lips had been only hours before. Her Callius was insatiable. Mmm. Her Callius. She liked that.“What worries you so this morning, my sweet?”“I was just thinking, this is like a fairytale. Not all fairytales have happy endings.”“Ah, yes, I see, but, my love, fairytales were created by normals to scare them into behaving a certain way. We are not bound by the false moral codes of normals, we make our own happy ever after. I am a Dragon, and you are a Wolf and together we are the first couple of the Falk Clan.”“The Falk Clan?”“Yes. My brothers and I, and now you of course, are to have our own C

White clouds, heavy with unfallen snow, pressed in on Alexsander as he sped forward through the winter sky. He had one destination, a place he’d been avoiding ever since they were freed, home.“Brother,” Sander replayed the familiar voice of Callius in his head. His eldest brother had called to him through the telepathic link they shared just a few hours ago.“Winifred and I must go away. We go to announce our dominion over these lands to the High Chiefs and, well, my bride requires a vacation. Besides brother, after months of building, Castle Falk is complete. Come home, Alexsander.”Without any hesitation, Alexsander took to the skies. The air was frigid at such heights, but the bitter wind bounced off his translucent white scales. His Dragon was fast and strong. He reveled in the speed with which he flew towards his new home.Power pulsed through his veins as he raced towards the place his brother had built for the four of them. To think that the Falk brothers were now freed

Alexsander groaned in his sleep. What the heck is that noise? The shrill sound had him sitting up in bed and wiping the sleep from his eyes. Fuck. He’d only gone to bed a couple of hours ago. No way. He rolled over and buried his head under the fluffy warm pillow, willing that awful ringing noise to just go away.Ah, finally. Just when his eyes closed, the blasted thing went off again. He sat up in a tangle of sheets and growled. Who dared disrupt his sleep? Seething, his Dragon close to the surface, Sander puffed out a cold breath that left tiny icicles hanging from the huge silver-edged mirror that hung in his room.He threw off the heavy brocade blanket and leapt from his bead. He stormed off down the stairs that led from his sleeping quarters to the main part of the castle.Whoever was ringing that absurdly loud bell was about to see what happened when you roused a sleeping Dragon. Grrr. After travelling all day yesterday, he felt a bit hungry after all. Some fairytales got i

“I can do the dishes,” Noelle protested after they’d finished the rest of the food in silence. Sander ignored her and stood. He started loading the dishwasher with ease and confidence of a man who’d done it before.“It’s a fair division of duties. The food was well-cooked,” he grumbled.“You know, your speech is a little odd sometimes, like your brother’s. Where are you guys from?”“Oh, we’re from the North. Far North.”“That’s what he said, but I was wondering, like where-”“Now, I know you can cook,” Sander cut her off before her questions became too personal. He wasn’t about to announce that he was a Dragon shifter banished from his first home, the place that had been his prison on the Isle of Pain these last five hundred years.“Yes, and I promise this party is going to be great. Everything is prepped-”“I applaud your culinary skills, they are all fine and good, but I simply can’t pretend to be host to 100 people I don’t know for a holiday I don’t believe in.”That

Noelle wasn’t sure if she was dreaming or not. She was a twenty-seven years old business owner with an agreeable disposition and she worked very hard.Love was something she never thought she’d have. As for sex, well, she’d always been open to the idea, but let’s face it, she was mousy. Not just her looks, but her personality as well.She wasn’t particularly tall. Her body had some padding, but it wasn’t enough to be called curvy like her best friend, Joss. Her hair was brown, her skin pale, well, she had nice blue eyes. But nothing like the teal of Sander’s eyes.Sander who was owning her mouth like he’d die if he didn’t have a taste of her. Holy crap. This was the most intense kiss of Noelle’s life. She clung to his broad shoulders like some whimpering maiden in a fairytale, but damn it if, if she let go, she just might slide to the floor in a puddle of lust.He growled against her lips, his tongue probing the inside of her mouth, sending shivers of desire through her body. N