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Scorch (Dragon's Destiny:Fated Mates Book 2)

By:Wolf Specter & Angel Knots

 I wanted Maks, and seeing so much of him lately had been heaven.

I loved his sense of humor, and the way he listened to me as if  everything about me was fascinating, and the way he made even the  simplest moments fun. I loved the little ways he always found to touch  me, and the way he remembered the things that were important to me, and  the way he looked at me, hot and tender at the same time, as if I was  everything he wanted. And I appreciated that he respected my need to  honor my marriage vows. I really did.

But oh, God, I desperately wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to do  things to me that I'd never experienced in real life, but I wasn't free  to ask for those things.

Whenever I closed my eyes, though, he was there …  and in my dreams I  didn't have to ask. They always felt so vivid, so real, as if Maks were  inside my head, inside my heart-and definitely, in those hot, frantic  dreams-inside my body.

Tonight, in the way of dreams, the setting was both familiar and  strange. It felt like my bedroom, my home, but not the one I lived in  with Sarah. It was Maks's home. Our home, together. And Maks was there,  behind me, those hot hands that had touched me chastely so many times in  the waking world, suddenly not so innocent. Slipping under my shirt,  trailing a line of heat up my belly that shot straight down to my cock.  Maks was kissing me, tipping my head back so he could suck lightly at  the base of my throat as he undressed me. Handling me with a possessive  devotion that made me feel cherished and loved and his, completely.

I didn't know if the reality would ever compare to this. How could it?

In the dream, Maks's lips scorched my skin, lighting it on fire with a  fierce, burning need for more. Dream-clothes disappeared, and the feel  of Maks's powerful body, naked and pressed against me from behind, his  thick shaft pulsing between us, was almost enough to make me come by  itself.

Especially when he reached around and wrapped a hot hand around my own  straining erection, stroking up its length with the perfect pressure,  and that delicious heat. Slicking his hand back down me, again and  again, in a rhythm that made everything else disappear. There was only  him.

His touch. His heat. His voice.

He whispered in my ear, telling me all the things that I'd never heard  him say in waking life, but had seen in his eyes every time we saw each.  Things I was scared for him to say out loud since I wasn't free to act  on them …  even though I desperately wanted to hear them. Wicked things,  and loving things, and things that made me dream of a future that was  unlike anything I'd ever let myself imagine before meeting him.

And then, with no transition, dream-Maks was fucking me.


~ Maksim ~

"Where's whatsisname?" Ty asked, handing me a beer. "Jared. Did you leave him back in Wisconsin?"

"Jason," I corrected him, slouching down on the couch. "And that's been  over for a few months. Thanks," I added, tipping the beer up in a mock  salute before taking a drink.

"Fuck, Maks," Ty laughed, shaking his head. "You go through men faster  than my niece goes through diapers. I thought you dragons were all  ‘there can be only one' and shit."

I laughed along with him, ignoring the little twinge I felt at the jibe.  Not every dragon shifter could be as lucky as my friend, Dane, who had  found his fated mate in Ty's twin, Wes. The first time Dane had seen  Wes, his otherself had instantly recognized the pretty man as his  destiny.

I'd met Dane over two hundred years ago, when I still thought I was  human. He'd been there when my dragon had awoken, and when my otherself  had first burst forth he'd saved me from causing harm to the people that  mattered to me.

Before that day, I hadn't known such things existed, and it had been  both shocking and terrifying …  but not as much as the thought of what I  would have become if my friend hadn't been there to take me under his  wing. Dane was already centuries old by the time I came along, and in  that time he had seen our kind do unspeakable things. He'd shielded me  from most of it, guiding and mentoring me in what it meant to be what we  were and becoming my closest friend along the way-a relationship closer  than family for both of us.

Our nature meant that we lived lives always subtly apart from the humans  around us, but that had changed for Dane when he found his fated mate.  He had a family of his own now, and I'd never seen my friend as happy as  he was now that he had Wes and had become a father.

