Draco International 3
As Head of Security for Draco International, Ezekiel Lowry is the unofficial fixer for the company. When a fellow dragon shifter unintentionally almost kills someone, Zeke is in charge of damage control. The moment he sets eyes on the victim, he knows he’s looking at the man who will become his omega.
Marcel Yardan moved to Verdance to pursue a career as a dancer. When an accident ruins his big stage debut, Marcel finds himself bitter and blaming the man sent to make sure he doesn’t sue Draco International—even though his canine whimpers and whines for the handsome alpha shifter. Nothing about Zeke fits with Marcel’s life plan.
Pushing away the alpha who makes his heart pound is a risky move, but when Marcel spies Zeke with another omega, his world comes crashing down—again.
Welcome to Draco International, home of high-powered dragon shifters who live by their own rules. This 41,000-word MPreg novel includes passionate and explicit sexual content, as well as some violence. Suitable for adult audiences.
. After a brief knock on the open door, he entered the room. Seeing the man propped up against the raised back of the bed sent a shockwave through Zeke’s body.
It wasn’t the large bandages that covered the side of his head and his exposed shoulder or the splint on his arm that caused any kind of reaction. Zeke had been through enough battles to have seen every kind of wound imaginable, as well as a few that were difficult to conceive. No, this was a shock of awareness on the part of his dragon, and he’d never before felt anything like it.
Caught by surprise at this new, surreal feeling, Zeke found himself momentarily dumbstruck. His dragon came to the fore, exercising dominion by sharpening his senses. He noted the damages, sensing the concussion, broken bones, multiple contusions, and the tender ankle. Simultaneously he took in the long, sinewy muscles that the shapeless hospital gown and the blanket draped over his legs couldn’t quite camouflage.
He had a powerful urge to taste Marcel Yardan. He wanted to know the exact flavor of his kiss, his dark chocolate skin, and his seed. His dragon purred insistently, demanding a sample, and Zeke had every intention of indulging it.
“You’re not the doctor.”
The voice jerked Zeke from the primal reverie that had overtaken him. He glanced to his left to find a man seated in a chair next to the bed. With his highlighted blond hair and cornflower blue eyes to bring out his handsomeness, and a ripped body to match, this man qualified as a potential impediment to Zeke’s claiming of his mate.
That man had noted his non-medical status.
Zeke drew himself up, puffing out his chest to appear even larger. “You’re not the patient.”
The guy’s gaze wandered Zeke’s body. “You’re not a relative, either.”
Gritting his teeth, Zeke threw the observation back. “Nor are you.”
“Friend,” the blond said. He looked to Marcel. “You know this guy?”
Marcel seemed dazed. He stared at Zeke. After a long time, a response croaked from his throat. “No.”
Zeke reached toward the tray next to the bed. “You need water.” He held the cup to Marcel’s lips while the potential omega sipped.
After a bit, Marcel leaned back. “Thank you. I didn’t catch your name or why you’re here.”
“Ezekiel Lowry, but my friends call me Zeke.”
Marcel offered his hand. “I’m Marcel, and this is my friend, Holden.”
The first contact of skin sent a jolt of electricity and need through Zeke, and it left Marcel with a more confused wrinkle to his lovely chin. “I’m the Head of Security for Draco International.”
“Oh,” Holden gasped. “You’re from the theater?”
A bit of Marcel’s confusion leaped to Zeke. “Theater?”
Holden sat up straighter and clasped his hands in front of his chest. “The Verdance Theater. Draco International is a major sponsor of the arts. They have the biggest banners in the lobby.”
Zeke shrugged. Amar would know more about where DI spent their money. “I’m in security, not philanthropy.”
“Mr. Lowry, why are you here?” Marcel asked. It bothered Zeke that Marcel didn’t treat him with familiarity. He didn’t want any barriers of propriety standing between them.