DRAGON REBEL
Immortal Dragons Book Four
By Ophelia Bell
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Adult Only
Release Date: August 1, 2017
If Assana looked
up the word “nymphomaniac” in the dictionary, she might expect to find her own
image in place of the definition, especially after meeting the immortal red
dragon, Gavra. The timing couldn’t be worse for her to discover the mate that
Fate intended—the one she’d be willing to let go of her tightly bound hold on
her deepest sexual desires for—the one who literally drives her mad with lust.
Now that she needs her sanity more than anything to regain control of her
race’s home from her own insane mother, she’s faced with the inconvenient
desire to lose control and be that primal nymph she keeps locked inside.
Thank Gaia for
Silas. The handsome young ursa male is blessed with magic that can calm the
lust-filled madness threatening to consume Assana’s mind. She needs him more
than ever, now that she has no choice but to spend her days in close proximity
to the dragon she desires more than anything… yet doesn’t dare touch lest she
give in to that ancient, primal need all nymphaea are born with.
For red dragon
Gavra, he’ll only put off having the beautiful nymph maiden for so long, or the
ursa male who Fate has promised him. Once Assana’s crazy mother is out of the
way, nothing will stop Gavra from claiming and marking Assana and Silas as his.
“Well that was
fun.”
Gavra spun
around at the sound of the deep, familiar voice that had so recently been
speaking inside his head. His brother stood in the center of his room, his arms
crossed and a grim smile on his face.
“Aodh,” he said,
unable to mask the utter relief he felt at seeing his white-haired brother
whole and in the flesh. He pulled the other man into a fierce embrace that was
returned in kind, releasing him when Aodh stiffened.
Gavra looked
back in the direction of his brother’s gaze and saw Vrishti standing with an
excited look about to breach the barrier into his room.
“No!” Aodh said.
“Please stay where you are, love.”
“She wants to
see you,” Gavra said. “Surely you won’t deny her a proper greeting.”
Aodh shook his
head. “A proper greeting? She’s not ready, brother. Perhaps it’s fine for you
and Silas to tangle before you’ve marked him. We can’t risk her reputation
while she’s still learning about her kind.” Turning to Vrishti, he said, “After
we’ve settled these issues with the Haven, love. I promise you no prison can
keep me from you then.”
Vrishti dropped
the hand she had been about to push past the barrier and nodded. Her eyes grew
glassy and she took a shaky breath. “I’ll be ready for you, I promise,” she
said. “I can’t stand to see you trapped like this… I’m sorry. Be safe. Keep him
safe…” She directed the last comment to Gavra and Assana, who both nodded.
Gavra gave
Assana a perplexed look. “Why didn’t you drift into the room with him?”
Assana carefully
avoided his gaze as she hugged Vrishti farewell and watched the other female
go, then she glanced at Silas, a look of pure gratitude on her lovely face. The
big ursa male moved closer to her, wrapped an arm around her and held her.
Gavra’s chest felt leaden at the way the pair looked at each other - like they
belonged in each other’s arms. They were kindred elements, both Gaia’s
children, and made sense together more than Gavra himself made sense with
either of them. The way he and Silas crashed together with such fiery,
explosive force felt right to him, but it was not easy, or pretty - it was
passionate, volatile, and destructive.
“He calms my
primal spirit,” Assana said softly. “I’m afraid to come closer to you because
you only make the madness claw at my mind more. I allowed Aodh to take control
of his own drift once he promised to go where I asked. I couldn’t be in the
same room with you for fear of losing control. I’m sorry, Gavra… I can’t let
myself lose control, not when my entire home, my family’s well being is at
stake. Please understand.”
He wanted to
roar in protest, to breathe flames at the barrier and pull her inside, show her
how right it would be to let go and be her true self - the wild nymph he sensed
glimmers of beneath the surface whenever their eyes met. The insatiable
creature who haunted his dreams, responding to his heat so perfectly.
Aodh’s hand
rested on his shoulder and gave him a comforting squeeze.
Gavra swallowed
the molten lump in his throat and nodded. Finding his voice, he said, “I want
you wild, Assana. The first time I’m inside you, you can be damn sure control
will be the last thing on anyone’s minds.”
Silas tightened
his hold on Assana protectively, though his aura flared bright red in response
to Gavra’s promise. She closed her eyes and took a long, slow breath as though
fortifying herself before opening her eyes.
Her hypnotic,
whirlpool gaze met his through the barrier. “I want that, too. To share my
primal essence with you both, to taste yours when we’re thrice melded and feel
your heat deep inside my mind. To feel you etch your mark on my skin. Gaia save
me, I would take that now, but I can’t risk losing myself to that need. There
is too much at stake. Please understand… I need Silas to keep my own nymphaea
madness in check, but I promise you the first time you’re inside me will be the
first time my quim is filled by any male’s seed.”
Gavra groaned at
the promise, forcing himself to pull his gaze away from her or else risk
burning down the entire Sanctuary to get to her.
“It looks like
Silas is going to have his hands full sating us both separately then,” he said,
staring heatedly at the big ursa male. “Can you handle that?”
Silas gave him a
lazy smile. “I welcome it.”
Ophelia Bell is
the author of the super steamy bestselling Sleeping Dragons series. Ophelia
loves a good bad-boy and especially strong women in her stories—women who
aren’t apologetic about enjoying sex and bad boys who don’t mind being with a
woman who’s in charge, at least on the surface, because pretty much anything
goes in the bedroom. Ophelia grew up on a rural farm in North Carolina and now
lives in Los Angeles with her own tattooed bad-boy husband and five
attention-whoring cats.
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