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  "And what about Flora?" Quin inquired. "Where does she fit in?"

  "She was someone else's mate," Andar said gruffly. "Although why the prick would ever have let the woman go, I have no idea."

  "You love her," Quin stated more than asked.

  Andar grunted, "I don't know what love is."

  Quin snorted, "Bull shit."

  "Look, she loved someone else. So, whatever I am feeling is obviously a one-off. Go to hell, Quin! We need to talk about the Lycan situation, anyway. What are we waiting for? We have been here a week now."

  Quin blew out a breath. "They are supposed to be having a council with the remaining packs that support the resistance. If they choose to fight with us, we will go up against USLUF. And in essence, get rid of the main problem, which is Fenrir."

  "Flora said that we needed to have a Lycan, dragon mix in order to defeat the Vernomi. We promised the female dragons they would have a chance to mate with males. If we are opening a Mating Games, we need to have it open to Lycans and dragons and teaching all of the pleasures that the dragons desire, not just the Lycans. This will be a major undertaking."

  Quin nodded. "I agree. I've been reviewing many of the documents of the former Mating Games and can see where they went wrong in the past. We can make improvements as well as host the games in the Dragon Lands so the need for secrecy is not as intense as it had been on Earth."

  Andar rubbed his chin. "Or we could have one set of games on Earth and another in Dragon Lands. I know the dragon females like things a little rougher than some of the wolves."

  Flora's voice met them and they turned to greet her. "I wouldn't discount anyone, gentlemen. You never know who might enjoy the different classes that could be offered at the new Mating Games. And let's not leave out the fey; they weren't given the chance to attend last time, either. If you want to raise an army to combine all of the skills together, you will want to be able to cross breed all of the talents."

  Andar felt a tightening in his pants. He knew who he wanted to cross-breed with.

  "How are you feeling?" His voice had lowered even further than his usual deep tones.

  Flora's hair was a vibrant blue, but as she came closer to him, it went to the familiar shade of red.

  Quin made up an excuse and went away, but it was doubtless that either Flora or Andar heard what he had said.

  "I am fine, thanks to you."

  Andar shook his head. "It was nothing."

  Flora's hand went to his strong arm. She loved the way tingles went from her fingertips up her arm and into her belly.

  "You saved my life. I would say that is something."

  "Anyone would have done the same," he said gruffly.

  Andar moved in and pushed a strand of her violent red hair behind her ear. It was as soft as silk, and his fingers caressed her jaw before dropping to her side. He tipped her chin up and bent his head, capturing her lips in a soft kiss that both captivated and frustrated her. She wanted, no, she needed more from him. This was lovely, but her body was craving the wild desire that she knew he was holding at bay inside of him.

  Flora parted her lips and licked the seam of his.

  Andar growled low in his throat. "You are playing with fire," he muttered against her mouth.

  "Then burn me," she whispered back.

  He opened his mouth and dominated hers, his tongue coming out and sweeping into her mouth, taking charge. He tasted of sin and desire and everything she wanted. He was hope and happiness, and Flora felt alive for the first time in longer than she could remember.

  Her hands clutched at his shirt, digging into his skin. She was on her tiptoes, shoving her body into his, wanting to be as close as possible. He took the hint and grabbed her by the ass and lifted her so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. Her hands went into his hair and she moaned in delight as she luxuriated in the feel of it.

  Flora loved how her breasts felt smashed against his chest. She loved how her core felt wide open against his stomach and wished that she wasn't wearing the jeans and panties that separated them. His hands slipped inside the back of her jeans, cupping her bare ass and squeezing her cheeks firmly.

  He sucked her tongue and smashed her against him as he fucked her mouth with his tongue. It wasn't until they heard the giggles of children that he realized he was making out with Flora in the middle of the day by the river on pack lands.

  He stopped kissing her but was loath to take his hands off of her ass.

  "I suppose you know who they are?" he said in a low voice.

  "No," she said breathlessly. "But they are most likely family. Why?"

  "Shit," Andar said under his breath and finally removed his hands.

  Flora whined, "Why did you do that?"

  Andar paused for a moment. "You just said—"

  Flora pinched his ass. "Don't presume you know what I want, Andar. Ask me first!"

  She hopped down and then turned to the bushes where a bunch of kids were running away laughing. Before she could go away in a huff, Andar had her backed against a tree. His hands were on either side of her face, and they were both breathing hard.

  "What did you mean by that?"

  Flora's face heated. "If you want to know what I want, you need to ask me."

  "I'm asking," he said darkly.

  Flora stared into his dark eyes that flashed with fire. "Can't you tell, Andar? I want you. I want you so badly that I can't sleep at night. My body craves yours. My hair betrays me, everything in me calls for—"

  It didn't really matter what she was going to say next, because his lips had come smashing down into hers and he was kissing the shit out of her. Gone were the patient, sweet kisses. In their place, were the dominating ones that said he owned her and would do whatever he wanted to her because he was never going to let her go.

  And Flora was perfectly okay with that arrangement.

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  Andar scooped Flora up and carried her into the home where they were staying. He ignored the greetings from the Lycans and the laughing of his stupid brother, going directly to the bedroom and locking the door behind them.

