River dragon, p.12
River Dragon, page 12
He was juggling our twins, Marion and Robyn, in his hands while Teddy, our four year old foster son, had his entire body wrapped around his calf. He looked so damn hot covered in our babies, and I was gonna tell him so later that night when I had him alone. But right then, I had big news.
“What is it, Trouble?” Percy asked, placing the babies in the playpen, and setting Teddy up with some age appropriate building blocks.
“Remember when we said we were going to branch out and try to help other groups of supernaturals, not just Shifters and Witches?”
“Yeah, of course. You know, you’re smiling but it’s full of mischief, Trouble. Last time you looked like that you were telling me you and your sisters voted me in the Clan.”
“Mmm hmm.”
I bit my lip. He wasn’t wrong. Percy, like my sisters’ mates, was a part of the Witch Shifter Clan even though he was neither. It didn’t matter. He was mine, and that made him Clan. It also made him family. Sometimes family was someone you chose. And I picked Percy. I always would.
“Well?” he asked. “Did something happen?”
“Um, yeah. You just became the first agent in DPCA history to be certified in Supernatural Childcare of Beings with Blood Related Dietary Needs.”
“That’s a mouthful,” he said with a grin.
“I know. But isn’t it amazing? Harbor House can officially take in Vampires and Dhampirs now.”
“Wow. Trouble, that’s great, really. Thank you,” he said, pulling me towards him and giving me a chaste-ish kiss.
“Ew,” Teddy said, giggling as he covered his eyes.
Marion and Robyn were too young to care what their Mom and Dad did, and the other kids were busy with story time. Calla Falk started volunteering when she turned sixteen, and she was as good at making up fairytales as her Aunt Jozi.
I motioned to one of the other permanent staff members to keep an eye on the kids and I pulled my mate out of the room. He let me, of course, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to move the big sexy lug.
“Have another surprise for me?” he asked, pulling me flush against him as we ducked into the supply closet.
“It’s not a surprise, but I did want to tell you how much I love you mate of mine.”
I batted my eyelashes at him, taking in his handsome features and loving the way his gaze heated and his body hardened pressed against me. Nothing felt better than being in Percy’s arms, except maybe when I was in his arms, and he was kissing me. As if he read my mind, he proceeded to do just that.
“Goddamn, you taste so good,” he growled, cupping my ass beneath the skirt of my dress, and hoisting me off the floor as he deepened our kiss.
“Percy,” I whimpered.
“I got you, Trouble. I always got you,” he said, locking the door before pressing me back against it.
“Now, keep those moans locked down, Baby. Remember, nobody gets to hear you, but me.”
I nodded my head, biting my lip as my mate tugged my panties aside. I felt him move between us, freeing his thick, hard length from its confines before stuffing me full of his cock. Goddamn was right. He felt so good. Every time with Percy, it just got better and better.
“Tell me how you feel, Baby,” he demanded, whispering in my ear.
“So good. You make me feel so good.”
“That’s right. I make you feel good, and you feel fucking perfect squeezing me with your pretty pussy.”
His naughty words heated my blood, tipping me over the edge, and he slammed his hips harder into mine, stuffing his shoulder against my mouth to quiet my moans. I bit him, hard. But he just groaned, loving the blend of pleasure and pain. His cock pulsed inside me, and I reveled in the feel of him filling me with his seed.
“Love you, Trouble. Love you so much.”
I smiled, feeling cherished and loved like I had every day since he came to Harbor House looking for me. Looking for Trouble.
The end.
JOIN THE PACK!
Looking for a Paranormal Romance series that is loads of growly fun?
Welcome to the Macconwood Pack!
These stories are split into two series, the Macconwood Pack Novels Series, and the Macconwood Pack Tales.
Each story features one or more Pack members their journey to their one true and fated mate. They can be read alone, though they are better read in order, as characters may show up in each other’s stories.
Pack is family for the Macconwood wolves, and when you read their tales, you become family too. What are you waiting for?
Join the Pack today!
https://www.cdgorri.com/series/the-macconwood-pack-novel-series/
No cliffhangers. Steamy PNR fun.
Go and read your next happily ever after today!
BEWARE… HERE BE DRAGONS!
The Falk Clan Tales began as my stories surrounding four dragon Brothers and how they find their one true mates, but when a long lost brother arrives on the scene, followed by a few more Shifters…what can I say? The more the merrier!
Each Dragon’s chest is marked with his rose, the magical link to his heart and his magic. They each have a matching gemstone to go with it.
She’s given up on love. But he’s just begun.
In The Dragon's Valentine we meet the eldest Falk brother, Callius. He is on a mission to find a Castle and his one true mate, one he can trust with his diamond rose....
His heart is frozen. Can she change his mind about love?
In The Dragon’s Christmas Gift our attention shifts to Alexsander, the youngest brother of the four. He has resigned himself to a life alone, until he meets her.
Some wounds run deep. Can a Dragon’s heart be unbroken?
The Dragon’s Heart is the story of Edric Falk who has vowed never to love again, but that changes when he meets his feisty mate, Joselyn Curacao.
