Hey lovelies! I’m so excited to bring you chapter one of Crystal Dragon King: Royal Dragon Shifters of Morocco #5!
Enjoy this first chapter, where Adrian and Layla receive news about Dusk’s condition in his crystal sarcophagus.
Anticipated release date is February 14th, 2020
WARNING! CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM BOOK #4! READ ON AT YOUR OWN RISK :)
CHAPTER 1 – VALENTINE
Layla Price stood upon the balcony, staring out over the bright morning. Snow shimmered in every direction, bending the boughs of laden pines surrounding the Swiss mountain chalet. Blowing steam off her espresso, deep peace suffused her. Birds flitted around the gables of the chalet, darting off into the sunshine as snow shed from the icicle-speared roofline. Dressed in a sky blue silk robe with fuzzy slippers on her feet, Layla smiled as a breeze stirred her sable curls. Scents of cinnamon and jasmine drifted around her, mingling with alpine smells of pine and ice. Layla smiled more, sipping her coffee as that heady aroma curled in with her espresso.
That delicious spice scent wasn’t coming from her coffee. But it did complement coffee and slow mornings nicely.
“Good morning. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Stepping to her back, Adrian Rhakvir’s arms curled around Layla, cinching snugly around her waist and pulling her close to his exquisitely fit, lean tallness. Beaming, Layla settled back into Adrian’s arms, letting him cradle her to his almost scalding bare chest. Pleasure rippled through her as she felt the blistering energy of their Royal Desert Dragons slide against each other with a delicious ripple of scales and heat. Adrian’s desert magic was like a live thing as it curled around her, licking up her ankles, sliding in her parted lips. It was like kissing cinnamon and anise as Layla inhaled him with the espresso’s fragrance, exquisite. Her head fell back, her coffee forgotten as his hands gripped her, one slipping up to knead her ribs as his smooth lips kissed her neck – his magic delving in and teasing her tongue.
“Good morning yourself.” Layla breathed, deliciously pleasured. “Do they even celebrate Valentine’s in the Twilight Realm?”
Though Adrian’s mountain chalet was in the Twilight Realm, a next-door world to the human one, his refuge in this remote valley of the Swiss Alps was miles from civilization. Silence held court around them in the bright February morning, the two of them quite alone after arriving by helicopter a week ago. After their debacle at Chartres a month ago, followed by Layla’s sudden whirlwind Ownership in the Red Letter Hotel, Adrian had come to her with this idea for a vacation at Valentine’s, and Layla had jumped at it.
A chance to spend some long-overdue quality time together.
“Want some breakfast? I’m cooking.” Adrian murmured into her neck as he kissed her. One of his hands slid up, cupping her breast while the other slid down, slipping under the robe and sliding sweetly between Layla’s thighs. She shivered in his arms as her smile curled more – as his long, hot fingers contrasted with the cold air, stroking her gently, his body radiating heat.
“You are cooking,” Layla breathed, her body clenching deliciously in Adrian’s arms. “What say you be my Valentine right now, and we can cook up an appetite for breakfast. Maybe all day…”
“I did have dinner reservations for us tonight in town, but I’m getting the feeling you’d rather skip all that hoopla of chocolates and a fancy meal today.” Adrian chuckled at her neck as his fingers slid into her now, sweet and slow. She bucked in his arms with a gasp, and his free hand took her coffee mug away, setting it aside on the snowy deck rail.
“Yup. We’re definitely skipping anything you have planned today.” Layla gasped, shuddering in his arms.
“Back inside?” He growled at her neck, his fingers delving in slow and deep.
“Back inside,” Layla nodded fast. “Or I am going to throw you down right here and fuck you in the snow.”
“Maybe we can melt this whole valley and cause an avalanche. Like we melted my room back in Riad Rhakvir at Yule.” Adrian chuckled, truly grinning at her neck now.
Layla laughed, but she got no further. In one smooth movement, Adrian turned her and hefted her up with her legs around his waist, one hand under her ass while his fingers still took their pleasure inside her. He was unrushed, but his kiss was hot as he turned, stepping them gracefully back inside. Pressed close to his bare chest, feeling him hot and hard through his navy silk sleep-pants, Layla couldn’t help but writhe. Her Dragon roared inside her like gasoline on a bonfire as passion ignited between them, hot and wild with the golden Bind between their bodies. Adrian had been angling for the king-sized bed along one wall of the open mountain chalet, but he didn’t make it. Ten steps from the balcony doors, he collapsed, spilling Layla to an enormous white sheepskin rug before the river-rock fireplace.
