C.D. Gorri

She's given up on love, but he’s just begun…

After five hundred years of servitude, Dragon shifter Callius Falk and his three brothers are finally freed from their bonds. Callius has one mission, to find his true mate.

Winifred Castillo spends her nights tending bar at The Thirsty Dog, a local favorite in Maccon City, New Jersey. After her boyfriend skips town with her rent money, she’s sworn off men. For good.

But what’s a Werewolf to do when a dark-haired stranger with golden eyes and rippling muscles claims her as his mate?

   

Falk Clan Tales

Nikolai trembled with the power of his need. Trying to make small talk between bites of food was practically fucking killing him. Claim her. Es Meus.


The fight to regain control from his beast was near impossible. The Dragon could not handle having her near and not touching her. Neither could the man.


He accepted her as his mate the second he breathed in her bright, citrusy scent. She was in his blood. Part of his soul. She belonged to him. Now. Take her. Mine. His Dragon was burning him alive from the inside out.


Sweat beaded on his forehead as he fought to contain the beast. He sucked in air, getting more of her peppery-sweet scent. He growled deep in his chest. She smelled fucking divine.


He noticed her eyes dilate and her breath coming faster. Oh fuck. Yes. She wanted him too. Mate. Mine. Now.


“Are you done eating?” he growled the question, unable to keep the beast from his voice.


Chapter 11