When magic rose inside me on my eighteenth birthday, it called to creatures who wanted to use me… and woke three dragons bound by oath to hunt me and cage the power I can’t contain.
Monsters felt the pulse of power I didn’t understand. They found me, captured me, and twisted me into their terrible plans.
I escaped, broken, scarred, and unable to return to the girl I once was. I’ve become a ghost in the forest, haunted by the past and hunted still by enemies who won’t let me go.
Until I awaken in a cave to three powerful strangers watching me. Not men, but dragons in human skin.
Kelan is obsidian and stormlight, a leader with silver dragon eyes and the weight of centuries on his shoulders. He’s restrained and commanding, but when his touch lands on me, I’m both caged and cherished.
Ronyn is fire and fury, scarred and unyielding, a warrior forged in battle. His hands are rough, his mouth demanding, and beneath his fury lies a devotion that burns hotter than his dragonfire.
Darial is golden sunlight, a charmer with a wicked smile that hides an aching loneliness I recognize well. He teases, he coaxes, he makes me laugh when I want to cry, and when he kisses me, it’s like coming home.
They’re billionaires and predators, and they burn for me, claiming I’m their fated mate.
Their kisses don’t just steal my breath. They awaken new magic. Magic the goddess herself once cursed, and others would kill to claim.
But being theirs means surrendering to the power of three dragons at once. It means being hoarded like treasure, guarded like a queen, and loved so completely it terrifies me.
And it means giving up every power within me. Now I must decide if I can embrace the dragons who would burn the world for me… before the real monsters in the dark claim me first.
CONTENT NOTES:
This story contains: Protective (and occasionally over-the-top) dragon behavior, references to past sexual assault (recollections only), kidnapping and captivity situations, violence and peril, and emotional healing and recovery themes.
This book includes dragon shifters, and their anatomy reflects their nature. This plays a role in intimate scenes. Nothing outside the expectations of the genre, but worth noting for new readers.
1
KELAN
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;
Being vex’d, a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears:
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
William Shakespeare – Romeo and Juliet
The glass is cold against my palm, but the whiskey burns hot as it slides down my throat. Darial is making an off-color joke about his newest acquisition. Some tech start-up filled with bright-eyed kids brimming with enthusiasm. Ronyn’s already rolling his eyes, muttering about how he’d rather break bones than numbers.
It’s another night at one of our bars. One of many. This one is forged from glass and steel on the fortieth floor of a tower with my name on the deed, the kind of place where men pay a thousand dollars for a bottle to feel like they’re important. It should feel like a victory.
It only feels empty.
After two hundred years of striking deals and amassing fortunes, fighting wars in boardrooms instead of on battlefields, I’m no longer interested or excited about any of it.
We’ve buried our dragons under tailored suits and fake smiles.
We don’t burn anymore.
Or at least, that’s what I tell myself.
But as the whiskey pools hot in my stomach, the fire that’s suppressed inside me bubbles up, aching to be freed.
Ronyn sits across from me, his broad frame hunched forward, a predator crammed into a suit that never quite hides what he is. His glass is already empty.
Darial lounges at my side, grinning at the redhead across the room, charming, reckless, and golden as ever. I don’t know how he finds the energy for it.
For centuries we’ve searched for the mate the goddess promised us, the only soul who could anchor our fire, and it was a quest we relished. We scoured cities and kingdoms, empires rising and falling while we remained unchanged.
Each time hope flared, it guttered out.
Eventually, we conceded defeat. It was easier to pretend she didn’t exist than to feel the sting of disappointment again. Now, there is only one female dragon left and she is mated.
So, Darial beds human women whose names he won’t remember. Ronyn pours his fury into fights he can’t lose. And me? I sign contracts, build towers, and hoard wealth like it could ever be a substitute for what I crave. But what is the point of a hoard without a queen at its heart?
We’re all aware of the emptiness of our existence. None of us admits it.
Tonight we wait for a businessman whose hunger leaks from his pores, to sign yet another deal none of us care about.
Darial tips his chin toward the redhead, his grin widening. “She’s been staring at us for ten minutes. I think she wants me.”
Ronyn snorts, the sound low and derisive. “She wants your bank account.”
“Please.” Darial runs a hand through his golden hair, mussing it further, on purpose. “Women love me for me. The money’s a perk.”
“Money comes first, enhanced by the notoriety of your huge, ridged dick.” Ronyn shakes his head at his own suggestion. “And you do have a pretty smile.” He smirks.
I roll the whiskey in my glass, watching the liquid catch the light. “You’ve never met a woman you didn’t think loved you, Darial.”
