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  Dragon Fated

  Prince of the Otherworlds

  Kara Lockharte

  Cassie Alexander

  Copyright © 2020 by Erin Cashier and Kara Lockharte

  Cover design by Croco Designs

  All rights reserved.

  Note: This book is a work of fiction. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  About the Authors

  Kara Lockharte is the daughter of immigrants and an author of the best selling Dragon Lovers series and the Space Shifter Chronicles. She loves writing romances with sexy alpha alien shifters and strong heroines while acting as mom-chauffeur to her crazy little kids. A NYC to CA transplant, she misses decent bagels but is definitely enjoying the strawberries and sunshine.

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  Cassie Alexander is a registered nurse and the author of the Edie Spence urban fantasy series and Dark Ink Tattoo. She lives in the Bay Area in the middle of a succulent garden with a highly supportive husband and two judgmental cats.

  Follow Cassie on Instagram, https://www.instagram.com/cactinaut_Cassie_Alexander/, or get a free book at her website, www.cassiealexander.com

  To Mr. Lockharte and Mr. Alexander for supporting us with ice cream and cheese!

  About DRAGON FATED

  That billionaire dragon-shifter I’ve been trying to avoid getting involved with?

  Yeah, I pretty much failed there...and I've never been so delighted.

  Sure, he’s intense, good looking, and ripped in all the right places, not to mention the deliciously savage way he claims my body, marking me as his.

  Despite our clearly very different backgrounds, me an American-born Chinese nurse, him, a dragon-shifter from another realm, against all odds Damian Blackwood gets me in a way that no one else ever has.

  Certainly not my family, who's never told me the truth about my past.

  I don’t know where I fit in with Damian’s life of fighting monsters and assassins.

  I knew he had secrets -- but now I have them too.

  And if I’m not careful, my secrets could destroy us both.

  NOTE: This is part of a slow burn paranormal romance series featuring a hot dragonshifter hero: heck yes, explicit scenes are in here but you’ll have to be patient for the HEA to come.

  Author note: This is part of a slow burn paranormal romance series featuring a hot dragonshifter hero: heck yes, explicit scenes are in here but you’ll have to be patient for the HEA to come.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Prince of the Other Worlds Series

  Also by Kara Lockharte

  Also by Cassie Alexander

  Chapter 1

  “Wake up and say yes,” a rough voice advised Andi as she felt strong arms encircle her, pulling her back against someone’s chest.

  Her eyelids fluttered, blurrily revealing her own room, and all the events of the prior night came rushing back—her uncle, her brother, and him.

  Damian. The man holding her now and murmuring in her ear, nuzzling his face into her hair. She stretched against him, waking up. She felt so well rested—likely because he’d exhausted her last night—but also because she hadn’t dreamed. The entire time she’d been asleep by Damian’s side, she hadn’t had a single nightmare. It felt like it’d been weeks since she’d last slept well.

  Damian used the opportunity of her stretching to tighten his arms around her, one underneath her and up across her chest, beneath her breasts, the other possessively around her waist. He was deliciously warm against all the places that his arms touched, and where his chest pressed against her back too, his neck against her shoulder, his chin against her neck—but no place more so than the stiff cock he had nestled between the clefts of her ass.

  “Wake up and say yes,” he suggested again, his voice thick with desire as he smoothed her hair away to begin kissing her neck now that he knew she was rousing.

  “Hmm, yes to what?” she asked, reaching up to run her fingers through his straight black hair.

  He didn’t answer her; he just rocked her with his hips, and she laughed. “Damian, I can’t,” she said, as his kisses started to run higher up her neck and along her jaw.

  He paused to mutter, “Why not?” sounding absolutely petulant—like a boy whose favorite toy had just asked to be put away.

  Andi laughed. “Because…I’m gross…I have dragon breath.”

  He chuckled melodiously near her ear and said, “Like I care,” before resuming course.

  Andi grinned in the half-light of her room. Of course, he didn’t. Because he was a dragon. And, right now, he was her dragon.

  “Yes,” she said definitively. “Yes and yes and yes,” she went on.

  Damian practically purred; she felt the rumble inside of his chest. “Save some yeses for later,” he said and reached for her thigh.

  He pulled her top leg up and over his hips, making her feel like she was falling back against him, but she knew he’d catch her. The hand on her chest beneath her breasts reached to cup her nearest one and stroke her nipple with a thumb, as his tongue ran up the shell of her ear.

  “Let me kiss you,” he demanded, the need in his voice as raw as his erection.

  She twisted her head to meet his, so his lips could find hers and part them, tongue pushing in. Once again, she felt surrounded by him, and soon, both of her hands were in his hair, holding herself to him, feeling his hips thrust against her in time with his fingers stroking and his tongue pushing, and she gasped out a moan next time he let her breathe.

