I shouldn’t be in heat for my enemy, but he’s tall, dark, and demonic.
I’m still a virgin, a dragon shifter who has never been courted by a male. The only men in my life want to murder me. Dragonslayers hunt me relentlessly and I kill every last one of them.
Until Rook invades my cave.
Tall, dark, and demonic, Rook alone has the strength to defeat me. He chains me and collars me with magic, forcing me to shift into a woman. I’m vulnerable and at his mercy.
Worse, he’s an incubus who feeds upon lust, and I’m smoldering with barely restrained desire for my enemy. I refuse to confess the truth: I’m in heat, and soon the urge to find a mate will become irresistible.
I’m playing with fire. But I’m a dragon. I like fire.
I want him. He needs me.
How dangerous could one night with an incubus be?
Romance heat level: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ (5 out of 5)
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“I want you.” I answer without hesitation. “All of you.”
I’m trembling from my confession, especially when he straightens. Shadows unfurl from his shoulder blades and form wings like black ink. His blunt claws sharpen into obsidian points. From his spine, a tail snakes into existence. He looms over me, his eyes glowing crimson in the moonlight.
He’s a nightmare of shadows. He’s my wildest dreams come true.