His secret hideaway wasn't too far from Stonefire's land by dragonwing, and within ten minutes, he circled around the jagged peaks below a few times to ascertain if any humans were around. The land below him was part of the Lake District National Park, which technically belonged to the humans. However, the nearest village was miles away, and there were very few roads. Since it was only April, not many ramblers hiked the area either.

Bram had chosen this spot within months of taking over the clan. Every leader liked to have a safe haven. While no one wanted anything awful to happen, it was always good to prepare for the worst.

He was certain Evie would be safe here.

His inner dragon growled. I don't want to leave her alone. We must protect our mate.

Trust me.

Maybe. I will make sure no one will doubt she is ours. She must carry our scent.

Bram had been afraid of this. We don't have time for sex. We need to question Evie for answers.

No. We must make sure everyone knows she is ours. I will fight you to make it happen.

The urge to fuck his mate coursed through his body. His dragon roared inside their head. We are here. I will gain control before we land. We will fuck her and scent mark her. No male must come near her.

As his dragon pushed to take control, Bram pushed back. He might be strong, but he was aware of how this was a losing battle. Images of him and Evie from earlier, when he'd fucked her from behind, flashed inside his brain. The dragon-half wanted Evie. If Bram was decoding the dragon's feelings correctly, he wanted to protect the mother of their children.

Impossible. Evie couldn't be pregnant, nor would she ever be. She was incompatible.

Wrong, wrong, you are wrong. She will be mother to our young. I will brand our scent strongly. No males will dare approach her.

His dragon's words piqued his curiosity. Tell me what you mean about her being mother to our young. Tell me, and we can fuck her once.

I will fuck her anyway. I don't need to bargain.

Since his dragon was stubbornness incarnate, Bram knew this was a losing battle. It was best to agree for now and pounce when his inner beast least expected it. Post-orgasm, he should be able to regain command of his mind.

Still, it was best to allow his beast to think he won for the time being. Fine, if we fuck her, will you allow me to talk to her again?

Yes, after.

Okay, we fuck her. But be careful. She is in the basket. We must lower her gently. Don't take her until she's inside our secret place.

Of course. I would never hurt her.

Beating his wings in long, slow motions, he carefully maneuvered his dragon's form down through the jagged rocks. With great care, he laid the basket on the ground, released the metal rings, and moved to the side where an open area would allow him to land.

The second his legs touched the ground, images of kissing Evie, touching the soft skin of her breast, and finally fucking her flooded his mind. As wrong as it was given all the shit going on, his dragon's need was spilling over into his human-half.

As his dragon repeated Fuck her over and over inside their head, he imagined his talons becoming hands, his snout shrinking to a chin and nose, and his wings merging into his back.

Usually when he shifted back into his human-form, his dragon would quietly retreat and either sleep or observe what Bram did. However, that wasn't the case. His beast was shouting inside his head.

Fuck her. Now. We need her. Hand over control to me or I will lock you inside our mind and fuck her until I'm sated.

Alarm filled his mind at his dragon fucking Evie for as long as he liked. Just give me a few more minutes. We can fuck her soon.

Determined to keep his human half in charge long enough to guide them inside, he ran over to Evie's basket. She was already standing and staring at him. However, the constant pounding of his dragon's need prevented him from noticing much about her face, let alone her feelings. Until he thrust his cock into her, he wouldn't be able to do anything.

"Come. We need to hurry. My dragon needs to fuck you."

Grabbing her hand, he pulled her along to the secret entrance.

Less than a minute after standing back on solid ground, Evie was being pulled along by a very naked Bram to some secret location so he could fuck her.

Her legs wobbled a bit as she tried to match her dragonman's pace. The urgency in his voice had been real; she only hoped there was something other than rock at his secret hideaway. Her arse really didn't want to sit or lay on cold stone or damp grass.

Soon, they were walking underneath the cover of trees and she had to rely on Bram's guidance. It was pitch black and she couldn't see a bloody thing.

Bram finally whispered, "We're nearly to the entrance. I will carry you."

Before she could so much as say his name, he plucked the laptop from her hand and her stomach bounced against Bram's bare shoulder. The heat of his skin seeped through her cloak and dress. Combined with his earthy male scent filling her nose, a tingle raced through her body.

Considering all of the shit going on, it was wrong, but the bouncing motioning as he moved made her a little wet. His dragon was about to take control. She wanted to see it.

It will help him, remember. It's not just you being horny and irresponsible. Sure, she'd go with that.

The air became damp and cool, telling her they were inside one of the rock formations she'd just made out in the moonlight earlier. Just as she wished, there were lights; brightness flashed and she closed her eyes. Opening them slowly, her eyes adjusted to see a room furnished with a bed, a sofa, a small kitchen, and even overhead lights. "How do you power the lights?"

Bram grunted. The next thing she knew, he tossed her onto a soft mattress. Well, at least it's not stone.

He towered over her and his eyes were flashing rapidly between slits and round pupils. The strain in his voice was pronounced, to the point he enunciated each word when he said, "No questions. Just strip or I'll rip them."

Normally, she'd ask him to rip her clothes off as that had always been a fantasy of hers. , However, she didn't want to destroy the beautiful traditional dragon-shifter dress Samira had given her, so she needed to get naked.

