Book Four in the award-winning Dragon's Heir series
Bringing Dravidian, one of the lost Astraea clan, home to Djarera is something of a triumphal success for Lara. The dragon kingdom is at peace, the succession of the throne ensured, and the clans have at last accepted the rogue dragon Zendar as her life-mate.
But she never envisioned the complications that Dravidian's return would bring. When Zendar first accuses her of being attracted to the exotically handsome blue dragon, Lara is dumbfounded -- and even more confused as she realizes not only are his accusations true, but Dravidian hungers for her as deeply as she for him.
But the depths of Zendar’s jealousy betray another unexpected truth -- that he himself, for the first time in his life, is tormented by sexual desire for another man. When Lara finally discovers what's really distressing her life-mate, she is determined to give Zendar, Dravidian, and herself what they all yearn for!
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Reviews
5 Angels! "Smooth, flowing plot, endearing characters, and hot erotic scenes ensures Dravidian is going onto the keeper pile." -- Fallen Angel Reviews
5 Stars! "[A] well thought out and intensely erotic continuation of Ms. Dafoe's Dragon's Heir series. Bring a toy because you will need one! The sex is phenomenal." -- Just Erotic Romance Reviews
4 1/2 Kisses! "Sierra Dafoe has written another spell binding, spine tingling, erotically wild book." -- Two Lips Reviews
Dravidian M/M/F menage romance
Publisher: Changeling
Format: eBook
Length: Novella
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Excerpt
"What the hell, Zendar?" As soon as they were alone in the hallway, Lara tugged her arm from her mate's grasp, glaring up at him. Without replying, Zendar grabbed her arm again, practically dragging her the last few yards to their bedchamber. Lara gasped in fury, struggling against his hold. As soon as the carved wooden door swung shut behind them, she whirled, yanking herself from his grip. "Since when do you think you can just haul me around like a caveman? I don't know what in hell you think you're doing, but --"
Pulling her to him, Zendar stopped her tirade with a hard, searing kiss. Torn between rage and the immediate response that seared along her nerves, Lara gritted her teeth, refusing to let his tongue between her lips, until he lifted his head and glared down at her.
His icy green eyes bored into hers, piercing and keen, and for the first time since he'd kidnapped her, intending to use her as the leverage to free himself from the Void where Melgara had imprisoned him, Lara felt a small, icy spurt of fear.
He'd had the same frozen, implacable look on his face then, she remembered. The same grim determination. Ridden by the mating instinct of khef, shackled to the rough wall of the cave where he'd chained her, she'd felt herself torn between the same awkward combination of desire and rage. The sheer raw masculinity of Zendar had held her spellbound, as unable to move as the shackles that had encased her wrists. She'd watched him, feeling the fever of khef beat along her veins as he'd approached, all corded muscle and naked, rolling flesh to take her, to conquer her...
Lara realized she was panting as Zendar, holding her with only his gaze, let go of her to yank his rich embroidered tunic over his head, leaving the thick golden mane of his hair in disarray. He pushed it back impatiently, and Lara couldn't help the way her tongue darted to moisten her lips at the sight of those massive biceps bulging, his pecs rippling even with that small, careless movement.
Still without answering, he kicked off his boots and yanked at the tie of his trousers, loosening them. Then he straightened, towering over her, the rich, earthy scent of him filling her nostrils till her head spun. Glancing down, she followed the trail of golden hair that snaked down his belly to disappear beneath his sagging trousers, and gulped.
He was hard as a rock. Even beneath the fabric of his pants, she could see the jutting outline of his prodigious erection, straining impatiently upward.
A purely feminine vanity swelled in her breast at the sight -- she hadn't so much as touched him, and yet she could feel the desire thrumming through his body, the tension that told her as clearly as words he was mere inches from losing control altogether. Excitement unfolded inside her belly at the thought, and she realized her nipples had tightened to small, erect points beneath the bodice of her formal dress.
He wanted her. He wanted her so badly he'd practically dragged her from the banquet hall, determined to have her now. As furious as she'd been at his pushiness earlier, now she reveled in it as proof of how much he wanted her.
In fact...
Smiling to herself, Lara narrowed her eyes in mock anger, backing away a step. "You think I'm just going to make love with you? After you practically manhandled me in front of our guests?"
Rage flashed in Zendar's eyes, and the trickle of fear came back even stronger -- but with it came a rush of pure desire. Lara cried out half in shock and half in anticipation as he grabbed her arm, dragging her against him. The heat of his erection, pulsing against her belly, made her knees weak with longing. No longer sure if she was playing or in earnest, she tugged against his grasp -- and gasped as he twisted her arm behind her, pinning her against him with one hand as his other slid to her bosom, squeezing her breasts fiercely through the heavy velvet.
Her gasps deepened as his fingers raked over the fabric, teasing the sensitive nipples beneath until they burned with sensation, aching for more. Holding her gaze, he released her arm and raised both hands to her bodice, unceremoniously ripping it open.