She just wants a little fun. He’s looking for a lifetime.
We finally meet Nikolai Falk and his sexy Shifter mate in The Dragon’s Secret.
She doesn’t believe in fairytales, until a Dragon comes knocking on her door.
Meet Castor Falk, the long lost brother of our original four Dragons, and his sassy mate Josette. The Dragon’s Treasure is full of adventure and laughs.
Nothing can surprise this six hundred-year-old Dragon, except maybe her.
Devine Graystone meets his match in Sunny Daye, an irrepressible Wolf Shifter with a heart of gold. Read their story in The Dragon’s Surprise.
He’s a hardcore realist until she dares him to dream.
Nicholas Gravestone doesn’t know what to think when he spies Minerva Lykos on the property his Dragon covets. Can this unlikely pair come to a truce? Find out in The Dragon’s Dream.
Thanks for reading.
xoxo,
C.D. Gorri
*Dragon Mates & Dragon Mates 2 boxed sets are now available in hardcover, paperback, and ebook.
EXCERPT FROM MARKED BY THE DEVIL
Snap! Flash! Snap! Bang!
“Over here! The Dark Prince is by the window!”
Click! Bang! Snap!
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Avail growled. He could feel that secret part of him pushing to be released. Power pulsed through his veins, his beast demanding to be set free, but he fought the temptation.
Snap! Flash! The horde of paparazzi swarmed outside the entrance to the Leeds Foundation, snapping pictures and banging on the polished reinforced glass doors in hopes of catching a glimpse of him—like he was their prey.
If they only knew.
He growled aloud, eyes flashing at the throng below. The man they hunted was not the useless, spoiled playboy they took him for.
Avail Leeds was something more. A predator. Not like those uncouth vultures circling with their cameras and cheap shots.
He was the real thing. A creature humankind built into legend with stories of midnight encounters. He snorted a harsh laugh.
If only I could show them. Grrrr.
They’d been there since daybreak hoping to get a statement or a picture of him, but Avail had managed to dodge them. He was no stranger to this kind of game.
Unfortunately for me. Sigh.
They’d dubbed him the “Naughty Dark Prince” years ago, recording his exploits and reporting them with more than a touch of exaggeration, as a constant source of entertainment for normals the world over.
As heir to the Leeds fortune, Avail had been in the spotlight since birth. Especially after his parent’s tragic death when he was an infant.
His grandparents had brought him up with the finest education and surroundings a boy could have.
So, yes, he was known to indulge in a bit of luxury and sport in between his family’s foundation and other philanthropic works.
The Leeds family was enormously wealthy. The money had come to the family at first from the land itself. Natural resources like coal and oil had started the family’s legacy.
Later on, they’d dabbled in manufacturing, then real estate and development. Now the family was known for their charity.
Avail himself had increased their holdings by playing the stock market and investing in several internet start-ups. He certainly had a marvelous head for figures. The mathematical and the female kind.
He gritted his teeth at the reminder. The latter had, once again, caused him this current headache. Women would surely be the death of him, or so his grandmother promised. Often.
Oh dear. Grandmother is certain to be angry this time.
“Denise!” Avail groaned his secretary’s name as he looked out his office window.
So many of them are here this time. Ugh. He slumped back in his Perigold executive chair. The exotic French walnut was highly polished and smelled of lemons. The seat was made from the leather of a sixteen-point stag that his great-grandfather had taken down himself. He remembered that day.
Hunting with Grandfather was often the best time of his life. After all, he’d taught Avail everything he knew about controlling his inner demons, so to speak. He sure missed the old man.
His darling grandmother ordered the leather made from the buck’s skin to be turned into this bit of posh office furniture for Avail when he took over as president of the Leeds Foundation. Conditioned with only the best mixtures of Mink and Neatsfoot oils, the chair was fucking amazing, if he did say so himself. Soft and strong, perfect for his six-foot four-inch, two-hundred and forty-pound frame.
He was certainly grateful for it as he slunk down into the buttery depths and cradled his head in his hands. It was only seven o’clock in the morning. How did those vultures find him so quickly?
“What have you done now?” Why does her voice have to reach that pitch? He cringed.
“Just the usual, Denise,” he answered with a grin.
His silk shirt of the night before hung open revealing a large expanse of his muscled chest, evenly covered in a dusting of black hair.
It matched the midnight dark strands atop his head that earned him the hated moniker “Naughty Dark Prince”.
Of course, if he’d bothered to stay out of the public eye the name would probably be forgotten. Fat chance. Avail couldn’t help himself. He simply loved life, women, and parties. Usually, in that order.
He didn’t bother to button his shirt or his pants as Denise stomped across the floor in those ridiculous heels she wore.
The older woman had seen him in far worse shape. He could use a shower and shave, ooh, and some breakfast.
A bloody steak and half a dozen eggs should do it, but even as he thought it his stomach revolted. Ugh. See what happens when we mix whiskey and magic! His Devil growled inside of him and Avail groaned aloud. The magic had been a bit much, but the little Witch deserved it. Taunting him for not being interested in her obvious wiles.