She came down soft but fast as he controlled her fall, his hands bracing in the thick nap of the rug. He shed his silk trousers fast; her robe was shucked in one quick motion. She was naked beneath him now, his skin so hot and delicious against her, his lithe, mean muscles tense with excitement. Layla had a moment to watch his eyes shine like the dawn over the Mediterranean sea – aqua and gold and so many other colors – before he slid into her upon a wave of pure pleasure, making her forget everything else.
Layla cried out, arching beneath him as he gasped above her, shuddering. As Adrian moved inside her, it felt like it had this entire week. Like coming home; like there was no place to be but beneath him, gripping him deep inside her as he thrust smooth and slow, using every inch of his impeccable control. Coils of wind and heat surged around them with barbs of delight and powerful muscles. A spiced zephyr lifted inside the chalet, rushing through the old-growth cedar timbers and toppling lamps, swinging the deer-antler chandelier, and making the fire roar. Layla felt her drakaina roar also, deep inside as Adrian took her with his incredible heat and control. She cried out, scalding with a delicious passion that made her quicken, tightening her legs around him as it tightened her deep.
The sensation of her tightening made Adrian cry out above her. He was losing his controlled rhythm, and Layla wanted him to lose it. Her drakaina wanted this mating in the bright morning to be an exuberant call of the wild, and Adrian’s drake responded. Layla felt his Dragon roar, felt its scales and barbs tighten around her as a burning cinnamon-jasmine aroma flooded the room. Adrian cried out, shaking on his hands, his eyes opening as he thrust hard inside her now. His eyes burned with blue-gold heat, with too many colors as he lost control at last, and Layla cried out, loving every long, thick inch of him buried to the hilt inside her. It felt like a talon, like he’d gripped her deep inside and was never going to let her go.
Like he’d dug himself into her very essence – possessing his mate.
But Adrian wasn’t about to let this come to an end so soon. Wrangling his Dragon, he trapped Layla close to his viciously sculpted body, and in one swift movement, lifted her up to a sitting position in his lap. They’d not parted, and still buried deep, the new position stole Layla’s breath as her ankles locked around his hips, his legs crossed beneath her. She gasped as their eyes locked, as he changed the angle to thrust as deep as he could get inside her. A sound spilled from Layla lips as he gripped her back with one arm, holding the nape of her neck with his hand.
Trapped. She was trapped by her mate.
And she loved it.
Layla writhed; she couldn’t help it. It was part struggle as her Dragon tried to escape the talons of her mate, but mostly ecstasy. Breathing hard as he fucked her deeper, slower, Adrian watched her with his luminous aqua eyes. The gold in them seared as his winds surged around her, his passions pouring through her body. As if he could pour power and heat through his hands and the press of their bodies, a devouring wind rushed through Layla. Sliding through her with coils and muscle and talons, it rake her insides until everything shivered with pleasure. Throwing her head back, Layla arched in his arms, a sound between a roar and a scream spilling from her lips.
And then she spilled over into orgasm.
As she spasmed, crying out, Adrian crushed her close, rolling his hips to thrust infernally deep and bring her again. Layla shuddered with pleasure as he quickened. She was an inferno as her power locked to his. She was a wave of scalding heat as he took her, his breath ragged now as his body slicked with sweat before the fireplace. As Adrian exploded into orgasm, Layla gave in one last time; they came together, crying out and collapsing into a heap on the rug – laughing breathlessly as the last of their scalding zephyrs careened out the open balcony doors.
“My god!” Adrian laughed, shaking as he curled Layla around his impressively tall, lean nakedness.
“Wow! Just… holy fuck wow.” Layla laughed also, cuddling close to Adrian’s inferno as he tucked her beneath his arm. Laying her head on his shoulder, Layla sank into the feel of him. At the beginning, their passion had been unconsummated for months, and it had left this roaring heat inside their bodies too long. But since Layla had bound her Royal Crystal Dragon Dusk Arlohaim at Samhain, some of Dusk’s reasonableness had interested itself into Layla and Adrian’s Bind – and subsequently into her Royal Siren Reginald Durant and Storm Dragon Regent Rhennic Erdhelm.
As if thinking about her bound Royal Dragons drew them near, Layla suddenly saw Dusk’s bright sapphire eyes in her mind. It had been a long while since she had felt anything from him, still entombed in his crystal healing cocoon since their battle against the White Chalice at Yule. But as if called by the explosive sex Layla had just shared with Adrian, she felt a heave from Dusk suddenly through their Bind. In her mind, she saw his sapphire eyes flare like diamonds beneath the morning sun. A tremendous rumble passed through their Bind and Layla shuddered, her breath stolen by the force of Dusk’s earthquake.
