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- Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
A Dragon's Wild Lust
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015
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A Dragon's Wild Lust
(The Last Dragon - Book 1)
By Malory Chambers
Copyright 2015 Malory Chambers
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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older
Last Dragon Alive
I sighed as I leaned against the cool glass window, each exhale fogging my view of the breathtaking view of the forest outside.
"What're you thinking about, doll?" my sole companion asked. I didn't need to turn to know that Darrell was sitting on the floor, a carving something or the other on a small slab of wood. He was the second youngest member of our family, with me at the bottom of the pack. His silver hair was a marked difference from the brilliant colored rainbow that each of us sported. I turned to watch him work his magic on the wooden statue. He seems to be working on recreating the image of the king.
"Nothing," I said nonchalantly with a small shrug.
His muscles and veins protruded from his arms with the effort of making precise marks on the wood. I frowned, thinking that a piece of wood should not be giving him so much trouble. Like most of the men of our weredragon clan, Darrell was gifted with extraordinary strength even when in his human form.
"What's that made of?" I asked, curious on the material that would require such effort on his part to use. .
"This?" he asked as he got up and picked up the two foot high half-finished statue with his hand and walked over to me. He offered me the statue with a lopsided grin that made the sides of his eyes wrinkle in the most adorable way.
"No, thank you," I stated. I was not stupid enough to pick that up from him since it would more likely pull a muscle than stay in my grip. "That thing is probably ridiculous heavy," I said.
He chuckled and sat back down on the floor to continue using the small carving knife to make the King's face. "It's from the bronze tree," he admitted finally, "you've seen it, right?"
"Only the parts that you had been working with," I said. According to my brothers, the bronze tree is a large mystical tree that grew in the middle of the forest. The bark of the tree is almost impossible to penetrate through, and it is the color of bronze, hence its namesake. I couldn't phantom how large the entire tree was if Darrell had only been working with its branches. "Do you think you could bring me there?" I asked.
He looked at me quizzically, his silver irises making it look as if he was sightless though the truth is far from it. He has the best eyesight amongst us. "Why the sudden interest?" he wanted to know.
"I would like to go out more often," I admitted. "I feel like I spent all my time in here." It was true enough. Apart from some smaller hunting trips, our alpha seems to prefer to keep me hidden.
He put his carving knife down and walked over to me. "Are you alright, sister?" he asked, his hand on my forehead to check my temperature. As far as I know, none of us are related by blood. We were together for companionship and the safety in numbers.
There used to be a good deal of dragon shifters around, but that changed after the war that ended more than two centuries ago. All that remains now is a hundred [...]