  It was only then, he spoke. "I know you had a mate. But, Flora, my dragon calls for you. You are my mate, and I am meant for you. I don't understand this love, but I'm trying. I know I would kill for you, I think about you every moment, and I was willing to die for you when the Vernomi were trying to take your life force. I choose you, Flora, as my mate."

  Flora flung her arms around his neck. "I choose you, Andar, with every fiber of my being. I choose you as my mate. Please claim me."

  Andar didn't need to be asked twice. He pulled her shirt over her head, the cool breeze causing her skin to pebble. With one claw, he snapped the lace of her bra and exposed her beautiful breasts. He loved the way she gasped. But as she went to cover herself, Andar frowned and pulled her arms away.

  "You must never cover yourself. You are beautiful, and I want to always see you."

  Flora's pale cheeks were flushed, and her tits were pink and heavy with need. Andar grabbed her wrists and raised them above her head and then, with the other hand, undid her jeans, pushing them down her hips. She stood there in her tiny panties, and he grinned when he saw they were the same fiery red as her hair.

  His hand slipped into the front panel of the silk and he felt how wet she was for him. It was such a fucking turn on to feel the raw heat of her, the damp desire that showed him she wanted his touch and cock just as much as he wanted her. He brought his wet fingers up to his mouth and tasted her.

  "So good," he murmured and watched as her gorgeous eyes dilated. He didn't want to be jealous of her dead husband, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to be everything for her. She was quickly becoming everything to him, this small slip of a woman who was driving him completely insane.

  Flora bit her lip and watched as Andar sucked her juices off his fingers as if it were the greatest thing he had ever tasted. He was so sexy. Jason had been a wonderful lover, but he hadn't eve
r made her feel the way Andar made her feel. Something always felt like it was missing, almost as if there was another piece of the puzzle that wasn't there. She shook the feeling away; it wasn't something that she should be thinking about—not now.

  Andar picked her up and tossed her on the bed, causing Flora to squeal and laugh with delight. She loved when he showed his playful side. Andar was very serious so much of the time. But there were the rare moments when he was fun like this. He moved toward her like a predator, his eyes glinting with intent.

  He grabbed her ankles and yanked her to the edge of the bed and then grabbed her red, silky panties and yanked them off so there was nothing between her pussy and his hot mouth. He spread her thighs wide and breathed in her scent. It was wicked and wonderful, and his tongue came out.

  Suddenly, she couldn't think about anything as he ate her.

  Andar loved the taste of her. He loved the way she writhed underneath him so much that he had to hold her down or she would escape him. Flora was such a passionate creature; she needed constant attention, and he was the dragon to give it to her.

  He fucked her with his tongue and kissed her long and hard, using his fingers to sink inside of her, first one and then two, increasing in speed and then curling them forward until he hit that certain spot that sent her soaring.

  She arched her back off the bed and came, screaming, her pussy creaming all over his hand. He rubbed her until she was putty in his hands and then turned her over so that he could enter her from behind. Her pussy was more than ready for his cock as he lifted her ass and entered.

  She grunted as his length buried itself inside of her tight channel. She was so tight that Andar knew he needed to move; he couldn't just stay still. His body demanded that he fuck her.

  Flora squeezed her internal walls, causing Andar to curse, and he began to pound inside of her, his mating fire billowing up inside of him. Smoke erupted from his nostrils, and then Flora felt the stinging pain of heat on her back. It wasn't horrible, just a pinching pain, and then intense bliss as she began to come harder than she had ever come in her life.

  Andar watched as his mark began to form on Flora. His seed erupted from his cock deep inside of her womb and he felt complete in a way he never had before. To his horror, he felt emotion building inside of him and tears gathering in his eyes.

  As the orgasm wound down, they collapsed together. He clutched Flora to him and was thankful that she had fallen into a dazed sleep. All he could think about was almost losing her and what had happened to his mother with the Vernomi.

  Andar had never been one to be emotional or care about the past or worry about the future. But thoughts of her dead husband combined with what could happen scared the living hell out of him. He stayed awake for a long time, holding her close and being afraid of what these new changes meant for him.

  "What's wrong?"

  He drew back. He hadn't known she was awake. "Nothing," he said abruptly.

  "Don't lie to me," Flora said shortly. "I am a Truth Teller, remember?"

  Andar ground his teeth. Slowly, he began to try to describe what his thoughts were. It was difficult because, in a lot of ways, he wasn't sure why he was feeling the way he was. But as he spoke, he found a lot of the pressures beginning to fade away.

  Flora put her hands on him, and even more of the stresses began to fade.

  "Are you doing some of your fey shit to me?"

  Flora laughed, and Andar decided, at that moment, it was the most beautiful sound in the world.

  "I am helping you to see what is real and what is not. So, yes, I suppose it is fey shit. I did love Jason, Andar. But it was nothing like what I feel for you. I am your mate. I chose you. Can you feel that?"

  Andar nodded. He did, in all honesty, feel her decision to be with him, and he knew that she loved him.

  There was a knocking on the door.

  "Andar, you need to get out here." It was Quin, and he sounded upset.