But even as she felt Dusk’s energy smash through her, something exploded their connection, like a crystal shattering into a thousand pieces. Layla jolted with a soft cry from the force of it, but Dusk’s sapphire eyes were gone now as she stared out the balcony doors at the blue winter sky. Layla’s heart thundered; she didn’t know if it was from Dusk’s sudden quake or lovemaking with Adrian. But it left her massaging her chest as Adrian lifted up to one elbow beside her, gazing intently out the balcony doors also.
“Did you feel that, just now?” Layla spoke, glancing at him.
“Dusk.” Adrian nodded. The Bind Layla’s magic created between her and her men wasn’t just one-way. These past months, Layla had found the Bind affected everyone in a kind of synergy – allowing each of her Royal Dragons to feel another’s magics at a distance, though the effect was strongest with Layla.
“Do you think he’s alright?” Layla asked.
“That quake was the most powerful we’ve felt from him yet, since his stasis,” Adrian spoke soberly as he settled back, one hand reaching out to trace patterns on Layla’s hip with his fingertips. “I think it’s a good sign.”
“Do you think he might wake soon?” Layla spoke with an eager thrill. “Come out of his crystal cocoon?”
“Maybe.” Adrian spoke quietly, his attention returning to Layla, though he was sober. “I hope so. But we can’t know for sure until it happens.”
Layla was about to say more when she suddenly felt Dusk’s energy shift again through their Bind. Like a sub-sonic quake now, it was deep and raw and wild, she felt his Crystal Dragon power shudder through her in a darkly erotic way. It was like a mini-orgasm and a good stretch all at once, and the sensation made Layla’s eyelashes flutter as she shuddered. Adrian responded with a hot growl also. As he sat up fully, she did too, pushing up to her hands on the soft white rug. But the sensation was too much as it rolled on and on, and Layla found it uncontainable as she raked her fingers through her curls, breathing hard with Dusk’s sexual passion as her gaze locked to Adrian’s.
“Holy hell, Batman.” Layla gasped, trying to control the enormous sensation from Dusk and failing miserably.
“Sleeping Beauty needs to keep his sexy earthquakes to himself while he’s dreaming.” Adrian gave Layla a wry smile, though he rubbed his neck and let out a slow breath through pursed lips as if Dusk’s power had rolled him also. “I don’t care how much he can feel us fucking while we’re on holiday.”
“Adrian!” Layla laughed, embarrassed. It hadn’t occurred to her that perhaps Dusk could feel it in his stasis when she and Adrian had sex. If so, he had felt quite a lot. It had been a whole week of hedonism since she and Adrian had arrived at the chalet. Their first lovemaking had been here on this same rug, a fast explosion the moment the helicopter had departed from behind the house. Fast or slow, deep or teasing, they’d had sex in just about every way possible this week, and still found room for more each day.
Adrian had relaxed now that he was no longer a fugitive from the Red Letter Hotel Owner’s Board. Their past two months at Riad Rhakvir in Morocco had been busy with clan politics, Layla’s new Hotel Ownership, and Adrian restructuring the entire Hotel. But now they were completely alone, and Layla was learning so much about Adrian that she’d longed to know.
First, he loved being on holiday, and they’d settled into an easy yet energetic rhythm right from the beginning. They’d devouring their time with gusto, taking full advantage of everything. Fucking was followed by cooking, laughter and coffee, then more fucking and afternoon naps. Cross-country skiing had been followed by hot tubbing on the deck with champagne. Relaxing by the fireplace was followed by sex, sleep, then more sex in the deep of the night as the coals dwindled. Layla fixed them drinks from the amply-stocked bar, and had discovered both she and Adrian were vicious pool-sharks when drunk. Adrian was also a voracious reader, the chalet packed to the rafters with built-in bookcases. Most often when Layla woke from a post-coital nap, she found him sitting in his overstuffed chair by the chalet’s big windows, shirtless in his silk sleep-pants with his bare feet tucked up on the seat like a cat, devouring a book.
It had been an excellent holiday, of exactly the kind Layla loved.
“And on that note, I think it’s breakfast time.” With a renegade twinkle in his hot aqua eyes now as if he knew what she was thinking, Adrian pulled on his silk pants and rose from the rug, stepping to the modern open kitchen. With sunshine streaming in over his sculpted frame and fit shoulders from the high windows, he moved through the kitchen with ease, pulling down a copper-bottom pan from the overhead racks, hauling the chrome fridge open, and cracking eggs into a glass bowl on the cobalt-tiled counters.
