Seth's
Seduction in Jaded
Beasts, Dragon/Snake
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Seth's
Seduction in Jaded
Beasts, Dragon/Snake, July
2006
Midnight
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Genre:
Romance/Paranormal
Heat Index: Sensual/Erotica
ISSN: 1-1555-5496
Format: eBook, Print
On
the battle fields of Drodan, a shifter dragon saves a life for
his own. Eiandra knows her savior Seth could be a dangerous
seduction.
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Excerpt
The scent of
death lay heavy in the air. The two warring kingdoms
left many dead or wounded, and the acrid smoke was thick
in his nostrils. He snorted and suppressed the groan
that movement evoked. He flew lower to the ground, and
another scent drew his attention. He followed that path,
hoping to find the one with the special blood to heal
him.
As a shifter dragon, Seth had been on his mating pursuit
and was caught up in a battle he knew nothing of. The
damn humans had wounded him, and, had his body not been
in full desire, he would have realized the danger. Now,
he would have to locate the precious blood that would
heal him and expend more energy. He would have to be in
his human form for him to heal.
He circled the body on the ground. It lay covered in
rags, flags and blood. He breathed deeply of the essence
and cringed again as his wound tore and pain shot
through him. He knew the man under the cloth to be
alive; he human’s blood still smelled of life. A twitch
confirmed it. Before Seth could make any decisions, it
was made for him.
The sounds of soldiers, approaching to finish their
kills, spurred him into action. Seth gathered the bloody
mess in his mighty clawed feet and took flight. He flew
high enough to be out of range of the men on their
horses.
A moan drew his eyes to the bundle he carried. The wind
shifted the rags, and he realized he carried a woman. A
young woman. The mixture of mingled blood and smoke had
hidden that fact from him.
Regardless, she carried what he needed to survive. He
would take her to Castle
Bestore and keep her alive long enough to heal. If she
died, so be it. He wondered briefly how she carried the
blood of the dragon inside of her and just what had
brought her to that field of death.
* * * *
Eiandra woke slowly, her movements slight as she tested
the aches and pains she knew would be there. Surprised,
she felt little discomfort as another thought hit her.
She was no longer on a field of death. The bedding under
her was soft and warm. She could smell the scent of
sage, not blood and gore. No screams in the night, only
the crackle of a fire.
She opened her eyes just enough to look around, but not
give away she was alert. Had he found her? Would she
have to fight for her freedom, yet again? Her fear eased
as she looked around the room. She was alone, but
Mortimer did not have her. This wasn’t his home. It
looked too fine, and she did not feel his presence.
Still, she felt a presence close by. Had she been
rescued and healed? Eiandra recalled being struck down
by a sword. She remembered the look in the soldier’s
eyes, knowing he hadn’t meant to harm her. His
hesitation with her cost him his life.
His blood had mingled with her own.
Sitting up in the bed, she examined her clothing. A gown
of the softest material graced her body. She slowly
lifted the hem and noticed the wound on her belly began
already healing. She always recovered quickly, thanks to
the blood of her great grandfather, but never this fast.
How long had she been asleep?
Footsteps outside the door drew her attention, and she
swiftly lay back, drawing the covers over her body. The
door opened, and she fought to control her fear as
whoever entered drew near. A finger caressed her cheek
and pulled the cover away from her body. She tried not
to flinch as hands lifted her gown, examining her wound.
Again, she was covered, but the intruder did not move.
“I know you are awake.”
The voice was deep, and she couldn’t control the shiver
that raced over her body. Slowly, she opened her eyes
and faced her captor. He was very tall, and shadows from
the screen on the bed partially covered his face. Wide
shoulders narrowed into lean hips. His leggings fit him
like a second skin.
“Who are you?”
“So, you are awake, and you speak.” A smile warmed his
voice. “I am Seth, and you are in my home.”
She scooted as far up the bed as she could, holding the
covers to her like a shield. He sat on the edge of the
bed and faced her. She could not swallow the gasp that
left her in a rush. His hair was black as the darkest of
nights, but his eyes were the color of brilliant
sapphire. She found him the handsomest man she’d ever
seen. And he was a dragon. She could sense it. She could
always sense these things. It lay in her blood.
“You have no reason to fear me.”
“Why am I here?”
“I have healed you and have taken very little from you.”
“Taken from me?” Had he taken her virtue while she
healed? “What have you taken from me?”
His eyes narrowed, and she knew he had guessed her
thoughts. Apparently, her rescuer was an honorable
dragon.
“You are still intact.” His eyes softened slightly.
“Your blood is powerful. I only require small amounts to
heal.”
“My blood?”
“I know you are not simple, woman. So, stop questioning
everything I say.”
She flinched, but he never raised his voice.
“I am sorry, sir. But it is not every day I get carried
off by a shifter dragon and am told he has been drinking
my blood.”
He watched her with eyes that seemed to see right into
her soul. A strange heat began to work its way through
her body, settling between her thighs.
“My name is Seth. I told you that, so please address me
as such. You have the dragon’s blood in you.”
“Yes, thanks to my grandfather.”
“Yet, you are not shifter.”
“No, I only carry the blood.”
He nodded, and his eyes grew brighter. She began to
relax. Had he wanted to hurt her, she would have known
by now.
“What is your name?”
“I am Eiandra. Thank you, Seth, for saving my life.”
He nodded again and stood. As he walked to the window,
she couldn’t help but admire his body. Who would have
ever guessed that a huge, powerful dragon lurked
underneath? Again, the heat settled in her belly. What
it was, she felt unsure about.
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