Dragon Hunter Book Two: A Dragon Shifter Serial (Dragon Hunter Chronicles 2) by Carina Wilder
Authors: Carina Wilder
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“ Y our only other option , Hunter, is death.”
The low, rumbling words echoed through the chamber, meeting Neko’s ears with a shock. She spun around, searching out the person who’d spoken.
At the end of a dark, arched hallway stood a man. Tall, clad in black from head to toe. His long, straight hair was as dark as his clothing, his eyes as light and stunning as Lumen’s. Dancing, ice blue. Colder, though, and hostile.
Another Dragon.
But something told Neko that this one wasn’t so friendly.
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L umen thrust himself between Neko and the other shifter. For a moment, the Hunter had almost forgotten how huge her self-proclaimed guardian was, how daunting and powerful in his human body. And now, seeing him act so reflexively and protectively, a pulse of hot pleasure flowed through her.
But it shouldn’t have. No pleasure should have been derived from anything this man did. For God’s sake, he was also her captor, after all. Warm feelings were better reserved for people who hadn’t broken into her house in the middle of the night.
Though if he hadn’t brought her with him to this place, it was entirely possible that she would now be dead. He’d gone from being her prey to her protector over the course of just a few hours.
And damn him for that.
Never had Neko required—or wanted —protection from anyone or anything. But something in Lumen’s willingness to offer himself as a shield against any threat, even that of his own kind, filled her with an affection she’d never known for anyone, human or otherwise.
“She’s with me, Minach,” he growled at the dark-haired man, his voice even deeper than usual. “Escorted personally to the Heath, on my Dragon’s back. And no one touches her.”
“Except you, from the looks of things.” The expression on Minach’s face altered to one of amusement, and Neko found it impossible to tell if he was joking around or if he flat out hated Lumen, and by association, her.
Good lord. These Dragons were difficult to read, at best.
“It would appear that you two are quite close,” he added. “But fair enough. I won’t hurt her. Unless you command it, of course.”
“This… man …is one of my kin,” said Lumen, turning to Neko, his voice painted with strokes of spiking annoyance as his pale aqua eyes met hers. “He’s an absolute plonker, but we tolerate him well enough. Even when he makes idiotic and unwarranted threats against the lives of those we care about.”
Those we care about. So, he was making another admission of feelings for her, this time in front of someone else—a fellow Dragon shifter, at that.
Another surge of pleasure swept through Neko, all but weakening her already reeling mind and body. She was almost learning to give in and to enjoy these moments. But still beyond reluctant to let Lumen know of her evolving fondness for him. To do so would be to accept—and admit—what was happening; that she was essentially surrendering to a fate that had all but attacked her like a virus. Wrapping itself around her soul and taking hold, beyond her control.
She was the one who was supposed to control her life and her fate, damn it. Though giving in to him, even for a few hours, had all the potential to be exquisite.
“You do know the rules, Lumen,” said the dark-haired man, his voice cutting through Neko’s brief fantasy as he stepped towards them from the hallway’s entrance. “No humans in this place. Not even beautiful ones.” He eyed the Hunter aggressively, his eyes moving down her body and back up again.
If Lumen’s seduction technique was slow and smooth, this man’s was invasive and bold, his gaze almost violently undressing her. Hunger was written all over his face, transparent, feral. But rather than feel complimented by it, Neko found herself tightening the grip on her dagger.
“Minach,” said Lumen, his voice powerful. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here. I know perfectly well that uninvited humans
“ Y our only other option , Hunter, is death.”
The low, rumbling words echoed through the chamber, meeting Neko’s ears with a shock. She spun around, searching out the person who’d spoken.
At the end of a dark, arched hallway stood a man. Tall, clad in black from head to toe. His long, straight hair was as dark as his clothing, his eyes as light and stunning as Lumen’s. Dancing, ice blue. Colder, though, and hostile.
Another Dragon.
But something told Neko that this one wasn’t so friendly.
----
L umen thrust himself between Neko and the other shifter. For a moment, the Hunter had almost forgotten how huge her self-proclaimed guardian was, how daunting and powerful in his human body. And now, seeing him act so reflexively and protectively, a pulse of hot pleasure flowed through her.
But it shouldn’t have. No pleasure should have been derived from anything this man did. For God’s sake, he was also her captor, after all. Warm feelings were better reserved for people who hadn’t broken into her house in the middle of the night.
Though if he hadn’t brought her with him to this place, it was entirely possible that she would now be dead. He’d gone from being her prey to her protector over the course of just a few hours.
And damn him for that.
Never had Neko required—or wanted —protection from anyone or anything. But something in Lumen’s willingness to offer himself as a shield against any threat, even that of his own kind, filled her with an affection she’d never known for anyone, human or otherwise.
“She’s with me, Minach,” he growled at the dark-haired man, his voice even deeper than usual. “Escorted personally to the Heath, on my Dragon’s back. And no one touches her.”
“Except you, from the looks of things.” The expression on Minach’s face altered to one of amusement, and Neko found it impossible to tell if he was joking around or if he flat out hated Lumen, and by association, her.
Good lord. These Dragons were difficult to read, at best.
“It would appear that you two are quite close,” he added. “But fair enough. I won’t hurt her. Unless you command it, of course.”
“This… man …is one of my kin,” said Lumen, turning to Neko, his voice painted with strokes of spiking annoyance as his pale aqua eyes met hers. “He’s an absolute plonker, but we tolerate him well enough. Even when he makes idiotic and unwarranted threats against the lives of those we care about.”
Those we care about. So, he was making another admission of feelings for her, this time in front of someone else—a fellow Dragon shifter, at that.
Another surge of pleasure swept through Neko, all but weakening her already reeling mind and body. She was almost learning to give in and to enjoy these moments. But still beyond reluctant to let Lumen know of her evolving fondness for him. To do so would be to accept—and admit—what was happening; that she was essentially surrendering to a fate that had all but attacked her like a virus. Wrapping itself around her soul and taking hold, beyond her control.
She was the one who was supposed to control her life and her fate, damn it. Though giving in to him, even for a few hours, had all the potential to be exquisite.
“You do know the rules, Lumen,” said the dark-haired man, his voice cutting through Neko’s brief fantasy as he stepped towards them from the hallway’s entrance. “No humans in this place. Not even beautiful ones.” He eyed the Hunter aggressively, his eyes moving down her body and back up again.
If Lumen’s seduction technique was slow and smooth, this man’s was invasive and bold, his gaze almost violently undressing her. Hunger was written all over his face, transparent, feral. But rather than feel complimented by it, Neko found herself tightening the grip on her dagger.
“Minach,” said Lumen, his voice powerful. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here. I know perfectly well that uninvited humans
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