  "Get the fuck out of here," Andar shouted through the closed door.

  "Andar, this is important!" Quin shouted back.

  Flora got up from the bed and began searching for her clothes.

  Andar grumbled and started to do the same.

  A few moments later, a very grouchy Andar opened the door. There, standing next to Quin, was Titania, Queen of the Fey. She had with her some key players who would change everything, including some people from the past.

  "Jason?" Flora said faintly, right before she passed out.

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  "Flora, I am so very sorry," Titania implored, truly looking repentant as she clutched her hand. "I had no idea that you and the dragon king had mated. I was only trying to help."

  Flora was sitting on the sofa staring at the younger version of her first mate, Jason, who was grinning back at her like only a stupid eighteen-year-old kid could.

  "You are really hot," he said unrepentantly. "I can't believe I hit that someday."

  Andar was at a loss on how to respond to the situation. On one hand, he wanted to rip the young cub limb from limb. On the other, he knew that this young Lycan was a large part of Flora's past and helped to make her who she was today.

  Along with Jason, Titania had also brought nineteen-year-old Finn and Avery, thinking they would have good advice on how to set up the Mating Games. In theory, her heart was in the right place. At least, that's what Flora had tried to tell herself.

  "So, are you, like, cheating on me?" Jason winked at Flora, and Andar came flying out of his seat, pinning the young wolf against the wall.

  "This is not a joke, cub!"

  Jason was laughing, despite his air being choked off. "Relax, old man! Can't you see the humor in this?"

  Flora couldn't help but see some of the things that had drawn her to the man she had fallen for in the first place. It was true that he was far from the mate she had taken. He was little more than a child now. But the easy-going nature and ability to laugh at himself had been appealing.

  "Let him down, Andar," she said gently.

  Andar turned to her incredulously. "He is insulting."

  Jason waggled his brows.

  Flora ignored him. "He's a child."

  That had Jason frowning and Titania's lips twitching.

  Andar turned to look at her, slowly releasing Jason.

  "For the record," Jason said, straightening, "I am all man."

  Flora went up to Jason. "I don't regret the time I spent with you. I loved the man that you become. But that was in the past. I am in love with Andar now. You chose to move on and let me go, and I choose him."

  All humor fled Jason's face. "Listen, Flora. I don't know what happens in the future between us. But if I am blessed to have even ten seconds with you, I know that I will be the happiest man in the world. That being said, I would never want you to be sad if I was gone. If that dragon makes you happy, I wish you all the best. I'm sorry that I upset you by showing up here. I can't pretend that I am not pumped as hell for whatever our future is together. But maybe this is part of why I let you go. Maybe I knew that I was only supposed to hold on to you for a little while."

  Flora couldn't stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks. "Would you stop being so fucking sweet, damn it, Jason."

  Andar couldn't have said it better himself if he had tried.

  Jason smiled that same smile that melted her insides and caused her to fall in love with him all those years ago.

  Andar moved to take Flora into his arms. "Titania, we appreciate your idea to bring the players from the past, but we do not need them and ask that you remove them back to their times."

  Titania looked like she wanted to argue, but one look at Flora's tear stained cheeks and she closed her mouth. Jason blew Flora a kiss and went with Titania into the other room where the young Finn and Avery were waiting. There was a flash of light indicating that Titania had wrenched open the portal of time, and then they were gone.

  Andar wasn't sure what to do or what to say. What he hadn't expe
cted was Flora to throw her arms around his waist and laugh despite her cheeks still being wet from fresh tears.

  "Are you all right?" he asked cautiously.

  Flora smiled up at him, "Strangely, yes. I was so angry at Jason for choosing to grow old and leave me. I thought he didn't love me as much as I loved him. Honestly, it caused a bit of a rift between us. He said one day that I would understand. He loved his little jokes and having the last laugh."

  Andar raised a brow. "Are you saying that he knew he would one day come back and see you here with me?"

  "That is precisely what I am saying. Jason loved me enough to give me more. He gave me you."

  Andar wanted to hate the bastard even more but found a bit of respect for the young fool. He knew that he never, in a million years, would have been willing to give her up.

  "I wouldn't have done that." He felt the sudden urge to come clean.

  Flora grinned at him. "I know."

  Andar felt his cheeks heat. "I am not anything like him."

  She leaned up and cupped his rough cheeks. "I know that, too."

  "I won't ever let you go."

  Flora brought his lips down to her. "I am counting on that."

  His lips took hers in a punishing kiss. He didn't care that they were in a public area of the Lycan home or that he was kissing her in a way that one might consider suitable only for the bedroom. This was his mate, and he needed her.

  One of the betas came into the room and quickly turned around, locking the door behind him. The next thing Flora knew, she was being shoved up against the wall, his strong arms lifting both wrists above her head as a hand slipped beneath her shirt and explored her breasts. He loved her tits; he loved her smooth and silky skin.

  Her back arched and he yanked her top off, quickly capturing her wrists again. He wanted to be inside of her, dominating her. Andar moved Flora to the couch, placing her between his knees and then kissing and sucking on her breasts, tugging her bra underneath her swollen nipples.