He was a good man, and he deserved it.

Seeing what he had, though, had made me increasingly discontent with the  endless parade of boyfriends who flowed in and out of my own life. I  enjoyed human men, but from the moment I'd discovered what I really was,  I'd understood that I would always need to keep them at arm's length.  I'd learned that from Dane, but where he had been wracked with guilt  over the way dragonkind treated the humans who didn't know that we lived  among them, I'd always been more laid back.         



Dane had been driven to protect humans. I was much more interested in simply enjoying them.

Our dragon powers made it easy for our kind to get what we wanted in  life, but I'd never had to resort to that to fill my bed. I knew that  men were attracted to my dragon-built human body as much as to my  admittedly-hedonistic attitude, and I couldn't ever remember meeting a  man I wanted that I couldn't have.

Of course, I always knew that I couldn't have them for long, but I was used to that.

Humans were too short-lived to get attached to, and there was so much I  couldn't reveal to them that getting truly close was not an option.  Which had never been a problem. Keeping things fun and casual had always  worked just fine for me. I liked things easy, and if there was a level  of intimacy lost, I accepted that as the price of being a dragon.

Lately, though, I'd started to feel …  restless.

Watching Dane with his fated mate had shown me something I hadn't  believed was possible for us, and it stirred something inside me that I  wasn't at all sure I liked. It made me less and less content with being  alone, but at the same time, I wasn't satisfied with the company of the  kind of men who had been perfectly acceptable before.

It was maddening.

Dragons were territorial creatures, and even among friends we tended to  live apart. Still, I'd grown restless in my own territory back east and  lately found myself heading north frequently to spend time with my  friend Ben, another dragon shifter I'd met when Dane and I first came to  this continent after getting chased out of Europe by my sire, or more  often, pulled here, drawn to the west to be around Dane and his family.

Dane had only found his mate a year and a half ago, and they were still  sickeningly in love with each other. Even though I knew Dane considered  me family, too, I didn't want to intrude …  but I couldn't seem to stay  away. Being around them didn't quite cure my loneliness, but at least it  was better than being on my own.

Especially since I hadn't been with a man since I'd ended things with my last boyfriend, Jason, months ago.

I blinked, a little shocked as I realized how long it had actually been.

"I need to get laid," I said. Maybe that was the problem. Sex might help  with the annoying dissatisfaction I'd felt lately with …  well, with  everything.

"Sorry. Straight," Ty said, raising his hand as if he'd been called on in school. "Can't help you there, dude."

"Can't help with what, Tee?" Wes asked his brother, walking in with his one-year-old daughter, Elise, on his hip.

"Maks is fuck-, uh, horn- er, lonely," Ty said, putting his beer down  with a grimace as he stumbled over his words in an effort to make it a  G-Rated answer. He reached for his niece.

I laughed at Ty's ongoing struggle to watch his language around Wes and  Dane's daughter. Given that he was a man who typically dropped a minimum  of two F-bombs per sentence, I had to admit that the outgoing soldier  was doing much better than the last time I'd seen him. Elise wasn't  talking much yet, though, so it was yet to be seen if he'd been  successful enough.

The little girl giggled happily as her father handed her over to her  uncle, patting Ty's cheek and launching into an intense, babbling  monologue that didn't seem to include any four-letter words-or really  any recognizable words at all. Ty seemed to follow along just fine,  though, nodding and talking back as if his niece was telling him the  most interesting things in the world.

The sight of the normally foul-mouthed Ty getting all gooey-eyed over my  friend's daughter gave me an unfamiliar ache in my chest. Not for him,  of course, but for that. I'd never had the desire for a family of my  own, but I was beginning to see the appeal after spending so much time  with Dane's.

I really needed to quash the part of me that had suddenly become  impatient to have what Dane had found, though. I was the youngest dragon  on the continent, and I couldn't expect that out of all the human men  who had ever lived, my one-and-only would suddenly appear just because I  was feeling a little jealous of my friend's happiness.