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The Saint George Chronicles:
The Dragon’s Lance by M.L. Eaden
The Saint George Chronicles, Book 2
After Xavior’s phoenix episode, Gregor and Xavior find themselves with an unexpected two week vacation. Xavior takes Greg to one of his favorite vacation spots, an exclusive resort which creates an accessible and inclusive environment for magical species and their guests.
Amid questions about their future, secrets about their past, and complicated personal histories, their love leads them to take the final step toward forming their pheromone connection. It adds a new dynamic to their relationship, which swings from exciting to overwhelming more than either of them would care to admit.
As they navigate this new phase of their relationship, Xavior finds himself pulled back into a world he left behind involving his ex-fiance and her lover. With several close calls, including an accusation of murders, and their lives at stake, will they find the answers in time? Or will Greg and Xavior make the ultimate sacrifice?
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We made it as far as a supply closet before I pulled Greg inside, threw him up against the door, and kissed him. He seemed surprised but went with it. When I finally had more control over my senses, I pulled away to look at him.
The light was stark, and Greg’s shirt and vest were rumpled from my rough handling. I almost backed away, scared of what I’d done, until I saw something shift in Greg’s gaze.
He caught me by the back of the neck and pulled me close, then kissed me slow and hard. A moment later, he’d spun me like we were on the dance floor and switched our positions, except my face was pressed to the door, and his mouth was pressed to my neck.
“Red? Yellow? Or green?” Greg asked quietly.
I was breathing hard, but answered. “Green.”
Greg pressed kisses into my neck while his hands opened my pants. The moment his fingers wrapped around my cock, he bit my neck. When his teeth let go of my skin, I finally took a full breath. As my brain adjusted, I felt a cool liquid drip onto my ass while my slacks and boxers fell to my feet. It warmed quickly as Greg slid a finger inside me and continued to pump my dick.
His lips were in my ear, whispering, “You’re mine. And she can’t ever have you again. Not in this lifetime or the next.”
A gasp tumbled from my lips as he pressed another finger into me and massaged my gland. I fidgeted until the pressure was somewhere between frustrating and maddening. “I need you.”
“I know.” Then he removed his hands. Bereft of the contact, I stifled a whimper until Greg’s left hand wrapped around my throat, his right hand around my dick, while his covered cock pressed into my ass. “You’re mine, Xavior. You’ll always be mine.”
In some less addled part of my brain, I wondered if Greg had always been this possessive, or if our connection had brought it out of him. He had moments where he needed control, and we’d both knew that, but this was different. His left hand drifted from my neck to my shoulder as he held me to the door and thrust hard, and we grunted at the impact. He dragged himself out slowly, then slammed into me again.
My hand reached for his bare hip as he pulled out again and pressed in. He let go of my dick and pressed me to the door. His left hand wrapped around my neck as his right landed on my shoulder. His thrusts were quick and demanding. All I heard in my ears was the rattle of the door on its hinges, and Greg as he whispered ‘mine’ repeatedly until he came.
When he pulled out, he turned me around and wrapped his hand around my dick and his. That less addled part of my brain was concerned about something, but I ignored it as I reached for him. He pressed his forehead to mine. “I love you . . . I love you,” he repeated as he worked me over and kissed my face. I held onto him and screamed his name into his shoulder as I came in his hand. We stood there panting, sated by the intensity of what happened. Greg moved first, letting go of my dick. I sighed, feeling bereft of his touch.
“Feel better?” he asked as he wiped his hands off on a towel he’d retrieved from somewhere.
“We’re a mess.” I laughed a little as he pulled me into his arms.
“Maybe.” Greg kissed me. “But we’re each other’s mess, and that’s all that matters.”
There must have been an odd smile on my face, because Greg gave me another kiss and let me go. I swayed slightly until he caught me. We put each other back together enough that at least we appeared decent, even if we didn’t smell like it.
Catch up on Book 1 of The Saint George Chronicles
A Mythical Desires Universe Series
Gregor Lyndon became a public safety officer to help people. Greg thought he left his family’s legacy of canonized heroes that rescued maidens from dragons. What he can never get away from is his family’s ability: the power to take down a dragon with one killing blow.
Xavior Brantley has lived a somewhat reckless life for a dragon. He’s been an explorer, an investigator, traveled to parts of the world that individuals have barely ventured. When he became bored, he turned to public servant work. A transfer to a local headquarters makes things a lot more interesting when he meets Greg and discovers the secret of the Saint George Knight.
The Saint George Chronicles is a spicy/slow burn gay dragon shifter romance with a HFN. The Mythical Desires Universe is a queer-centric world where myth and legends exist alongside advanced science and technology.
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M.L. Eaden works by day in the tech industry, but at night, she reads books, writes stories, throws axes, and is an avid gamer with a current addiction to Azul. Originally from the sunflower state, she migrated to one with a lone star—and more sun and tries desperately to keep up with two adorable cattle dogs that still act like they are five years old instead of the seniors their vet says they are.
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