The Dragon King's Heart (MM)

The High Garden Dragons 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 26,833
13 Ratings (4.7)

[Siren Publishing Classic ManLove: Erotic Romance, Paranormal, Alternative, Shape-shifter, Vampires/werewolves, MM, HEA]

Krispin Adair has been alone for years. After his family was killed by his brother in the ultimate betrayal, Krispin accepted his lonely fate. Until a chance encounter brought him face to face with his fated mate…

Ben Morgan, on the trail of a rogue gargoyle, finds himself in an ambush. Attacked and left for dead, he knows there’s no hope for him. But when he wakes, he finds himself face to face with his Beloved and an ultimatum; if he wants to live, he must bond with the dragon king… and bear his son.

While the pair are making things work, they learn that Ben’s attack was just the start of something bigger—a war between the species. As if that wasn’t bad enough, an old shadow emerges with one wish—destroy all dragons. Can they stop the war? Will the figures determined to kill dragons get their wish?

The Dragon King's Heart (MM)
13 Ratings (4.7)

The Dragon King's Heart (MM)

The High Garden Dragons 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 26,833
13 Ratings (4.7)
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The sound of the phone ringing filled my car speakers, when an out of breath voice answered, "Yes."

"Master Stephen, forgive the interruption. I was wondering if you had a few moments to speak," I said.

"Benny, my boy. Semais and I were just having a bit of fun. I would have thought you would be having fun at the club tonight," he replied.

Semais was a wolf shifter and Master Stephen's beloved. I could only imagine what sort of fun they were having.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. You see—" I paused, not sure how to proceed.

"Yes?" Master Stephen prompted after my long pause.

"It doesn't hold appeal for me. I mean I’m hungry and I want to feed but feeding from a body and having sex isn't as attractive as it once was. I’ve been feeding from a bag, master. I don't know what is wrong with me." I let it all tumble out of my mouth in a rush.

There was no response, and for a moment; I thought we were disconnected, but then the master's voice came through. "I have heard of this happening before but thought it a myth."

"A myth? What myth?" I asked, desperate to know what it could possibly be.

"A vampire can sometimes sense when they will be meeting their beloved, and the vampire will stop feeding like normal," he responded. "I thought it a myth as it did not happen to me that way."

I scoffed, "You really think my body is telling me that I’m about to meet my beloved? I don't know about that."

"I wouldn't scoff. Everyone is different. Fate is different. She works differently for everyone. I only told you what I have heard based on what you said. Are you getting enough blood? How is your strength?" he asked with worry in his voice.

"I’m strong enough. Just getting frustrated at myself," I sighed. Maybe I shouldn't have told Master Stephen. I knew it would concern him. "I have to go. I’ll talk to you more when I get back to the coven house."

"Benny, make sure you come see me. We’ll figure things out," he said.

"I will. Have a good evening," I said, disconnecting the line. Somehow, the conversation made me feel worse. I pressed the button on my steering wheel and soon the sounds of Beethoven filled the car. I slowly felt my muscles unwind and the music soothing my soul. Inhaling and exhaling slowly, I found my center. That was what I needed. I had a job to do and should focus on that.

I pulled up to the address and got out of my car. The night had grown colder, and there was a scent of rain in the air. I hope this doesn't take long, I thought as I shivered.

This was the edge of Walden, and there were several abandoned buildings and trash littered the ground. I began to walk toward the address. As I neared the building, the wind shifted, and I caught the scent of something or someone that did not belong. I walked toward the alleyway, following my nose.

Without warning, I was pushed forward toward the wall of the building. I braced my arms out to stop from fully slamming into the wall. I turned to look and saw a large creature with big wings—a gargoyle. He was at least seven feet tall with reddish-orange skin, white hair, and black horns. Gargoyles normally stayed close to their clutches as they were stone during the day and beasts at night. Humans would freak if they saw one, so they stayed close together for protection. As far as I knew they could take human form only once they met and bonded with their mate.

In his hand he held a dagger. The blade was curved and was a reddish color as if blood coated it. He let loose a growl and charged me.

"I knew they would send someone. I just had to wait," he said as he swung the blade toward my neck.

I blocked his attack and began to grapple with him. In the distance, I heard footsteps, and I hoped it was the sentries; this fucker was strong. My head collided with the wall as the gargoyle continued to attack. I could feel the weight of his body pinning me between him and the building.

I struggled to breathe, and his elbow made contact with my ribs, causing me to gasp even more. The elbow to my ribs caused me to loosen my grip. That was the opening he needed. He broke free from my grasp and plunged the blade in my stomach. I felt burning fire and a pain I had never experienced before. I cried out. It was as if my insides had turned to flame and liquid lava. The weight that was holding me disappeared; I looked up to the gargoyle as I slid down the wall.

"Your friends are too late, bloodsucker. You'll be dead before long and no one will know it was me," he said, smiling a sinister smile.

He jumped into the air and vanished in the night. The skies opened, and the rain started to pour. But even the cold rain on my body did not ease the burning of my blood within me. I tried to call out to anyone who could hear me. I didn't have the strength; all I could do was writhe in agony.

"Ben! Hold on!" a voice exclaimed as darkness overtook me.




The shower started and I found the scrubs. I straightened up the room and turned back to the shower in time to see his beautiful body wet, with the water cascading down as it rinsed the soap off. I couldn’t stop myself. I moved forward and dropped to my knees and licked his tight hole. He moaned loudly as I continued to assault him with my tongue. I turned him around quickly and was not surprised to see his beautiful cock standing proud. I took him down my throat in one fluid motion.

"Yes, God! Suck me!" he cried

I continued to take him deep, relishing the taste of his pre-cum. His hands loosely touched my hair. I could tell he wanted to grab hold. I pulled off and looked up. He was looking down in my eyes.

"Fuck my mouth! Grab hold of my hair and fuck my mouth," I ordered.

He did exactly that. His hands tightened around my hair, and the pinch of pain spurred me on to suck more. He shoved his dick in my mouth without abandon, causing me to gag a bit.

"You like that, bitch! You like gagging on my cock?" he asked as he was relentlessly fucking my face. I could only moan in approval. I felt his cock thicken even more and his balls began to draw. I wanted his sweet essence. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked with more fervor. He began to shoot down my throat and I drank his cum. I loved his cum. I stood abruptly, flipped him and pressed him against the shower wall and rubbed my dripping cock against his hole. My pre-cum would loosen him.

"Do you want my cock?" I growled. "Do you?"

"Yes, give me your cock. Fuck me now," he moaned. I pressed forward into his hole until I was buried deep. Once fully seated, I stopped to allow him to adjust.

"If you don't fuck me now, I'm going to kill you, Kris," he snarled.

I withdrew and slammed back in, hitting his prostate, and I fucked him relentlessly. I felt my balls drawing and my knot starting to form. I quickly withdrew and forced him to his knees and stroking my shaft once. My cum was painted his face. I breathed heavily as the orgasm hit, and he moved forward to lick my head as I continued to come. He wrapped his lips around my sensitive head and went down my shaft a quarter way. Looking up as he drank my cum, he pulled back a bit and started nibbling my foreskin. The pleasure was unparalleled; I shuddered underneath his talented mouth.

He pulled back and asked, "Why didn't you come in me? Not that I'm complaining—you taste amazing."

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