One dragon to play matchmaker…two knights to serve a lady’s every pleasure.
, Book 2.5
When the call to arms goes out, the dragon Golgorath is the first to take to the skies. Until he finds a knight to equal his heart and fighting skill, Rath flies alone while his mate must wait for her knight, Thorn, to climb on her back. The battleground is a familiar one, an old keep, a noble house without a patriarch, under attack from the evil, snake-like skiths.
Lady Cara can fight, but knows better than to try to lead men. With her brother wounded, she relies on her new Master at Arms, Tristan. He is a mysterious, recklessly brave foreigner who can never be hers, as she is to be married off to the highest bidder.
Amidst the battle, Rath spies the warrior doing the impossible—slaying a skith single-handed. Rath realizes fate may have just stepped in to help both dragons and men. In Tristan, Rath sees a man worthy of being his knight and, together with Thorn, win Lady Cara’s heart into a triad of love. If Tristan’s loyalties can first be won by dragonkind.
Product WarningsWhen two dragons really want something, it’s best not to stand in their way. And when their knights are focused on a single woman, nothing and no one will stop them from getting what they want. Beware! This trio gets up to all kinds of naughtiness in the pursuit of true love.
Copyright © 2013 Bianca D'Arc
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
“Yes, some salve would be welcome,” Rath answered. “Perhaps Tristan could assist? It is not easy for one as petite as you to reach the area that needs to be treated, milady. He could help you up and hold the heavy crock.” Rath seemed to be laying it on a bit thick, but it wasn’t Cara’s place to question a dragon, even if it would put her in uncomfortable proximity to the Master at Arms.
Cara had loved the way Tristan had made her feel. But his rejection when he realized who she was still didn’t sit well. She didn’t give her favors easily. Usually, not at all. But there was something about the foreign warrior that called to her. Something that made her act out of character and climb into his bed when they had only just met.
Things between them had been strained ever since and she almost regretted the night they spent together. Almost. But she couldn’t quite bring herself to regret such magnificent pleasure. Or the deep and abiding love she still held in her heart for the troubling man.
Following the dragon’s instructions without any show of reluctance, Tristan helped her up behind Rath’s wing. The dragon didn’t make it easy for her to climb aboard, and she thought maybe it hurt for him to move. But Tristan put down the crock to slide his hands around her waist and boost her up. She balanced awkwardly over the dragon’s back while Tristan bent to retrieve the crock of salve. He was only gone a moment.
Tristan was very close. Closer than he’d been in too long a time. As she worked on Rath’s injuries, she could feel Tristan pressing against her legs and backside with his chest as he held her in place. He supported her with one hand, hoisting the crock upward with the other so it was within her reach. It was very intimate and reminded her of other, more sensuous touches. Her breathing hitched in her chest and she realized she needed to get herself under better control. She had to concentrate on the dragon. Sir Rath needed her help now.
“Sorry to interrupt.” A familiar male voice sounded from the entrance, making Cara jump.
She lost her balance and fell backward into Tristan’s arms. He grunted but managed to catch her. She heard the thump of the heavy crock of salve as it fell to the ground. Luckily, it hit a spot covered by soft pine boughs and didn’t break. She saw it as they nearly overbalanced and she tipped a little too far forward and to the right.
Then more arms came out of the darkness to support her and she felt the warmth of the newly arrived man in front, with Tristan still holding her from behind.
Everybody froze for a moment as balance was restored. Equilibrium was another thing. Surrounded by two well-muscled warriors—both of whom she admired more than any other men she had ever met—Cara was more than a little breathless.
“My apologies, Lady Cara, I didn’t mean to startle you.” The deep voice came from the newcomer standing so close, facing her, his big hands bracing her arms.
His words seemed incredibly intimate, spoken in such a low, almost breathless tone. His grip went from bracingly supportive to gentle as she steadied, and his gaze held hers in a new and exciting way.
“Sir Thorn,” she whispered. If Tristan had competition for her heart, this was the man. The only man besides the Master at Arms that she reacted to so strongly.
Tristan’s arms relaxed, letting her slide a short distance down so that her backside rubbed along him until her feet settled on the floor. Only then did she realize how tall both men were compared to her. She looked upward to find that they were eyeing each other warily over her head.
But neither of them moved. They both seemed engaged in some kind of dominance game with her as the prize. One part of her thrilled at the idea, while another part of her wanted to laugh at their posturing. Although…maybe she wasn’t giving either one of them enough credit. Maybe they were both trying to protect her from the other? That was very possible, given that both men were warriors who were in the business of protecting those more vulnerable than themselves.
And she was definitely vulnerable. If either one of these men ever crooked a finger in her direction, she’d follow wherever they led and damn the consequences. She would have worried about her morality, but in her entire life, only these two men had ever inspired such a heathenish response. She’d only had one other lover, and that a long time ago, when she was just a youngster experimenting with her blossoming body. She would cut any other man down who tried anything she didn’t welcome—and had in the past.
But she knew the truth of her own responses, and if either Sir Thorn or Master Tristan invited her to their bedchamber, she’d probably jump the man and never look back. Quite a realization for a woman who prided herself on her independence.