I am sitting on Laryn's knee wearing an indecently tight gown with practically nothing holding my breasts in. My dragon lifts my hand and brings me to my feet. "Roxy, baby, go and find another lovely to share our bed tonight." He slaps my ass and I jump away from the gaming table with a very feminine squeal. Laryn said he would give me an excuse to leave the room and steal my treasure. Two women, though. He knows I'd cleave his cock right off. I giggle and the men give me wicked leers as I leave the room.Dancing and revelry fill the entire downstairs of the huge mansion. Laryn has taught me well and I start my search in the owner's bedroom. When I don't find what I need, I search for the office. A massive safe takes up one entire corner. "Gotcha," I whisper with glee.My hearing is such that I have the old safe open in less than three minutes. There are trays of jewels, stacked gold bars, and even some jewelry. I scan the items until my eyes fall on a large blue amethyst that matche
PART THREEIn the corner of my mind, I hear them shouting. My rage has taken over and I have no control left to stop the destruction even when someone yells directly in my ear, "Sarn, dammit that's enough!"I don't care. I will destroy everything around me. That's what I'm good at. Everyone in my path goes up in flames. Smoke escapes from my nostrils as I think about burning this building down around me. It would feel so damn good to let go.Two shifters grab my arms, their hands like steel. It doesn't matter because I'm stronger and the alcohol makes me invincible. Dmitri is the one who finally puts a stop to my insane theatrics. Well, he stops me from burning his precious nightclub, but the rage will never go away."Are you done?" Dmitri demands in a deadly voice that only a vampire can back up. He is peering down at me with lethal amber eyes as I lie flat on my back with his iron grip tight on my throat. The pressure on my windpipe makes my head swim even more than the alcohol.
When Bastian came to the nightclub, he demanded I return to the dragon realm. I told him to go to hell. Not that I wanted him to join me because really I just wanted to be alone in hell and drink myself to death. Damn Bastian and damn this pint-sized female for not leaving me to my nightmare of constant self-loathing."Are you done glaring at me or should I just sit here and give you a little more time?" Sierra asks, cutting off my pity party.I try again and add biting venom to my voice, "Why are you here?"She watches me with such intense appraisal I'm actually surprised when she answers. Her head cocks just a bit to the side, a spring of hair falls over her cheek, and again I see no features that resemble the bear clan females, though I sense her shifter blood. "I've decided to nurse you until you're able to help yourself. I needed a break from working the club and this position is open. You've chased away everyone else." She puts her hands up and tips her palms toward me a littl
That didn't go well at all. Not that I really expected it to. Hell, the man is stubborn. I've watched him for a year now. Watched him drink himself into a stupor for at least two-thirds of each day. He paid Dmitri a mountain of gold to stay at the club or the vampire would have booted him out months ago. Roland, my twin brother, isn't happy that a dragon shifter has been under the same roof as me. Not that my brother spends too much time being happy. The only person grumpier than him is Sarn.It doesn't help that the damn dragon shifter is the most gorgeous man I've ever laid eyes on. Even with pasty, white, detoxifying skin, he's beautiful. His shaggy head of dark blonde hair needs washing and cutting. I'd give anything to run my fingers through the strands and do both jobs. More so, I want to sink into his odd-colored eyes. The pupils turn amethyst when he's angry or aroused, as I just discovered. The violet hue does strange things deep inside me.I shake my head because now I'm ly
For two more days I feel like shit, but I guess after three-hundred and sixty-five plus days of being inebriated it's to be expected. On the fifth day, I eat the soup Sierra brings and for the first time, the food decides to stay down. The alcohol cravings continue and the body trembles are still there, which makes me feel weaker than I probably am. So much sweat has drenched the sheets on the bed that the entire cabin is beginning to smell like raw sewage. I'm glad when my mind seems much clearer after the meal and my headache subsides.Sierra has been as quiet as the bears when she brings my meals. Of course, she wears those outrageous outfits that make me think of wild sex. Her sweet smile tells another story, though, and her innocence keeps me from making suggestive comments. The question that keeps fluttering through my mind is why do I crave those short visits by her as much as I crave alcohol?I take a last drink of the water and lift myself from the bed. My eyes land on the s
I almost step in, but Sierra clocks him in the muzzle with her fist and shouts, "Yes, it is my business if it makes you so unhappy. Our parents wouldn't want that and they won't love you any less." After a short hesitation, she releases him and places her hands on her hips. "You are a chicken shit. I don't see a mate for either of us hanging around. You will never have a chance if you don't admit the truth and decide to live your life as the person you truly are. Now get out of here and only come back when you want to apologize for being such an ass to Sarn."Roland turns in my direction and bares his teeth. I have no trouble deciphering that he isn't giving me an apology just yet. He suddenly turns his large body in the direction of the door where several bear shifters are peeking inside. He sweeps past them without another glance at me or Sierra."Close the damn door and all of you mind your own business," Sierra shouts at the gathering crowd. She doesn't give them time to do more
"Do you like it?"Sierra looks so hopeful but I downplay how wonderful it is. I finish chewing and take a long drink of water before answering. "It's good." Her lips purse slightly and I try again, "It's really good."Now her smile lights up her face. "I'm glad. My other mother, Amy, taught me this recipe and I've always loved it.""Other mother?" I ask before I can stop myself. I shouldn't be encouraging conversation. I need to maintain a mental distance from what she is obviously offering. I'm not an idiot and her wanting to be friends is a ruse. She desires me as much as I desire her. "My birth mother was killed a few weeks after she gave birth to my brother and me. Marcus, the liege of the Southwest Clan, and his mate, Amy, raised me and my brother for a few years. When my father mated again, we moved to Florida to be with his new clan. I grew up traveling between the clans and spent many hours in the kitchen with Amy."She smiles wistfully at the memories she conjured and it
Sarn's pain fills the room like a heavy shroud. He's angry and desolate. I know some of the story that brought him to this point. He grieves for his dead bride and he did something to upset the other dragons. I have no clue what it is. I head back into the kitchen and fill two more plates with the leftover food from the stove.I sit Sarn's fresh plate of pork and rice in front of him. "Sorry," I mutter before meeting his eyes. "I have a temper and the easiest way to bring it out is to say something bad about my brother." Heat creeps into my cheeks. "Or make me think you're insinuating something bad. We're very close and his heartache is mine even though he tries to keep me from feeling it." My eyes drop and I sit in my chair again. I tip my head so I can see him from the corner of my eye and wave my hand at his plate. "Please eat. You need the calories."Sarn picks up the new fork resting on his plate and eats every last bite. I like watching him enjoy the meal after seeing him strug