  “Yes,” he agreed, his voice low, rocking himself against her again. She felt the warm velvet smoothness of his hard cock slide against her ass—and the aching emptiness of the space between her legs where she wanted it, where it belonged. She squirmed against him in anticipation, and he chuckled darkly. “Does my princess need something?” he asked her slowly, rocking into her.

  There was the temptation to pretend and fight and lie, and then there was the temptation to just admit it and give in. Both would wind up feeling good, but only one of them felt easy. And the longer he kept rocking against her in promise, the more firm his attentions on her breasts and nipples became, the heat radiating out from his mouth where he’d gone back to kissing her on her jaw and throat….

  “I want…” she said, her own voice just as husky as his. “You. Inside me. Now.”

  He easily hitched her leg higher on himself, stretching her wide open, as he sank the hand on her chest down to press her hips back. His position behind her changed so that his own hips were below hers, and now the head of his cock was free to arch up and nudge against her, and he did so. She felt the heat of him push over her folds and rub against her clit, and she whined as he did it again and again instead of pushing in.

  “Say you need it, princess,” he told her, teasing her, pushing her open only to then not enter. Each time the thick head of his cock rubbed against her clit, she groaned.
“You’re so wet, I can feel it. I know you want me, but I want to hear you say you need it,” he whispered in her ear between kisses.

  She bit her tongue to deny him, even as she knew that he was right. Her nipples were hard and her hips were shaking and she was so turned on. It wasn’t that she wanted to fight him so much as it was just what she was used to—being stubborn and doing exactly what she wanted to at all times.

  But what she wanted right now was for him to do her, and she did need it, fuck it all, as long as he was fucking her.

  “I need it—dragon,” she said, almost spitefully, and Damian growled near her ear.

  “Good, princess,” he said, in the exact same tone, and held her hips still with one hand as his finally pushed up.

  * * *

  Damian could feel the exquisite soft heat between Andi’s legs part to take him as she moaned and roiled against him, and at her use of the word “dragon,” his own was instantly present inside. Does she mean that? it asked him.

  Does it matter? he snapped back, trying to maintain control of himself. Andi was wet, but still so tight—and likely sore, after last night. He didn’t want her body to ask him for more than she could handle.

  His dragon didn’t answer him, and then Andi hissed, “Oh, God, Damian,” and the moment between him and his beast was gone, replaced by his concern for her.

  “Are you all right?” he asked, stopping everything to stroke her hair.

  “It’s good-bad,” she confessed. “This position—I’m so tight, and you’re freaking huge—”

  “Why thank you,” he quipped.

  “It’s not a compliment; it’s just a fact,” she said with a pout and an eye roll. “And after last night, I’m so sore—”

  Damian kissed her forehead softly. “It’s okay. There’re a million other things we can do,” he said and started to pull out.

  “No.” Her top hand rushed to his hips and stopped them. “Don’t. Not yet. Because…it’s still good too. Just…give me time?”

  He saw her dark eyes searching his. “So much time. All the time in the world,” he told her and meant it with all of his heart.

  “Okay,” she said and nodded, then started to rock her hips against his, moving fractionally up and down his cock, and it was his turn to hiss.

  She felt so fucking good, and what was more—as he watched her bite her lips and screw her eyes shut to concentrate on taking him—had anything a woman ever done for him before been so hot? She wanted to be his so badly it was making her shake; she wanted him to make her feel good; she wanted nothing more in the world right now than to be able to fit him—not knowing that as his mate, she already did and that it was his job for the rest of eternity to pleasure her.

  Damian wrapped an arm around her loosely enough that she could easily push it back and reached his hand between her legs to stroke. Her hands found his there, and he expected them to make him stop, but instead, they pressed his fingers tighter to her, showing him how she liked it, rubbing the soft nub of her clit beneath its hood just over the spot where his cock stretched her wide. Her hips moved more surely now, and quicker, and he whispered, “Oh, princess,” in her ear. “You’re doing so well…you feel so good…keep going.”

  Her pulse fluttered at his compliments, so he continued, his voice low and full of promises as she worked herself against him, as he, in turn, worked his fingers against her clit. “I know you can take me, Andi. You fit me. And I fit you. And in just a little bit, you’re going to have me all the way inside you, and then I am going to fuck you and make you feel even better.” The wetness where they met slicked his fingers, making them slippery, and he used that to rub her faster as she whined his name.

  “Damian…Damian,” she said as her voice went high and begged him. He didn’t dare move. He didn’t want to hurt her, but she was going to come for him, just halfway down his cock, because she couldn’t help herself.

