Title: Dragon Avenged
Author: Ophelia Bell
Publication Date: September 4, 2018
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
The indulgently sexy epilogue of the “Immortal Dragons” series is here!
A year has passed since the explosive conclusion of the Dragon council’s quest to find their mates and destroy their mortal enemy. The world of the higher races is on the verge of a dangerous shift. The dragons have one more ritual to undertake to ensure their secrets are kept and the human world remains oblivious to their presence. One woman is the key to their safety.
With powers and a bloodline no other creature in existence possesses, Deva Rainsong is finally on the verge of understanding her purpose. She must cast the spell required to reach all the humans tainted by the enemy, even if it comes at the expense of her innocence. But Deva’s nature craves a true awakening, and her rapture might just be the thing that saves them all.
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“Are you sure these will hold?” Iszak said, twisting a vine around his hand from the collection of loose green tendrils dangling from the lattice roof above them.
“They are Haven vines,” Belah said. “Not even dragon fire can break them.” She was giddy over the afternoon she and her mates had planned. For the first time in ages, they had the freedom to unleash their true desires. Lukas was busy lighting fragrant candles around the room, though “room” was a rather loose term for the cage they stood within.
Nikhil stared at their surroundings dubiously. “You say this was one of their prison cells? Fancy prison, if you ask me.”
“They never really took literal prisoners,” Belah said. “These cages are for . . . entertainment purposes.”
“Nyx’s episode notwithstanding,” Lukas chuckled.
“And the vines . . .” Nikhil said, stepping up beside Iszak and tugging on one. “They are linked to the Source?”
“Every plant here is,” Belah said. “Every ounce of magic we share will be sent to the center of the Haven.”
She was careful not to remind Nikhil who it was going to. There was no sense rubbing his nose in the fact that his daughter was at the very center of this ritual. He was grouchy enough after hearing her singing off and on for the past couple hours. Belah shared a look with Iszak and Lukas, who both lifted their brows helplessly.
“I’m not a fucking idiot,” Nikhil grumbled. “And I can tell you three are keeping something from me. It’s about Deva, isn’t it?” He leveled an intense stare at each of them in turn. “Does it have something to do with that song she keeps singing?”
Iszak and Lukas looked at each other, and Belah sensed Nikhil’s anger rising, his aura flashing with a fiery red that indicated rage rather than lust.
“Spill or nobody’s getting tied up and whipped,” he said, spearing Belah with a ferocious, yet subtly playful glare.
Belah hesitated, her brows drawing together as she tried to decide what to say. In one fluid movement, Nikhil stepped toward her, grabbed one of the lengths of vine, and wrapped it around her neck.
“You will obey me today, little beast,” he commanded. His voice resonated with the promise of the pain she so loved. Both Iszak and Lukas tensed, their gazes fixed to her as she bowed her head. In her periphery, their auras flared. Nikhil’s still burned with his demand, at the very precipice of rage that she knew could easily be diverted into passion he would take out on her body in the best possible way.
“Speak,” he said, loosening the binding around her neck.
Belah blinked up at him and obeyed. “Deva is singing a mating song. That’s all.”
Nikhil shot a look between Nikhil and Lukas. “Is this true? I hear her singing all the time and this song sounds no different. When did this start?”
“When she returned from the realm of the gods with Ozzie,” Iszak said. “We believe she has fallen for him.”
“Ozzie isn’t in the Haven today,” Nikhil said. “Yet she still sings?”
Lukas snorted. “Iszak and I sang our song for decades before Belah was even in the picture.”
Belah stared up at her mate, hoping he would accept the excuses Iszak and Lukas made. She knew he could hear a lie if they told him one, and so did they. She was also sure they knew the song Deva now sang had nothing to do with Ozzie. But Nikhil lacked the turul talent for musical recognition. They’d tried to get him to sing with them or play instruments, but concluded that he was better at commanding an army and wielding a weapon than singing or playing guitar. So Nikhil and Ked both watched their shows from the crowd, with Marcus beside them urging the broody men to cheer the band once in a while.
Nikhil was far from cheering now, and Belah was certain that if he knew Deva sang for the satyr she was with, that poor satyr’s remaining moments on Earth would be numbered in the single digits. Ozzie, on the other hand, was safely outside the Haven, and with any luck by the time they saw him again, she and her turul mates would have time to calm Nikhil down.
“We should not have let her remain with him for so long in the realm of the gods,” he grunted. “I believed she was safer there while we sorted out the carnage after the war. Does he return her feelings?”
“She was safer, my love. Ozzie adores her whether or not he returns her feelings. He would never hurt her.” Belah grasped his wrists and squeezed to emphasize her words. “He is also terrified of you. Please don’t go after him when we leave here. It would serve no purpose but to make your daughter hate you.”
Nikhil clenched his jaw, the vein in his temple throbbing. Gradually his aura calmed a tiny bit and he gave a quick jerk of his head. “Fine, but the bastard had better stay away from her or I’ll give him a reason to be terrified of me.”
About the Author
Ophelia Bell loves a good bad-boy and especially strong women in her stories. Women who aren’t apologetic about enjoying sex and bad boys who don’t mind being with a woman who’s in charge, at least on the surface, because pretty much anything goes in the bedroom.
Ophelia grew up on a rural farm in North Carolina and now lives in Los Angeles with her own tattooed bad-boy husband and four attention-whoring cats.
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Hot and spicy! I’m going to look up the first series now, wow! Happy reading everyone!