Donning her robe, Layla went to the balcony to reclaim her coffee, shutting the doors behind her. Adrian was all sexy glances and teasing heat as he whisked fresh herbes de Provence into an omelette then poured it into the pan, chopping chanterelles and gruyere on a cutting board. Adrian was a terrific chef, Layla had discovered. And though he had a taste for all the best things, he maintained his lean, sexy fitness with a rigorous exercise routine – which Layla had discovered included running ten miles each morning on a treadmill.
As she poured fresh coffee from the Italian bialetti on the tiled countertop, Adrian snagged her around the waist, wrapping himself around her as he continued to cook. Now a captive audience, Layla could smell the sweet sweat of a morning workout on his skin, in addition to the heady musk of sex as he cooked. As she sipped her coffee, he kissed her neck and reached around, sliding cheese and mushrooms off the cutting board into his omelettes. Adrian moved like lightning over desert sands when he prepared a meal – fast, liquid motions that were almost viciously precise.
“I love the way you cook,” Layla spoke, watching his hands. “It’s like dancing.”
“I’ve had a lot of practice.” Adrian smiled as he worked. “My mother used to go into depressions when I was young, so Dusk and I learned how to do the cooking. When Mimi wasn’t around, that is. Your mother was a terrific cook, Layla, and taught me almost everything I know.”
Curling Layla into one hand, Adrian moved her out of the way, then lifted the pan and slid the omelettes out upon two plates. As he poured himself a cup of coffee, they each took a plate and moved to the leather bar stools on the other side of the cooking area. With a sexy smile and a kiss, Adrian released her as they slid up to the breakfast bar. Layla tucked in, her stomach growling, their olympian sexcapades making both Dragons intensely hungry. Their food was soon devoured, and Adrian reached for the bialetti, pouring them both more coffee with an enormous amount of cream.
“That was a fantastic Valentine’s breakfast. Cheers.” Layla lifted her mug and they clinked.
“You’re welcome.” Adrian grinned at her as he sipped his coffee – a decadently sexual grin that said he was talking about more than the food. “I do enjoy helping my woman devour her favorite things on Valentine’s.”
“You cad. Does Dusk cook as well as you do?” Layla asked as she shook her head at him with a grin, wiping her finger over her plate to get the last of the melted gruyere.
“Not by halves.” Adrian chuckled. “But he does make excellent desserts. He’ll never admit it, but whenever he has spare moments, he loves to sneak episodes of the Great British Baking Show. Ask him about making you his apple tarragon tartlets sometime. They’ll rock your socks off.”
But then Adrian sobered and Layla understood why. They both had talked about Dusk this way in the past months, as if he was still with them even though he lingered in his crystal-cocooned coma back at Riad Rhakvir, guarded by the Desert Dragon clan.
As Adrian sipped his coffee with a quieter demeanor, Layla decided it was time to broach the subject of Dusk, which they both had been studiously avoiding. Other than a few rumbles now and then, Dusk wasn’t necessarily improving within his crystal sarcophagus back at Riad Rhakvir. They had consulted all the best Crystal Dragon physicians and healers around the world for the past two months, and no one could tell them if he was healing or not, the cocoon Dusk had built for himself fiercely keeping out all outside vibrations. And now that Adrian and Layla’s vacation was ending in two days, it was time to broach subjects that had been shoved away while they were reveling.
Particularly, what they were going to do about their beloved Crystal Dragon.
Especially if he never woke up.
“Adrian, we need to talk about Dusk.” Layla began, swiveling on her barstool to face him. “I’ve been having a wonderful time with you this week—”
But before she could say more, Adrian’s cell phone suddenly buzzed at the end of the breakfast bar. He’d abandoned it there the moment they’d walked in a week ago, and had only checked it a few times since – a distinct change from when she’d first met him. It hadn’t rung all week, but now it was ringing determinedly, and though Adrian scowled, he reached for it. Looking at the name, he scowled more. “Layla, hold that thought. I need to get this. It’s Rachida, and she hardly ever calls. Probably just a bit of clan business. I’ll be quick, I promise.”
“Sure.” Layla gestured for him to answer, curious. “Go ahead.”
“Thanks.” Adrian nodded, then slid his thumb over the touchscreen to answer. Holding it to his ear, his eyes glanced at Layla. “Rachida. What’s up?”