  “God,” he growled, gritting his teeth, doing his best to remain still as she writhed against him, her stomach muscles clenching beneath the heel of his hand as her hips beat against his harder, all of her tensing, ready to give it up.

  “Damian…I…oh!” she shouted and then moaned and thrashed in earnest as the waves hit her. He held her tight to his chest, following her hips with his hand, his fingertips on her clit incessant, demanding. Her orgasm was as much his as it was hers because she was his—she belonged to him. It was all he could do not to bite her neck and hold her down and fuck her madly. When she was wild, it made him wild. Blinding need seared through him, and he wanted to drag her hips down onto his and impale her there, to feel his own cum shoot inside her. The only thing that stopped him from doing just that was a lifetime accustomed to control.

  But he was there, with her, beside her, inside her. He felt her pleasure ripple through her body and moaned as she did, grunting as her hot wet heat grabbed at his cock. He wound his hand down in time with the end of her flutters, until she lay panting against him, and he stilled his fingers. She was dripping now; he could both feel it and scent it in the air and knew that the second she was ready, he could slide her down his shaft and shove his way inside. He licked up the line of her jaw in an animalistic manner without thinking.

  Andi sagged back with a contented sigh. “Oh…I’m sorry.”

  Damian blinked, his vision for their next few minutes momentarily disrupted. He wrapped his arms tight around her anew. “What’ve you got to apologize for?”

  “Nothing. Everything.” She twisted to look up at him, her gaze soft with sex. “I think I’m just used to apologizing is all.”

  “Well, stop it.”

  “Sorry,” she said intentionally, with a laugh. He felt it pulse around him and groaned. “Sorry-not-sorry,” she said, squeezing him again, this time clenching her muscles around him on purpose.

  He growled a warning in her ear. “I think you will be sorry if you kill me.”

  She pushed a hand up into his hair. “And how could I manage to kill a dragon?”

  He felt so safe and open with her there that he was actually tempted to list them—all the ways that she could flay him—one by one. By leaving him, by not taking all that he had to offer, by hurting him intentionally—nothing that would kill the scaled beast inside him, but all things that would wreck his much more human soul.

  But he knew that was too much for right now, in her small bedroom in her small apartment on her small penguin-sheeted bed. So instead, he told her the obvious answer: “By not finishing what you started.”

  “Dragons get blue balls?” she mused, with a flash of her dark eyes.

  “We do. And it’s so much worse. Because our balls are so much bigger.”

  She laughed, and he felt each peal of it roll through him and then he was laughing too and his mouth was at her neck again, at the angle where throat met jaw, just below her ear, and as he kissed it, she shivered on him.

  “Damian…I,” she began and started to move against him again.

  “Oh, princess, yes, fucking take it,” he murmured as she rocked back, and he carefully—oh, so carefully—thrust up until they met, and all of him was wrapped by her at last. He let out a low moan. “You let me know…okay? Say the word, and I’ll stop.”

  “No, it’s good, it’s good,” she whispered hoarsely.

  Damian allowed himself to finally thrust then with her permission, feeling the tight glove of her pussy squeeze around him. He held her to his chest so tightly, so possessively, arching his hips up and into her, relishing the sensation of her sliding up and down his cock, the way she made every inch of him feel grabbed and held and pulled. And when her hips started urging his faster, he growled.

  * * *

  “Fuck, you turn me on,” he whispered roughly in her ear, and Andi thrilled at hearing it. Now that she was stretched out and could take him, now that every inch of him was wet, his hot breath against her neck made her shudder. His hand on her breast, his fingers playing with her nipples…she needed to hear him say it beca
use what he could do to her so easily seemed entirely unfair. She wanted to have some small power over him, even if that power was making him lose control.

  “Everything about you,” he went on, landing deep in her with a satisfied grunt. “Just this…fuck,” he moaned through another stroke. “I want to come in you again, princess. I want you to come for me, and then I want to—”

  They both heard it at the same time—a key at the front door, and then that same door opening.

  “Shit…it’s Sammy,” Andi whispered, tensing, and then Damian’s hand moved from her breast to latch across her mouth, where she could taste the salt of his palm.

  “Shhh,” he whispered in her ear. He took another stroke, and his other hand reached between her legs again to rub her just how she’d showed him.

  “Oh, God, oh, God,” she whispered—or tried to—but she couldn’t get any words out. Damian chuckled behind her, stroking her wetness up her belly in a line up to a nipple. He circled it for a lazy moment, then pinched her, hard.

  “Mmmm!” she complained, squirming against him. The muffled sound came clearly out, and she could feel him trying not to laugh.

  Sammy’s footsteps came down the hall. “Andi, are you up?” She could hear Sammy taking off her heels. “If you are, girl, I’ve got to tell you all about last night,” she said in her lovely Irish lilt.