Ruins (Wings N Wands #1) Read Online Jocelynn Drake

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wings N Wands Series by Jocelynn Drake
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
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“I’ll keep the tent air conditioned,” Dimitri added like he could read every thought in Samuel’s head.

His willpower, already a fragile thing that liked to hide from time to time, disappeared without a trace. Samuel found himself agreeing with a shrug. “Fine.”

He pointedly ignored Dimitri’s grin of victory. Tomorrow he’d be strong and sleep alone.

His dragon was happy.

Stupidly, ridiculously, deliriously, spinning on the tips of its toes happy.

So annoying.

And…was that…was it humming?

His dragon had never hummed before. There was this off-key growling noise rattling around in Dimitri’s head and he wanted it to stop.

Not that it was bad his dragon was currently floating on a cloud. It was weird. His dragon was never happy, just sort of indifferent to the entire world.

More than even the irritating giddiness, there was his dragon’s need to give Sam dragon’s breath at every chance. It had never done that before. Did this have something to do with Sam’s insistence that he wasn’t a mage? Was the dragon trying to prove that Sam was, in fact, a mage?

Dragon’s breath was a small taste of their power that could be loaned to mages to fuel their spells. While Dimitri was in no danger of running low, it still wasn’t something that dragons tossed about for a bit of fun. Sharing power like that was serious business and, as much as he liked to joke, Dimitri was not such an idiot that he’d hand dragon’s breath over so easily.

But he couldn’t stop his dragon. It happened every time he kissed Sam. He certainly couldn’t split his attention between stomping down his stubborn dragon and taking care of Sam’s perfect lips. Sam needed his full, undivided attention. The man deserved it!

Every taste of his Sam’s lips needed to be treasured and cherished. It wasn’t just about memorizing the taste and feel of those perfectly plush pillows, but he needed to devour each of his whimpers and moans as their tongues twisted and tangled together.

Holy shit…

Perfectly plush pillows?

He was losing his fucking mind. His dragon was infecting his brain. It was more than the dragon’s giddiness and its desperate urge to fill Sam with power. Among other things. Dimitri wanted to hold him, cuddle him, make him laugh, and push the wariness from his large eyes. He wanted to understand all the reasons Sam was so prickly and why talking about mages seemed to hurt him so.

And maybe he wanted to track down Sam’s ex and turn him into a popsicle.

Why?

Dimitri’s dragon wasn’t big on words. With Sam, the thing was one emotional outburst after another. And right now, there was such a surge of feeling he could taste it on his tongue. His hands trembled and itched to reach out and pull Sam in close, to protect him not only from the dangers of the forest around them but from everything, everywhere.

Mine.

The single word rose in the form of a growl in the back of his throat. He barely managed to swallow it down.

No. Not just mine.

Mate.

Dr. Samuel Hunter was his mate?

Dimitri tripped and fell, barely managing to catch himself before his face slammed into the dirt. He lay there on the forest floor, blind to the bugs he was scaring and the leaves brushing the side of his face. His brain broke as soon as that thought clarified in his mind.

Oh, his dragon was thrilled. He could feel the lizard’s smug satisfaction as if it was grinning down at him while muttering “fucking dumbass” over and over again.

Okay, fine. His dragon figured it out first. Considering how the thing had been acting, it had figured it out a while ago and Dimitri was slow on the uptake. So much for being a badass tracker. Not that he’d had to do any tracking whatsoever. His mate had just been there on some random street corner. And he certainly wasn’t expecting his mate to be someone who refused to admit that he was even a mage to begin with.

Mage or not, Sam was his and his alone. Joy soared in Dimitri’s chest for a full second before reality came crashing down in the form of shock, horror, fear, elation, and then a touch more shock. This was big.

Fucking fuckety fuck…he had a mate.

“Whoa! Are you okay?” Gregori cackled wildly above his head.

Dimitri jerked his gaze up to find all his companions standing around him with varying expressions of surprise and amusement. Even Sam was staring at him like he’d lost his mind.

“Da,” Dimitri replied and then squeezed his eyes shut. That was Russian. English. English, dammit.

His brain was so broken. Every thought was a fragmented mess while his heart raced. It was like his dragon had taken over his mind, shredded his thoughts, and was now tossing them about like confetti as it celebrated, leaving him to look like an idiot.


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