Layla couldn’t hear what Rachida Rhakvir, Adrian’s Clan Second and paternal aunt, said on the other end. But suddenly Adrian’s straight dark brows lifted as his gaze pinned Layla, the aqua in them bright and astonished. “Tell them to stay back, give him space. He’s probably just disoriented – try ringing the crystal bowls from his old room to calm him. I know, I know. Rachida, I know he could bring the entire palace down. Have someone demonstrate deep breathing for him in Dragon-form; station people to ring the bowls non-stop. Keep your distance. We’ll be back as soon as possible. Yes, call Ghirard to get us the helicopter, stat. Yes, see you soon. Ok, bye.”
Layla’s attention sharpened as she sipped her coffee, trying to control a sudden hammering eagerness in her heart at Rachida’s news. As Adrian touched the screen to hang up, a swirl of hot cinnamon scent rioted off his skin. Layla watched him, trying to remain calm as Adrian curried his hands through his cropped black hair, though her heart was leaping inside her chest.
“What did Rachida say?” Layla hedged.
“Dusk’s awake.” Turning to her, Adrian blinked rapidly. “That pulse you and I felt, it was him, shattering his crystal cocoon and coming back to consciousness. But now he’s gone full-Dragon inside the palace and won’t calm; he’s trying to smash his crystal bower apart, where his sarcophagus was resting. No one can get near him, not even Rachida.”
Adrian bit his words, a tense conflict emanating from him as his eyes burned a bright aqua-blue. Layla knew that look; Adrian was trying his best not to cry. Rachida’s news had hit him hard, and though Layla was filled with joy that Dusk was awake, Adrian was filled with fear that rioted through him like vicious zephyr. It alarmed Layla to the max as Adrian shoved back his barstool and strode to the balcony doors. Flinging them open as if he needed air, he strode out to the snowy balcony barefoot, gripping his hands into the icy railing.
Shock and fear rising through her at Adrian’s reaction to Rachida’s news, Layla followed. Steam rose from beneath Adrian’s hands on the snowy balcony rail and Layla heard the crisp report of ice cracking beneath his preternaturally strong grip as his hands tightened. Stepping up behind him, Layla wrapped her arms around his tall frame and laid her cheek on his sculpted back, kissing his skin. A shiver went all the way through him as he straightened in her embrace.
Heaving a sigh, he turned, wrapping her close in his arms. “We’ve got to get back to Morocco as soon as possible, Layla. Today. Rachida’s calling the helicopter to come pick us up at once.”
“Is Dusk ok?” Layla spoke quietly, trying to contain her emotions even though fear was rushing through her now, her Dragon giving a strangled roar in her veins. “Adrian, talk to me. What’s wrong? Is Dusk going to be all right?”
“Rachida doesn’t know.” Reaching up, Adrian stroked back one of Layla’s curls, his face grim though the tension of tears had left him now. “Dusk’s locked in his beast mind, he’s not thinking straight. And he’s not been able to return to his human mind yet.”
“Shit.” Layla breathed now, knowing what that meant. As if all the brightness had been sucked out of the day, the sunlight seemed to dim as her heart clenched. “Dealing with someone locked in their Dragon-mind is tough under any circumstances, but with a Royal Crystal Dragon newly opened to the full wealth of his earth-shattering powers—”
“This could be bad, Layla.” Adrian spoke, completing her own thoughts as he gazed at her. “Are you ready for anything, with Dusk? Are you ready to put him down if he—”
“Shh.” Layla reached up fast, stilling Adrian’s words with her fingers to his lips. “We’ll figure it out. Even if he’s an animal, even if he’s gone rogue, you and I can bring him back. I know we can. We should get dressed. If the helicopter arrives soon, we’ll get back to Riad Rhakvir by this afternoon. And then we’ll see what’s what.”
“I hope so.” Adrian spoke soberly, gazing down at her with a terrible bleakness in his eyes. But before Layla could say or do anything more, his lips descended, kissing hers. It was slow and passionate, and contained everything their hearts had said to each other this past week. By the time he pulled away, Layla was breathless, staring up at him. He was gorgeous and intense as he gazed down at her with his perfect face and smoldering Mediterranean-gold eyes.
“I love you, Layla.” Adrian murmured, watching her. “Whatever happens… I want you to know this has been the best week of my life. Ever.”
Layla blinked. She knew her lips fell open, yet she couldn’t shut them. She blinked again and Adrian softened, beautiful in the morning. Crushing her close, he nuzzled her nose. “Come on, let’s get dressed and go save our Royal Crystal Dragon.”
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