Brothers - Dexter's Pack - George (Book Five)(26)
He shot out a hand as he dropped to the ground.
“How far do we let the dragon go?” Landon asked…
“Just far enough that the ancestors believe the alpha is dead and the dragon is set to slumber … or die.” Connor answered, keeping a careful watch on the man as the fire slowly died within his eyes…
Connor waited as long as he could. Then he moved fast to toss the dragon shifter over his back and carry him beneath the protection of the witches…
“We’re done, right?” Connor asked Vicky as the witch opened her eyes…
“Done. The dragon was almost at slumber, which means for all intense and purposes – the true alpha is dead and the dragon is no threat…” She gave a small victorious grin to her mate.
“You see, this is why I love that you are so damn devious.”
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Roloko hadn’t expected to survive. He’d believed that once he had played his part in making the ancestors think that the true alpha was dead then they would kill him and end the whole sorry tale there and then.
But, there he was, being given long, curious looks by other members of the pack and clan that had found their way out of the charred castle…
“Let’s talk living arrangements…” Connor said as he strolled up behind the behemoth and slapped him on the back… “Hmm, solid … like a brick wall.”
Roloko eyed the vampire for a long moment…
“You’re not my type…” he offered in a dry tone that impressed the vampire.
“And a sense of humour to boot,” Connor announced with relish. “We’re gonna get on just fine for the next hundred years or so…”
“Hundred…” Roloko scowled down at the man…
“Maybe longer, considering the mates might have offspring…” Connor smirked.
“You never said hundreds of years…” Roloko grumbled.
“Welcome to your new home,” Connor chuckled. “But, don’t worry. I’m sure our little witches or their little witch-let ankle biters can eventually come up with a charm, token, talisman, or some such that will allow you to venture further afield.”
Roloko grunted. It was deep, hard, and sounded like someone had thudded him on the back.
“Oh, and I’d stay away from Vicky for a while, because when she stops crowing about saving you and the true alpha, I think she’s going to be really miffed about what you did to her castle.” Connor said, before expanding his hand and motioning to the green, luscious fields and the mountain that towered above them.
“Home…” Roloko nodded solemnly.
His dragon already felt at ease.
CHAPTER TWENTY T WO
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With a flick of Zana’s wrist she held the dagger between them, pressed up against the hard bulge of his aching length that was fit to burst out of the jeans that he wore.
“Not another step, and stop drooling…” she offered to the true alpha – the feral looking, sexy God like man that stood before her like a statue – now that his manhood was in danger…
George’s jet black eyes took her in. She was sure that she saw a glimmer of red in them a moment before, but that was gone now – they were hungry eyes, but, it wasn’t food that he lusted after…
The muscles of his jaw tweaked with tension, and a moment later a wide, wolfish smile spread his lips and backlit thoughtful dark eyes with a sprinkling of humour…
“My kickass, witch mate…” The depth of his tone rumbled through the air along with a growl that underpinned his words and caused her heart to miss a beat, maybe two – she wasn’t counting – she was too enamoured with that smile…
“You know it,” Zana offered back, lifting her chin with pride, and looking him squarely in the eye…
“So, what are we going to do about it?” George said, leaning towards her just enough to put a little pressure on that dagger – she gave an inch, easing the blade against his length, and he took a mile…
His hand reached for her wrist, and a heartbeat later, her back was against his chest – one of his thick, muscled arms was wrapped around her body holding her in place, and the hand that held that dagger was now trapped out to one side…
She’d let her guard down and he’d got her good…
“Compromise is good…” she offered back.
George couldn’t resist dipping his head and taking her scent at source. His beast rumbled an approving growl that echoed through his broad chest and vibrated against her back…
“I have you where I want you…” George growled the words against her ear, and his heated breath sent a shiver down her spine and every fine hair on her body rushed to stand to attention.
“Maybe, I have you where I want you…” Zana said.
“How so?”
He regretted it the moment that the words came out of his mouth. Talk about a red rag to a bull – he’d been waving that alright.
Zana acted fast, blindsiding him while his little brain was busy making erotic plans that his big brain had no real control over.
He was on his back in a heartbeat. There was a second dagger held against his throat and he swallowed hard, even though he knew that she was never going to use it…