"The world laid out in this first book of the ‘Mating Season’ series looks to be promising in more than one way. First, there are dragon shifters – who are among my favorite paranormal creatures. Second, they seem to have taken over Earth and are now ruling humans to the point that humans are second-class citizens and have almost no rights. Huh. Nice one! I always like it when our assumption that we are at the top of the food chain, so to speak, is challenged. And set within this nicely drawn background there is the need for two dragon shifters, of whom there are only males, to mate with a human. Any human, male or female, since they can get both pregnant. Double huh! I rubbed my hands in glee, sat back, and got ready for a fun adventure. Jason is trying very hard to make ends meet, and thinks he has done okay. His first year at college has been paid for, but when he returns home for a break, he faces an awful awakening. His parents, well, mother and stepfather, have sold his name to “the lottery” – to finance roof repairs, a new car, and a family holiday that doesn’t even include Jason - and he is now obligated to spend the summer as a sex toy to mated dragon couples. His efforts to explain that he has been “drafted” against his will and without his consent fall on deaf ears, and to make things worse, if that is possible, his statements lead to him being accused of being a thief who stole the money. It gets worse from there! Warriors Draco and Phobos are excited to find their third, but horrified to find out how badly he has been treated. They want nothing but the best for their mate, but with all the rumors flying around about dragons forcing humans to serve them as sex slaves, they have their work cut out for them. They set out to win Jason’s trust and heart, and I absolutely adored them for their efforts. Draco is a little less alpha than badass Phobos, but no less dominant. Both of them are in heat for the entire summer, and it makes them close to insatiable. Fun times are ahead for all three men! If you like dragon shifters and triads, if mysterious evildoers who try to separate the two dragons from their human mate sound interesting, and if you’re looking for a read that is as entertaining as it is hot, then you will probably like this novella." -- Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews
“What’s going on?”
Angela bit down on her bottom lip and shook her head. “We couldn’t...we couldn’t afford it, your tuition, and we tried, we really did, but there wasn’t anything... We didn’t think it would actually happen, that they would choose you!”
Jason’s face felt cold all of a sudden. His entire body did, and he looked back up at the three men and then back at his mother and back through the front door.
His father stood in the hallway, not coming out to see Jason, keeping his arms crossed like he always did, as if this entire thing was one great big waste of his time.
Jason had known that his father hadn’t wanted him to come home, but really? This?
“You sold my name? You put my name into the lottery?”
Angela shook her head. “It wasn’t that simple.”
“I told you I wasn’t going to do that!”
“Then you should’ve saved more! You should’ve taken out a loan like everyone else!” Angela screamed back, her hands snatching themselves away from his shoulders, taking whatever small amount of comfort she’d been offering with them.
And Jason was stunned. Stunned and hurt and so many other things he couldn’t name in that moment.
He’d known...he’d known that his parents didn’t much like him...but to sell his name?
Maybe it was the look in his eyes, or something else, but his mother got slightly less angry and defensive in that moment. Her hands returned to his shoulders.
“We got the money for adding your name to the list of candidates. We sent most of it to you for your school. That way you wouldn’t have to take out a loan and your debts would be low, just like you wanted.”
“Most of it?” Jason asked. “You sold my name without my permission, and you didn’t even use all the money for my tuition?”
“The roof needed to be fixed, you knew that,” Angela said, looking hurt that he could even ask such a question and, in a roundabout way, also accuse her of some wrong doing. "You spend nights under this roof and you know how much we struggle, so don't you bully me like that."
He was too stunned to be angry. Stunned to feel much of anything other than just cold shock and the nothingness that came after.
He looked up at the dragons, who did a good job of staying stone-faced the whole time, but he could tell they were uncomfortable. The fact that they were doing their best to not look at him was proof enough of that. At least they were trying to be nice about it.
“How long do I have?” Jason asked.
The leader finally looked back at him. “You have one hour to pack your things, and then we’ll take you to the tower.”
An hour, huh? Jason looked down at his bags and then thought about anything he might need from his room.
He had pretty much everything he needed on him. He'd packed most of his things for school so that his father wouldn't sell any of it.
“I think I’m ready now. Can we go? Right now?”
The dragon man nodded, putting his sunglasses on and hiding his snake-like eyes. “Yes, absolutely.”
It seemed to be as much of a relief for him to get out of here as it would be for Jason.
Angela pulled at his arms. “You have some time. Come in and say goodbye to your father and sisters.”
Jason looked over her shoulder. His father was still standing there, watching him, waiting with some sort of expectation that Jason couldn’t figure out. His sisters had left. He didn’t blame them. Twelve and fifteen were too young to be worrying about this shit. They probably didn't even really understand what was going on.
“I don’t need to,” Jason said, picking his bags back up and turning.
Angela tried to stop him, but he shrugged her off.
He heard her sobbing as she called his name, but he didn’t look back at her. He was too pissed off to care about her feelings after she sold him as a fucking sex slave to the dragons.
The roof needed to be fixed, Jesus tap dancing Christ.
“Can I drive there myself?” Jason asked, still ignoring his mother’s crying. “Or do I have to go with you?”
The dragon leader nodded to the Mercedes van that had been parked on the road. In this neighborhood, it was lucky the thing hadn’t been picked apart for parts.
“You’ll come with us. Leave your vehicle here.”
“Is this legal? Or is this bullshit?” Jason asked. “You all basically just overheard my mother confess to selling my name without my permission.”
