Claiming His Prize
A novel set in the Feral Breed World
Dragons don’t play well with others…
Dragon-shifter Piers has been fighting at The Pack House—an underground MMA-style fight ring for shifters—for months. He’s bested every opponent, won every prize, except the attention of the hot female doctor he can’t get off his mind.
Doctor Jane patches up shifters to keep her father safe, a fate not of her choosing. She’d be okay with her lot in life if it weren’t for the handsome dragon shifter with the charming smile she can’t stop thinking about.
When another dragon claims Jane as his mate, Piers will have to fight to the death to save her from a fate she didn’t choose. But the biggest obstacle in his way isn’t the fire-breathing dragon set on claiming what isn’t his, but the doctor herself who might choose duty over everything else. Maybe even him.
Scales will fly, hisses will sound, and dragons will take to the sky, but only one will end up with the ultimate prize: love.
A Moment Of Consent
“All right, Tidal. I’m going to take some blood just to check a few things.”
She froze, her head cocked, an adorably confused expression on her face. “What about it?”
“Well, if I’m not allowed to touch you without consent, I feel it should be reciprocal.”
“But I’ve been touching you.”
I raised an eyebrow and waved a hand over my hips. “And I liked it, obviously. More than I think you want me to. But this is different. This is my blood. And when it comes to dragons, our blood is sacred. We don’t spill it for just anyone.”
She was quiet for a long moment before she finally gave me a nod. “May I have your consent to examine your blood, Tidal?”
“Piers.” I refused to look away even as her eyebrows winged up in surprise. “If you want to see the inside of me, you should at least use my given name. I’m Piers.”
Another pause, but her eyebrows had dropped back into place and her eyes were still on mine. All things I considered good signs of progress between us.
She raised her chin, looking so damned fierce as she asked, “May I have your consent, Piers?”
“Of course. For anything.”
Jane stared into my eyes for an extended moment, seeing something there that made her smile. “This won’t hurt.”
“Doc, I have a feeling anything you do to me is going to hurt. It just depends on if it’s the sort of pain I like or not.”