Book Five in the award-winning Dragon's Heir series
Something is wrong with Kevan - he knows it. As heir to the throne, he's expected to be dutiful, responsible, level-headed... and to marry and continue the royal line. But not one of the females presented for his consideration rouses his interest, and on his twenty-first birthday Kevan throws duty to the winds and runs away to Earth to try and find out why.
When he meets Cal, a handsome young dancer, Kevan finds all his questions answered in one blazing night of passion. Caught up in the first flush of sexual awakening, Kevan is willing to risk everything to keep Cal by his side – even the throne of the Dragon kingdom!
But Cal has plans for his dragon prince, and is willing to do whatever it takes to continue Kevan's erotic education...
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5 Blue Ribbons! "I love, love, love Sierra Dafoe's books! Each one is more phenomenal than the previous. She has this knack of drawing you into the worlds she's creating and refusing to let go of her readers! THE DRAGON PRINCE is a top notch story from a wonderful series." -- Romance Junkies
Multiple O's! "Wow, it's not often that an author can be on the fifth book in a series and still have it come out as fresh and passionate as in the beginning, but trust me, Sierra Dafoe is more than capable! Don't miss THE DRAGON PRINCE." -- RRT Erotic
4 1/2 Kisses! "The Dragon Prince is a fantastic roller coaster ride of emotional ups and downs. Kudos to Ms. Dafoe for another white hot sexy read." -- Two Lips Reviews
4 1/2 Nymphs! "[A]s much as I enjoyed the others in the series, this book is by far my favorite." -- Literary Nymphs
The Dragon Prince M/M erotic romance
Publisher: Changeling
Format: eBook
Length: Novella
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Excerpt
The thick, heady excitement in the room climbed up another notch, and Kevan swallowed again as saliva flooded his mouth. The boy on the stage strode past him, flashing a hard, curved ass that Kevan's fingers ached to reach out and squeeze. His cock throbbed with need, and his balls, hard and heavy, dragged against his groin. He watched the young man stride the length of the stage, trailing his strong, slightly spatulate fingers down his body, teasing and tormenting the men who crowded the rail. Then he turned -- and froze, his eyes going wide with sudden shock as he saw Kevan.
The music pounded and blared around him, but the young man stood still as a statue, the playful smile wiped from his face. He swallowed rapidly, much as Kevan had done, and for a moment something lost and furtive flickered in his eyes. His gaze darted over the crowd as if searching for someone.
Who? Kevan wondered. And why does he look so scared?
Then the man seemed to shake himself, breaking his paralysis. He glanced out over the crowd one more time. Then with a strange, hard smile he walked straight toward Kevan.
His focus was so intent that the other men near the stage craned their necks to see what -- or rather who -- he was staring at. Kevan flushed, feeling painfully exposed, acutely conscious of the erection straining against his trousers. He didn't understand why the men around him were murmuring excitedly, couldn't quite grasp that the young man was standing before him, one hand outstretched...
Then other hands were lifting him, thrusting him onto the stage. He heard Rand's shout, but the lights dazzled him, pitching everything beyond the stage into darkness. He turned, his head reeling -- and found himself face to face with the young man.
Kevan swallowed, feeling suddenly light-headed as the man slid his arms around Kevan's waist and whispered harshly in his ear. "I don't know what game Marco thinks he's playing, but I'm not biting."
"What?" Kevan could hardly breathe.
"What are you? My replacement?" The man's hazel eyes burned into his, hard and unfriendly, and he snorted even as he moved against Kevan. "Hold my waist," he ordered.
That, at least, Kevan could understand. He wrapped his hands around the young man's waist, his cock hardening to marble at the feel of taut, warm muscle under his palms. Then he stared as the man bent backward, arching away from him until his thick blond hair brushed the floor. His hips were jammed tight against Kevan's, his pubic bone rubbing his erection unmercifully. Kevan held on tightly, his arms quivering, gazing down at the taut, rippling muscle of the man's lean torso, trying not to look at the point where their bodies came together. He was afraid he'd groan aloud if he did.
As lithe as a dancer, the man straightened back up, his hair tumbling around his face. He grinned through the shining mass, his eyes snapping with anger. "So where did Marco find you? Boston?"
"I don't know who you're talking about."
"Yeah, right. Take off your shirt."
"What?"
"Take off your shirt. We gotta give them a show, right?" Unceremoniously, the man grabbed the hem of Kevan's tunic and dragged it over his head. From beyond the stage lights, Kevan heard a cacophony of yips and whistles.
Moving closer, the man wrapped his arms around Kevan's neck, his hips grinding mercilessly against Kevan's erection, the smooth, velvety skin of his chest gliding against his own. "What's your name?" he asked, his breath whispering against Kevan's earlobe.
"Kevan," he managed, hardly able to breathe. "Who's Marco?"
The man drew his head back abruptly, staring at him. "You really don't know."
Kevan shook his head dumbly. He could hardly believe this gorgeous creature was in his arms, his face scant inches from his own.
The young man was gazing at him intently. "Jesus, this is totally unreal."
"Yeah," Kevan murmured. The whole situation felt unreal. The loud, pulsing music seemed to have blended into his heartbeat, and everything else had faded away. There was nothing in the entire world except the lithe, strong body in his arms, the gleaming hazel eyes staring into his own, the warm, full mouth so close all he'd have to do would be to bend his head forward and...
Closing his eyes, Kevan did.
For a moment, the man tensed, his body going rigid inside Kevan's embrace. Then slowly, tentatively, his soft, supple lips moved against Kevan's, parting slightly. A warm tongue slid into his mouth, and Kevan groaned as a hot, delicious agony seared through his groin. Tightening his arms around the other man's waist, Kevan kissed him ravenously, until suddenly the man broke off, panting, and pushed him back, his hands flat on Kevan's chest. "Stop." He was staring at Kevan, his eyes wide and wondering. "Who the hell are you?"