“You’ll have to take it up with the high dragon, though there usually aren’t any complaints. Parents do tend to have that right unquestioned until their children turn twenty-five.”
“I’m not having sex with anyone,” Jason said, promising that to both himself and the dragon men in front of him.
The door was opened for him. The leather seats inside were luxurious, to be sure. “That’s what they all say.”
And that sent a chill through Jason’s spine because even he knew that. The humans chosen didn’t have a choice, and neither would Jason. The best he could hope for would be to find a pair of dragons who looked as non-abusive as possible and cling to them for the entire summer.
And that was just assuming he wouldn’t get moved to another tower in the very likely chance that no one mated with him.
“Do I even get to ask who’s going to be there?” Jason asked, already fighting off the image forming in his mind of his drinks being drugged so he could be taken back to some dark bedroom and fucked six ways from Sunday by two horny dragons.
He hated his parents so badly right now.
“No,” said the dragon, who then shut the door in Jason’s face.
No, the man set him down gently, and then he looked to Draco with a big smile on his face. “Where did you put the lubricant?”
“On it,” Draco said, and he rushed from the room.
Phobos looked down at Jason before he grabbed the hem of his dark T-shirt and pulled it off of his head.
Holy fuck. Jason was both insanely impressed by, and saddened by, the number of scars on the man’s body. There were a lot, but they also did nothing to hide how thick and well toned his muscles were. He definitely looked like he could be a warrior or even make it as a professional fighter on TV. He wasn’t overly bulky either, though his body was larger than Draco’s if Jason had seen things right.
“Is it really okay that your mate just watches while you and I do it?” Jason asked.
Phobos let out a sound that could’ve been a laugh as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down. If he’d been wearing any underwear, then Jason didn’t see them.
Phobos clearly suffered from none of the shyness that had taken over Jason.
“You are my mate as well. There will be no jealousy between the three of us. You won’t even feel such an emotion when you see me taking Draco later on.”
And there was that heat again, back to play around with the color on Jason’s face at the thought that he would eventually be watching Phobos and Draco fucking each other.
Jesus, even thinking about that was making his cock pulse, and he didn’t move, didn’t fight it, when Phobos grabbed the waist of his boxers and pulled them down. Even the sensation of the cotton moving against his cock was enough to bring about a shiver of pleasure inside of him. Oh fuck, Jason could hardly hold back. He couldn’t!
He did. Jason moaned and came, like he was still a teenager. Everything pulsed and felt so damned good, but he was mortified.
“Oh no. Fuck,” he said.
Phobos shook his head and leaned in to kiss him. “We made you too eager.”
“But we’re still gonna...right? I mean this doesn’t ruin anything, does it?”
“Of course not,” Phobos said, that gleam never leaving his eyes. “You’re still mine. In every sense of the word.”
A thrill rushed through Jason’s body. He was partly glad that he hadn’t ruined everything but still felt strange about this. He’d half expected the whole thing to come to a stop. It wasn’t as though he could enjoy himself too much now that he’d already had an orgasm, but then again, he supposed it was selfish of him to put off Phobos’s pleasure just because he wouldn’t be getting off now. That wasn’t right either.
Then Phobos leaned down and kissed him, and all those nervous thoughts just completely melted away. The touch of Phobos’s lips and tongue pretty much meant that every worrisome thought flew right out of Jason’s head. He couldn’t think about anything other than the texture of Phobos’s tongue, how warm it felt, and the sizzle that thrummed through him as the man gently humped back and forth. Jason could feel the hard length of Phobos’s cock against his thigh.
He wanted that inside of him. Oh God, his dick was twitching again, as if he could get hard again and get off when Phobos was inside of him.
He clutched the man’s shoulders, needing to be touched and not even knowing why.
Touch me. Please touch me. Touch me!
Soft whimpers and mewls left Jason’s throat as he was being made love to. That was what this felt like. This wasn’t exactly soft and easy, but neither was it hard fucking between two guys who cared nothing at all for anyone’s pleasure but their own.
Phobos pulled back from their kiss, and he licked his shiny lips as he stared down at Jason. “There you go,” he said, his hand coming down, his fingers lightly stroking against Jason’s cock. It jumped, and precum formed at the slit. “Didn’t take too long at all.”
Jason clenched his teeth together, and his head fell back against his pillows. “Oh God, how are you doing that?”
Phobos looked surprised. “Haven’t you ever come more than once before?”
Jason glared at him. “You say that like it’s supposed to be normal.”
He’d heard the stories. Obviously, some people were gifted enough to be able to have multiple orgasms, but Jason was most certainly not one of them.
“Well then,” Phobos replied, “it must be because you are with me. I’ll take that for the compliment that it is.”
His body was getting ready because he was with a dragon? Holy shit. If guys knew about this, then more of them might be showing more interest in the dragons.
Draco came back, jogging into the room and wiggling a new bottle of lube in his hand. “Took me a while, but I found it.”
“Good, we were starting to wonder where you’d gone,” Phobos said.
Jason had been wondering that, too.
Phobos held his hand out, and Draco tossed him the bottle before taking a seat on a nearby reading chair under a lamp. He got himself all comfortable, threading his fingers together and putting his hands over his stomach, as though he was getting ready to watch a good show.
Jason swallowed hard. When he looked back up at Phobos, however, any fears he would’ve had were once again removed when the man kissed him.
It was a soft kiss, only a hint of teeth biting against Jason’s lower lip, and then Phobos pulled back and smiled down at him.
“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. You’re going to like this.”