ORDER OF THE DRAGON
Drake MacGregor always adhered to the adage ‘let sleeping dragons lie’, until he slept with one.
In an effort to make up for his past as Vlad the Impaler, Drake has been living a small, quiet life in Three Lakes. As the town’s archivist, his knowledge of history and his place in it weigh on him. Drake has one desire—to rectify the atrocities committed in the name of his knightly order. Too bad he can’t keep his hands, or his fangs, off the local doctor, especially when he discovers she’s an actual dragon.
Aliandra Cantora del Viento is old enough and wise enough to ignore her attraction to the handsome historian, especially when her heart suggests he might be something more than he appears. Drake stokes her fires and curls her tail, and after a hot night in her clinic, the game is on. But he avoids her and nothing she tries breaks through his reserve, despite his obvious interest. He turns her on then apologizes for it, repeatedly. Not exactly the kind of relationship she’d hoped for yet she can’t walk away.
When a mysterious researcher arrives with his son, Drake becomes more edgy and irritable, and Aliandra must decide if she’s willing to fight for him. Especially when he might be her True Mate.
Order of the Dragon
Copyright © 2015 Siobhan Muir
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Drake snarled as he launched himself at Aliandra, slamming into her and pressing her against the medical table. Her inner dragon howled with triumph as he pressed his growing erection between her legs and stapled her hands to the bench behind her.
“If my control wasn’t excellent, Dr. Cantora, I would have sunk my cock into your sweet-scented pussy and my teeth into your neck.” He snarled his need, his eyes blazing crimson.
“Then do it, Mr. MacGregor.”
He groaned and closed his eyes, but he dropped his lips to her throat once more and licked her, making her shiver. His teeth broke her skin and momentary pain exploded into erotic pleasure, eliciting a needy whimper.
“Oh, Goddess of all.” She struggled against his grip. She had to touch him, to feel more of his body as he fed on her blood.
He grunted in agreement and kept siphoning her plasma in great swallows. Each pull ramped her arousal up higher, flooding her pussy with cream. She writhed against him and he rumbled another growl, grinding his cock harder into her belly.
He suckled a moment longer then pulled back to stare down at her, his face flushed with health and banked hunger.
“There, that’s enough,” he whispered, licking his lips clean of her blood.
“No, more. You need more.” She tried to pull him down to her again. I need more.
“It’s enough for me, Doctor.”
“But it’s not enough for me!”
Aliandra reared up and pushed him back then flipped him around until she pressed him against the medical table. He grunted in surprise and his eyes started to gleam again as she grinned with feral joy. If he wouldn’t take her, she’d take him.
Dropping to her knees in front of him, she yanked down his black boxer briefs and admired the bold cock straining toward her from a nest of silver and black curls. His testicles drew up tight to his body, but when her breath caressed them, the skin flexed in reaction. Aliandra inhaled the spicy musk emanating from his balls and rumbled with appreciation.
He chuckled huskily. “You aren’t going to eat me, are you, Doctor?”
“Depends on your definition of ‘eat’, Mr. MacGregor.”
Aliandra grasped his hip with one hand, his cock with the other, and slid her mouth around his shaft all the way to the base. Drake hissed and threw his head back in pleasure as she massaged the silky skin of his dick. She took his response as encouragement and tightened her lips as she pulled back, allowing her canines to scrape along his shaft.
“Holy Goddess.” Drake rocked his head forward and his eyes burned in the semi-darkness of the room. “You’re diabolical, Doctor.”
She chuckled and pulled back long enough to grin. “Not diabolical, draconic.” She sucked him back in again.
Aliandra worked her lips and tongue over his hardened flesh, massaging and stroking as she savored the musky taste of his precum. Drake groaned and rocked his hips, and a pragmatic voice in the back of her mind noted his leg had healed.
She encircled the head of his cock with her tongue until he growled, his hands fastening on her biceps like steel bands. He yanked her to her feet, his penis springing out of her mouth with a loud pop. She growled back at him, but he’d already unfastened her jeans and shoved them down with her panties.
“I want to feel your hot pussy on my cock, Doc.” He snarled as he pulled her to him.
“Excellent, Mr. MacGregor. My pussy wants your cock, now.”
His eyes widened with amazed delight and he shoved his knees between her thighs, widening her legs until she straddled his hips.
“Take it, then, Doc.”
She keened her pleasure as his hard shaft thrust up into her aching core. Fire flared through her body as he snarled and pulled back then thrust again, harder.
Pleasure swamped Aliandra and she forgot everything around her in her body’s insistence on getting more. She gripped his shoulders, her hands shifting back into talons as she let go to the ecstasy of his hard loving. Drake’s eyes blazed with crimson desire and his lips pulled back from his teeth just before he struck her throat again.
The combination of his fangs in her neck and his cock in her pussy threw her into an explosive orgasm, and she roared, digging her claws into his back. She opened her mouth and leaned forward, the urge to bite Drake as overwhelming as the cascading pleasure flooding through her.
The only thing that stopped her from following through was his sweater, plastered to his back from sweat and blood where her talons had broken his skin. Reality crashed into her just as Drake came, a long, drawn out moan seeping around his lips at her throat.
He’s a vampire. He can’t be my True Mate. Dragons only bit their mate-bonded partners, and only other dragons.
The pleasure from her orgasm drained away in the face of her revelation and bewildered chagrin took its place. She held still, trying to catch her breath and resisting the continued urge to bite the man between her legs.
I can’t True-Mate a vampire.
Somehow, the logic didn’t cool the need. The swipe of Drake’s tongue on her skin made Aliandra jump and he raised his head to look at her, his expression full of satisfaction and health.
Order of the Dragon
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Book 1
Word Count: 48,318
Release Date: May 19 2015
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Siobhan Muir lives in Cheyenne, Wyoming, with her husband, two daughters, and a vegetarian cat she swears is a shape-shifter, though he's never shifted when she can see him. When not writing, she can be found looking down a microscope at fossil fox teeth, pursuing her other love, paleontology. An avid reader of science fiction/fantasy, her husband gave her a paranormal romance for Christmas one year, and she was hooked for good.
In previous lives, Siobhan has been an actor at the Colorado Renaissance Festival, a field geologist in the Aleutian Islands, and restored inter-planetary imagery at the USGS. She’s hiked to the top of Mount St. Helens and to the bottom of Meteor Crater.
Siobhan writes kick-ass adventure with hot sex for men and women to enjoy. She believes in happily ever after, redemption, and communication, all of which you will find in her paranormal romance stories.
Siobhan’s latest release, Order of the Dragon, is the first story in her new Warbler Peninsula series. She has published A Hell Hound’s Fire (a free read), The Beltane Witch, and Cloudburst Ice Magic in the Cloudburst Colorado series, and Take the Reins and A Centaur’s Solstice Wish in the Rifts series. Siobhan has also published Bronco’s Rough Ride and The Navy’s Ghost in the Bad Boys of Beta Squad series, Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin and Queen Bitch of the Callowwood Pack through Siren Publishing, and Her Devoted Vampire through Evernight Publishing.