The glare coming from Denise had him refocusing his attention on the motherly woman. Ouch. She could singe toast with that look! So loving, he thought. His secretary of seven years cared about him. That was nice.
“Well, Denise, I suppose you want to know what happened.”
“Oh, a night of wining and dining the little trust fund baby? What’s to know? Did little pookie not like getting kicked out of bed at 3AM?”
Denise Reynolds stood over Avail with a large, steaming mug of his favorite French roast, served black, in one hand. In the other was a large cup of tomato juice and six aspirin. Otherwise, he might have growled at her insolence. As if. He loved the crotchety older woman.
Her white hair was sprayed straight up like spindles guarding a castle. The sight was a bit harsh on his poor bloodshot eyes.
Yes, he’d had far too good a time last night, but it wasn’t with little pookie as much as it was with the whiskey he’d imbibed.
And the magic he’d wielded.
It was nearing the last quarter moon and Avail’s beastie had been up for some good old-fashioned debauchery. As was the little Witch he’d brought along for the ride.
Bambi was a trust fund baby and a Witch. He’d met her at The Thirsty Dog where he’d gone to partake in some booze and dancing, perhaps a little nookie with a stranger.
He thought he’d found the perfect partner for the evening in the wicked Bambi. The woman had been down for just about anything. Including skinny dipping in the frigid Blue Hole which was just a few miles from his home.
He’d used a few tricks with some ancient runes and conjured a little light show while they swam. He’d even allowed his Devil to play a little bit as well. Hoping for a little suck and blow afterwards.
Not the card game.
And then it had all gone wrong. Bambi had wanted promises with her sex. That was a serious no in his book. Then the taunting came and out she went.
Like a light.
“Well?”
“Oh Denise, what can I say? She wanted more than an evening’s entertainment. I simply didn’t see us headed that way.”
“Well, normally I’d say the girl had standards, but uh, I don’t think so.”
He stretched as he swallowed his aspirin and downed the tomato juice. Avail held his hot coffee carefully. Denise had a sadistic side and he’d caught her trying to burn his Devil once or twice over the years.
“Humph. How is that too hot for you?” She rolled her eyes and gathered the empty glass as he continued to wait for his coffee to cool down.
“I told you before, I’m not that kind of Devil, Denise,” he murmured and sipped the brew as it reached the perfect temperature.
Heaven.
He continued to sip with his eyes closed ignoring everything but the smooth warm liquid as it slid down his throat.
“Really, Avail? You took that silicone doll to the Blue Hole! Your grandmother is going to be furious with you.”
“Yes, yes, I know. Wait, how did you know?” He frowned.
The swimming spot had been shunned by locals for decades, but the Leeds family still enjoyed the crystal-clear waters.
They were fed by an underground glacier though some still claim to be baffled by its existence. Whatever.
Still, he knew better than to take a normal to one of his family’s private haunts. He also knew better than to use magic in front of anyone. But he’d figured it was alright since Bambi was in fact a Witch.
Even better, she had her own money. So, he didn’t need to worry about her motives. Ideally, she’d been looking for a little light fun on a Friday night. That was all!
How wrong he’d been.
“Avail, you need to see this.”
“Hmm? What?” He turned and looked at the older woman who was staring at the television with her mouth hanging open.
“Pookie took pictures! Ha! Looks like you’ve finally did it this time. And look, an interview too!”
“Oh fuck! Turn it up!”
“Leedsy is a very naughty boy! Mmm hmm. He fed me whiskey and oysters on a silk sheet by the pool…
I tell you the truth I didn’t mind spanking him, but the ball and gag was where I drew the line. I like it when my men talk dirty, you know?...
Of course, that’s true!...
Well, he insisted on wearing my thong as a choker…
Yes, I’d be willing to go out with him again. He is a big boy after all, and his endurance is divine…
I found his size to be more than adequate though his oral skills were slightly exaggerated…
but that is nothing compared to what happened afterwards…
yeah we both saw him…
the actual Jersey Devil…”
For fucks sake…
Continue to read here https://www.cdgorri.com/series/purely-paranormal-romance-books
ALSO BY C.D. GORRI
Contemporary Romance Books:
Cherry On Top Tales
Her Yule His Log
His Carrot Her Muffin
Her Chocolate His Bar
Wild Billionaire Romance
His Wild Obsession
His Wild Temptation
Jersey Bad Boys
Merciful Lies
***
Paranormal Romance Books:
Macconwood Pack Novel Series:
Macconwood Pack Tales Series:
The Falk Clan Tales:
The Bear Claw Tales:
The Barvale Clan Tales:
Barvale Holiday Tales:
Purely Paranormal Romance Books:
The Wardens of Terra:
The Maverick Pride Tales:
Dire Wolf Mates:
Wyvern Protection Unit:
Jersey Sure Shifters/EveL Worlds:
The Guardians of Chaos:
Twice Mated Tales
Hearts of Stone Series
Moongate Island Tales
Mated in Hope Falls
Speed Dating with the Denizens of the Underworld