The redhead makes her move, sliding past the crowded tables, hips swaying. She stops at ours, her eyes bright with courage fueled by champagne. “I’ve been watching you,” she purrs, “and you three look like you own the place.”
“That’s because we do,” Darial says without missing a beat, flashing her that devastating smile.
She laughs, leaning closer, fingers trailing along the edge of the table near Ronyn’s hand. “So which one of you is going to buy me a drink?”
Ronyn’s amber gaze lifts, sharp and glinting with danger. For a second, I think he’ll snarl. But he only shakes his head. “Go find someone else, sweetheart.”
Her laughter falters, and her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She glances at Darial, who says, ““It’s a tempting offer, but we’re in a meeting.”. Then her gaze drifts to me as though she’s seeking confirmation. My silver eyes catch hers, and she stiffens. I don’t need to say a word to warn her she’s treading on dangerous ground. She retreats, heels clicking away, swallowed by the crowd.
Darial sighs theatrically. “You two ruin all my fun.”
“That girl couldn’t handle what you are,” Ronyn says flatly, pouring himself another measure of whiskey. “None of them can.”
Darial smirks. “You know the drill. Blindfold and handcuffs. Let them think our dicks are pierced, not just ridged like a fucking dinosaur’s back.” His grin flickers out as he says it. He hides his expression behind another swallow of whiskey.
We’ve all played that game out of desperation. Dragons have needs that burn hotter than any other species. But fucking a human woman, when I can’t even let her see the truth that burns through my skin? The rise of scales, wings, and claws with every release? That became empty a long time ago.
I’m the anchor. The leader. The one who keeps them from tearing this fragile human world apart when instincts flare.
But even anchors corrode.
The goddess’s voice haunts me still. Her decree two centuries ago echoed across a battlefield littered with the blood of dragons, humans, and shifters. We’d won the war, and magic was suppressed again, but not without snuffing out the elemental who rose and would not be contained. The goddess shackled us that day and bound us to walk among mortals like shadows of what we once were, relegated to becoming controllers of magic in a world without.
A dragon’s life is empty without purpose and desolate without a mate.
I set my glass down hard, ready to cut Darial off before he convinces Ronyn to bet on which one of the other men the redhead will latch onto. That’s when it hits.
A heavy pulse.
It reverberates through my bones and the parts of me caged centuries ago snap open.
The whiskey in my glass shudders, trembling like the entire world has skipped a beat. My grip tightens on the table, claws threatening to burst from my skin. Heat surges, rising like magma under my flesh. My dragon roars awake in my chest.
Darial sits upright, his grin immediately gone. His pupils slit, flashing gold. “You feel that?”
Ronyn growls low, too animal for the suit he wears. His eyes blaze amber as his jaw flutters with tension. “It’s been over a century.”
“It shouldn’t be possible.” My voice is rough, and I force it lower, but the bar’s patrons are already glancing around restlessly, sensing something’s wrong, even if they don’t understand.
Magic.
Real, unchained magic, pulsing through the city like a dark heartbeat we can’t ignore.
And goddess help me, it calls to me, whispering around my heart.
I thought I’d buried this part of myself forever. The dragon inside me has been bound by oath and time. We thought we’d contained all the magic, but elementals can be born at any time.
Tonight, that pulse of magic stirs my dragon and tempts him.
“She’s close,” Darial murmurs, his gaze fixed on the skyline glittering beyond the glass walls. His golden aura flickers barely suppressed.
“Close?” Ronyn’s snarl is as sharp as a bite. His hand flexes, claws half-revealed, the scent of smoke in the air.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t feel it,” Darial shoots back. “That was the first heartbeat. A magical awakening.”
I close my eyes, and for a breath, I let myself feel it. The pulse. It shivers through my body, calling to me. A beckoning in the dark. A reminder of what we once were before chains were wrapped around our nature.
Before the oath.
I open my eyes. “Finish your drinks.” My voice is gravelly. “We’re leaving.”
Darial arches a brow. “Just like that? Walking out on a multimillion-dollar deal because your scales are itchy?”
“This isn’t a joke.” I stand, towering over them, my reflection caught in the glass walls, silver eyes glowing faintly, betraying the beast I’ve smothered for too long. “That pulse was wild magic, and if we don’t find it, others will.”
Ronyn bares his teeth in something like a smile. “Then let’s hunt.”
We’ve played humans for long enough. Tonight, the dragon in me remembers what it means to burn free. And somewhere in the dark, someone waits to be tamed.
