Blood (Scales ‘n’ Spells #4) Read Online Jocelynn Drake

Categories Genre: Dragons, Fantasy/Sci-fi, GLBT, M-M Romance, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Scales 'n' Spells Series by Jocelynn Drake
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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
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Ravi kept staring at them. They’d lost their god-given minds. Like, there was no other explanation. How did they expect this to work? No, seriously, how did they even think this would work? It was sick and wrong, what they were trying. Ravi was alarmed and disgusted at being their victim. But…but what they wanted to do wouldn’t get them the result they wanted.

He lifted up one leg and in lieu of a hand, pointed his foot at Jerk Face. “Hold up there, horny. You two gotta explain this to me, because I’m not following. Seriously not following. You think fucking me is going to somehow magically bond us?”

Thomas indicated Jerk Face with an eloquent wave of the hand. “He is oiled with a potion that will call to your dragon instincts.”

“Really? I gotta say, it’s working. My dragon is screaming for me to run. Capital letters, bolded, italicized, the works.” Ravi surreptitiously eyed the pole above his head. Just how much could he maneuver?

A frown flickered over Jerk Face’s face. “Your dragon can scent me strongly, recognizes me.”

“Uhhh…no. Sorry, I know you probably worked very hard on the potion, but you smell malignant to me. Like bad news. Like you doused yourself in all the wrong elements. You are not smelling like sugar and spice and everything nice. Quite the opposite. And consent is sexy, haven’t you ever heard that? You’re, like, anti-sexy right now.”

Thomas waved Jerk Face on impatiently. “He’s arguing to buy time. It will work fine.”

“Bonding takes words,” Ravi said, overriding him, impatient and desperate to convince them to drop it. “You know those things that we’re using right now? Those. Words. It requires spell words on both our parts, and intent, and magic. Not to mention a hell of a lot of trust and love. Potions are absolutely not involved. Well, I mean, the special sauce lube, because, duh. But oiling yourself up like a Turkish wrestler does nada for me. I mean, seriously, man, did you even take a shower this morning? I can smell you from here, and the BO is not pretty.”

It worked, a little. Jerk Face stopped working his dick, and he might have deflated a bit. He looked uncertainly between Ravi and Thomas.

“It’s true that he should be enthralled on some level, eager for me to come closer. He’s not exhibiting any of those signs.”

Thomas was also frowning, the first kernel of doubt seeping in. “That’s just his rational mind throwing up objections, though.”

Ravi indicated himself with a jerk of the chin.

“I’m literally not wearing a stitch of clothing, this is pretty easy to tell. Does it really look to you like I’m interested in having sex? I mean, I’m all for getting tied up now and again, don’t have anything against it. The bondage element is not really a turn-off, if you catch my drift. There’s not a single part of me, I’m talking even on the cellular level, that wants to touch Jerk Face.”

Jerk Face, for some reason, looked insulted at being called Jerk Face.

Both Thomas and Jerk Face seemed to be having second thoughts. They obviously hadn’t tested this—at least, not on a dragon. That was obvious, really. How would they even find a dragon to test this on? Whatever magical theory they’d based this plan on had just failed rather spectacularly in front of their eyes. And now they didn’t know what to do. No Plan B, huh?

“Can we at least talk about this?” Ravi whined at them. “I’m losing feeling in my arms, and I want pants.”

Thomas’s expression turned bulldog again. “Try it anyway. He might be bluffing. And it could be the potion needs skin contact to work properly.”

Jerk Face didn’t look as sold, but apparently getting to have sex with a dragon was still enough of a turn-on that he was willing to go for it.

Ah, hell. Ravi’d had a feeling they wouldn’t give up on this idea easily. Fortunately for him, he did have a Plan B of sorts.

Any mage could tell you that a dragon’s musculature was insane. The muscles required to fly were intense, and there wasn’t a single part of them that wasn’t toned. Ravi’s core strength was a step above most clan members’ because of the acrobatics he liked to do while flying.

So, it was without any effort at all that he lifted up his legs and caught his knees over the bar, effectively folding himself in half with his ass facing the ceiling and his head hanging down. Rather like the position bats slept in, actually.

He was no longer Ravi. He was Bat-Ravi.

Both men stared up at him as if they couldn’t believe he’d done that so easily. Then Jerk Face complained, “How do we even get him down from there?”

Thomas was clearly wondering the same thing. And probably wishing he had that Scotch in hand. “He can’t stay up there indefinitely.”


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