Draco International 2
Chayton Sadler wasn’t looking for love in Verdance. The minute after he fulfilled the terms of his uncle’s will, he planned to be back home with his pack of black Labs.
Koren Tafari wasn’t looking for love, but from the moment he set eyes on the sexy canine shifter and his dragon purred, he knew his number was up. Rather than fight it, he vowed to make Chay fall in love with him.
Some things are easier said than done, especially when his former mentor returns and is now an adversary threatening everything Koren holds dear.
Welcome to Draco International, home of high-powered dragon shifters who live by their own rules. This 44,000-word MPreg novel includes passionate and explicit sexual content, as well as some violence. Suitable for adult audiences.
Chay reached for the stack, and his hand brushed the handsome neighbor’s mighty paw. A charge ran through him, and the dog part of him let loose with a subsonic whine.
The man stilled. That knowing gaze probed the depth of Chay’s eyes for something. Time seemed to stand still with that handsome face frozen in a frown. Chay had the opportunity to note the light brown stubble staining the man’s tanned skin and the tiny laugh lines around those entirely kissable lips. He wondered what it would be like to run his fingers through that mop of hair and what it would feel like for that stubble to scratch across his stomach.
This guy had to be almost twice his age. He was closer to Chay’s fathers’ ages than Chay’s, but right now, Chay couldn’t seem to care. The years melted away, and his canine let loose another subsonic whine.
Releasing his hold on the mail, the guy took a step closer, his nose twitching as he—was he sniffing Chay? This dude was a canine shifter? Given his size, he had to be a Great Dane or an extra-large Pyrenees.
Chay squared his shoulders and straightened his posture. He kept his gaze glued to his upstairs neighbor. When the guy took another step closer, Chay backed up. “I didn’t catch your name.”
A rumbling came from deep in the man’s throat. Was he purring? Maybe he was a cat shifter, maybe a panther or lion. Fuck—that meant he was dangerous. But he didn’t seem like he was unstable. “Koren Tafari.”
Tafari rhymed with safari, so maybe Koren was a lion shifter. Lions were known for being unpredictable, territorial, and they had violent tempers. Or he was way off. Maybe this guy was just strange.
Even if he was a shifter, Koren’s intensity meant he was focused and possibly an apex predator. As a member of an easygoing breed, Chay could do without that kind of stress in his life. No matter how much his canine wanted to inhale Koren’s delicious scent or rub his head against the man’s side, he wasn’t going to do it.
Chay stuck out a hand. “Hi, Koren. I’m Chay. It’s nice to meet you. I’ll get down to the post office first thing and get the address corrected. I’m sorry about the inconvenience.”
Those blue eyes moved over his body, heat lasering away Chay’s clothes and leaving no doubt as to the content of the older man’s thoughts. “It’s not an inconvenience. You’re new to the city?”
The deep timbre of his voice rumbled through Chay’s body, leaving a yearning shiver in its wake.
“Yeah. I grew up about twelve hours away.” He meant to glance around the elegant lobby, but he found it impossible to break the hold Koren had over him. “I’m still figuring out where things are.”
“You’re a jogger?” Somehow, Koren managed to move closer, and Chay was just now noticing. He fingered the strap of Chay’s backpack. “How far are you planning to go?”
By Chay’s calculations, he’d covered at least a dozen miles. “I went already. I got a couple hours in.”
Koren’s brows lifted. “A serious runner sweats.”
Dogs panted, and Chay had barely broken a sweat in the mile between the park and the apartment. Meeting Koren’s challenge, he chuckled. “Do they?”
Again, Koren’s gaze moved over him. “What kind of shifter are you?”
Oh—so they were going to get it all out in the open now?
Chay didn’t blink. “Lab.”
Koren grinned, a careless, flirty expression with a hint of lust. “I’ve always had an affinity for larger breeds.”
“What are you?” He hoped Koren wasn’t a tiger or anything that might eat a dog.
Lots of creatures shifted, but to Chayton’s recollection, they were actual animals that existed as non-shifters. Dragons were fiction. Backing up, Chay held up a hand. “Like a Komodo dragon?”
“There’s no such thing as—”