What good is being king if you can’t burn your own rules?
In the two years since Jentaron hatched, he’s grown into an adult blue dragon full of the knowledge of his royal predecessors. He’s a true king, even if the other denizens of the Ethereal, those demons, havoc, angels and the like, continue to test him.
But he’s got heavier worries. Namely, an unspeakable danger that threatens all life as the planet knows it. He can feel it, can sense that he’s got a bigger role to play than just pissing off the Ethereal.
With the blood elves and havoc making more trouble than usual, magic no longer flowing freely in the Abyss, and angels massacring everything demonic they can get their holy hands on, the Balance has reached a tipping point. Time to take charge before the rules change.
What’s a dragon to do but create his own chaos? He’ll take a mate or two, instill fear where needed, and finally return dragonkind to the Ordinary—the human lands—where a dragon will decide the fate of the worlds.
Because he’s king, and he says so.
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Do I know Zelec? “Unfortunately, I am known to him.” Jentaron was familiar with Asael’s right-hand demon. An impressive specimen, imbued with more power than a higher demon had a right to have, and an obnoxious male to boot. They’d crossed paths a few times, not enough to get a true reading on him, though he admitted to a lingering fascination for the creature. Anyone who’d survived so long under Asael’s rule deserved respect at least. But he knew there was more to his interest in the demon than that.
The female smelled of Zelec, and that scent, of sultry need combined with the rich brimstone of higher demon, made Jentaron’s toes curl. He wanted to lick her up, take her scent deep into his bones and hold it tight—to capture her and Zelec to him.
“Wait. How do you know Zelec?”
Disturbed by his possessive train of thought, he answered absently, “He works for another I often have dealings with.”
She cocked her head, studying him. “Your eyes… You’re the dragon, aren’t you?”
Perceptive for a human, even one with angel heritage. “I am. You are very intelligent.” And ripe for the plucking. Mine. He heard himself think it. He wanted her. Wanted them both?
A foreign itch deep inside him festered. A need, a call to claim. Terrible timing, considering the pending end of the world.
“Jentaron.” She sounded his name out on her pretty pink lips. The female seemed tiny to him, even smaller than Eve. She looked human, but the scent of angelic blood lingered in her, in addition to the taint of a sexualized demon.
He’d never been attracted to males before, but his brother had mated one. And Jentaron knew many of his kind catered to sex of all kinds with all kinds. Sex, not mating, he told himself.
And speaking of sex… He throbbed, aching to dig deep inside the woman.
Time to get busy then.