Book 2 of the Fire Dragon Trilogy Having lost his human mate over 700 years before, Phrenzy had given up hope his lover would be reincarnated and returned to him. He’d failed to protect his Drakon’s mate, so destiny seemed willing to punish him forevermore without his as well. After finally earning Rhaege’s trust again, he’s photographed mid-shift, and pictures of him as human and as dragon surface, putting the entire race at risk. Charged with finding the photographer and having him recant, Phrenzy rushes to stop the potential firestorm the pictures could cause.
Photojournalist Diego Guerra has stood on the sidelines of life, a witness to the world around him. Dreams of dragons and a dragon lover have haunted him for years, making him withdraw from others. When he sees the powerful man shift into a dragon, he knows he’s crazy, but photographs the scene in hopes he’s not—especially considering his deep attraction to his subject.
Can Phrenzy tempt his photojournalist to step from behind the lens and enjoy a rich life shared with him, or will the evil that threatens both the dragon and human worlds end their chances?
He wished he’d kept his fool mouth shut and those pictures to himself.
A pounding at the door made him jump. His heart started beating faster as he looked about him, trying to see if he had something to use as a weapon if the time came. Lukas was in Prague, following up on the leads Diego had given him, so there was no one there to save his ass if there was a dragon on the other side of the door.
Diego rose to his feet, a tremor racing up his spine as he moved. It more than likely was a dragon on the other side, come for retribution against him. If he’d been smarter, he would’ve left and gotten as far away from his home as possible.
But then, that had been what had propelled him to tell Franz the pictures were real—the chance to see Phrenzy.
His skin pebbled as goose bumps skittered over his arms. Would it be Phrenzy on the other side? He both hoped it would be and wished it wasn’t all at the same time. He slowly approached the door and the beating sounded again, this time harder and somehow angrier. Diego jumped at the sound before inching closer. He lifted one hand to the knob, the other to bolt. After a deep breath, he flipped both locks and yanked the door wide.
Phrenzy heard his name softly whispered from the human’s lips the moment the scent hit his nose. He inhaled deeply and felt his body react intensely. His beast roared in his chest, the need to mark his mate completely taking over.
The human stood in the doorway, his brown eyes large. His skin was a touch lighter than Juan’s Castilian coloring, as was his hair, but the face was almost the same—at least from the faded memories Phrenzy still had of Juan. Diego was tall, but not as tall as Phrenzy’s massive six foot seven frame. Wiry, with long, lean muscles, the male was glorious.
The human had called Phrenzy by name. Had he already gotten some of his memories back? If so, it made what he’d done all the worse. Phrenzy would have to ignore his body’s and his beast’s commands to claim his mate and find out what had happened.
If he could figure out how to do that with a hard on.
The human nodded. “Yes.”
Phrenzy pushed into the apartment, yanking Diego away from the door. He slammed it and pushed the locks back in place before spinning Diego around to face him. “Do you want to explain what I saw in the newspaper this morning?”
Diego’s lips turned into a vague smile, before the edges turned down.
“Do you find this funny?” Phrenzy all but roared.
Diego took a step back and shook his head. “N-no. It’s just how I handle stress.”
“Stress? You’re going to be more than stressed when I get through with you,” Phrenzy said, visions of him fucking Diego’s small ass filling his head. He pushed the thought aside and closed the gap Diego had made. “You’re going to retract your statement and say the pictures are fakes.”