Dragon King

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Title: Dragon King
Series: Dark Kings #6.5
Release Date: August 25, 2015
ISBN13: 978-1940887678


Grace Clark has always done things safe. She’s never colored outside of the law, but she has a book due and has found the perfect spot to break through her writer’s block. Or so she thinks. Right up until Arian suddenly appears and tries to force her away from the mountain. Unaware of the war she just stumbled into, Grace doesn’t just discover the perfect place to write, she finds Arian – the most gorgeous, enticing, mysterious man she’s ever met.

Arian is a Dragon King who has slept away centuries in his cave. Recently woken, he’s about to leave his mountain to join his brethren in a war when he’s alerted that someone has crossed onto Dreagan. He’s ready to fight…until he sees the woman. She’s innocent and mortal – and she sets his blood aflame. He recognizes the danger approaching her just as the dragon within him demands he claim her for his own…

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Arian paced the cavern in his mountain in agitation and a wee bit of anxiety. He was shaking off the dragon sleep from the past six hundred years. Not only had it been six centuries since he had been in human form, but there was a war the Dragon Kings were involved in.

Con and the others were waiting for him to join in the war. Every King had been woken to take part. After all the wars they had been involved in, Arian wasn’t happy to be woken to join another.

Because of Ulrik. The banished and disgraced Dragon King hadn’t just made a nuisance of himself, but he somehow managed to get his magic returned.

Which meant the Kings needed to put extra magic into keeping the four silver dragons sleeping undisturbed deep within the mountain. They were Ulrik’s dragons, and he would want to wake them soon.

But it wasn’t just Ulrik that was causing mischief. The Dark Fae were as well. It infuriated Arian that they were once more fighting the Dark. Hadn’t the Fae Wars killed enough Fae and dragons?

Then again, as a Dragon King as old as time itself, they were targets for others who wanted to defeat them.

For Ulrik, he just wanted revenge. Arian hated him for it, but he could understand. Mostly because Arian had briefly joined Ulrik in his quest to rid the realm of humans.

Thoughts of Ulrik were pushed aside as Arian found himself thinking about why he had taken to his mountain. When he came here six hundred years earlier, it was to remain there for many thousands of years.

The Dragon Kings sought their mountains for many reasons. Some were just tired of dealing with mortals, but others had something they wished to forget for a while. Arian was one of the latter.

There were many things he did in his past when the King of Kings, Constantine, asked. Not all of them Arian was proud of. The one that sent him to his mountain still preyed upon him.

He didn’t remember her name, but he remembered her tears. Because of the spell to prevent any of the Dragon Kings from falling in love with mortals, Arian had easily walked away from the female.

Six centuries later, he could still hear her begging him to stay with her, still see the tears coursing down her face. Though he hadn’t felt anything, it bothered him that he had so easily walked away. Because Con had demanded it.

Loyalty—above all else.

The Dragon Kings were his family, and Dreagan his home. There was never any question if he were needed that Arian would do whatever it took to help his brethren in any capacity asked of him.

Arian wasn’t angry at himself for choosing loyalty for Dreagan. It was expected. What he had grown tired of was the monotony of his existence.

He halted, a shiver of awareness overtaking him. With his mountain being one of those closest to the border, Arian was attuned to anything that crossed through their dragon magic barrier.

And something significant just crossed onto Dreagan.

Arian shifted into human form. He flexed his fingers several times before fisting his hand. Then he rotated his shoulders. Next he dropped his chin to his chest and rolled his head from one side to the other, stretching muscles that hadn’t been used in centuries.

He had no clothes, but then again there wasn’t a need for any. Con visited each King who was sleeping every ten years and passed on everything that was going on in the world.

And a lot had happened.

When Darius , another Dragon King, woke him, he informed Arian of the recent happenings regarding the Dark Fae and Ulrik. It could be a Dark Fae out there, or it could be an MI5 agent.

No way was Arian going to let anyone onto Dreagan—mortal or immortal. They were going to die before they could go a step further.

Arian strode from the cavern through the tunnels in his mountain until he came to the entrance. Before him stood a large pool of water that was as still as glass.

Stalactites hung from the ceiling in various sizes. Only a paltry scrap of light penetrated the thick darkness from the cave entrance.

Arian eyed the opening that was large enough for him to fit through in dragon form. He made his way around the body of water, his feet making nary a sound. Then he paused at the cave entrance.

The world was cast in a gray sheen that made him blink several times for his eyes to adjust. A light smattering of rain fell, wetting everything.

He kept to the shadows of the cave and peered outside where he felt the intruder. Arian spotted a bright orange shoe. What had Con called them when he visited a few years ago? Aye. Tennis shoes.

Arian closed his eyes and used his dragon magic to sense who he would be fighting. Instantly he felt the human. His eyes snapped open. It was going to be an easy fight.

Just as he was about to step outside, the rain began to fall harder. He heard a curse from what sounded like a female. Arian frowned. He didn’t like fighting females, but he would do what he had to do.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shitttttttttt,” said the distinctly feminine voice with a slight accent to it he couldn’t quite place.

There was fear in her tone that stopped him. He stilled as she stood and clumsily began to come closer to the entrance, an entrance she wasn’t supposed to be able to see because it was cloaked in dragon magic.

So she had found his cave. It made no difference. She would get no farther than where he was. And…he was going to learn how she was able to see through the magic.

She barreled past him, her back to him as she shook out her blonde locks that stopped at her chin. She raked her hand through her wet hair and sighed loudly, her gaze never leaving the rain.

Visibly shaking, he wasn’t sure if it was due to the cold or if she was filled with terror. By the pallor of her skin, he was beginning to think she was frightened.

After several moments, the female relaxed a fraction. It was almost as if she had been waiting for something.

“It’s just rain. Only rain.” She briefly closed her eyes. “I was making such progress too.” She held up a thin rectangle object and spoke to it. “You better not have gotten wet. I need you.”

Arian raised a brow. Was she daft? Or was it some trick to keep him off guard.

She turned around before glancing outside again. Her gaze slid right over him, never seeing him in the shadows. Arian was taken aback by her earthy beauty.

Her creamy skin was flawless. She had large, thick-lashed eyes that were a blue so dark Arian had never seen the like. His gaze raked over her heart-shaped face, from her forehead and slightly arched brows to her high cheekbones, and finally her plump lips.

She hugged the thin object against her and shivered in the green jacket that hid her figure from him. But if her slim legs encased in denim were any indication, he was going to like what he saw beneath.

Her was a soft yellow that made him think of daisies bending slightly in the wind. With her locks hanging thick and wet against her damp skin, all Arian could think about was touching her hair, running his fingers through it.

She sighed, drawing his eyes back to her mouth. A mouth that was too seductive by far. The fact he was wondering how her lips would feel against his was a prime indication that the last thing Arian should encounter after six centuries of sleeping was a beautiful woman who made him ache to touch her.