Sitting up, she undid her cloak and tossed it aside. As she fumbled with the tie over her shoulder, she glanced to Bram. Her eyes were drawn to the motion of his arm; he was stroking his cock in long, slow movements.

"Hurry, Evie. My dragon's so close."

"Right."

The tie finally came undone, and she wiggled out of the dress. No sooner did she toss it to the floor than Bram was on top of her. He murmured, "Mine," before he kissed her. His tongue pushed into her mouth at the same time he thrust his cock into her wet pussy. Evie cried out in surprise and Bram moved his hips, his cock pounding in and out of her in deep strokes.

The movements of both his tongue and his hips increased, until she couldn't resist digging her nails into his back. She could think of nothing but the dragonman currently owning her mouth with his tongue as he pounded relentlessly into her pussy.

He only broke the kiss to shout as he stilled inside her. As he came, pleasure exploded through her body in orgasm.

She'd barely stopped spasming when Bram took her breast in his hand and squeezed. His eyes were purely slits now. His dragon was in complete control.

She wanted to ask him if his human-half was coming back when he growled. "Mine. Again."

Pinching her nipple, he once again moved inside her. With each thrust, he pinched a little harder. Even without touching her clit, she felt the pressure building.

Bram's hand went under her arse and lifted, changing the angle of his thrusts. Holy hell, her dragonman's dick was hard as stone, which made his movements that much more delicious.

With one last twist of her nipple, she screamed as Bram roared. Her orgasm intensified with each jet of semen inside her. Lights were still dancing before her eyes when Bram pulled out of her. Good. Maybe his human-half has returned. There's so much we need to do.

Forcing her gaze to Bram, she saw the dragon slits and started to worry. "Bram?"

Growling, Bram flipped her over and entered her pussy from behind. She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She didn't understand what was happening. Bram had said after fucking her once, he should be able to wrestle control of his inner dragon. Yet he was already on the third go, his dragon fully in charge.

She could barely concentrate as her dragonman played with her clit. His touch was addictive and made it difficult to concentrate.

Yet a small part of her brain knew the clan would need him. What would she do if his human-half never regained control? No. Whatever it took, she needed to find a way to bring Bram's human-half back.

Then Bram pinched her clit, banishing all thoughts but the feel of his strong, warm fingers. Another pinch and her pussy clenched and released his cock in orgasm as he continued to move, his motions almost desperate.

Somehow, some way, she would have to find a way to bring the clan leader version of Bram Moore-Llewellyn back to the forefront. How she was going to do that, however, she had no idea. Especially since Bram chose that moment to come inside her, and his semen sent her into another orgasm, scattering her thoughts.

End Part Three *~*~*~*

PART FOUR.

Chapter One.

Evie feigned sleep. It was the only way Bram and his dragon would stop fucking her and leave her alone. If it weren't for all the shit going on with the dragon hunters, Murray, and threat of another attack, she would love getting to know Bram's dragon half in bed.

But the rough, slightly kinky sex with a dragonman would have to wait. She needed to think of a way to help Bram's human-half regain control or the clan could be in danger. No doubt, Kai could hold Stonefire together for a short while, but without a clan leader, Stonefire would be vulnerable and the Carlisle dragon hunters would take advantage.

Yet despite how important it was to bring Bram's human-half back, none of her training at the Department of Dragon Affairs had prepared her for a dragon going into a sex frenzy. According to her textbooks, a male dragon-shifter went into a frenzy when he discovered his true mate and wouldn't stop until he could scent she was pregnant with his child. Which, in Evie's case, was impossible.

Although, given Bram's need to claim her, she wondered if maybe her test as a teenager had been wrong. There was also the possibility that humans didn't know as much about dragon-shifters and their biology as they claimed.

There's no time to wish or hope to be Bram's true mate despite the test results saying you can't conceive a dragon-shifter's child, Evie Marie. His clan needs him, so think of a way to bring the human-half back to the forefront. No one else can do it.

Talk about pressure.

Focus, Evie. Running through the what she knew, the only thing she could think of which might work was to use Bram's earlier comment about feeding his dragon's ego. She didn't want to sooth the dragon; however in this case, poking the dragon's ego might work. Anger tended to blind a person and make them lose control. If the dragon lost control, there was a small possibility Bram would pounce upon the opening and take over.

Of course, she could be completely wrong and make things even worse. A sex-crazed dragon was bad enough; what would a pissed off dragon look like? Even though she trusted Bram never to hurt her, she had no idea about his inner beast. Clan Skyhunter hadn't allowed her to roam their lands and study how any of the couples interacted. Was it even possible for a dragon-shifter to harm his or her mate?

Bloody hell. She hated not knowing. As soon as everything was righted with Murray and the clan, she was going to take Melanie and Samira up on their offer to learn more about being a dragon's mate.

First, however, she needed to deal with Bram. She refused to believe he was a lost cause. Mostly because of the strength of Bram's will, but also because Evie wasn't about to let anyone else die on her watch. To prevent that from happening, she needed to keep Stonefire cohesive.

Then you'll just have to succeed and bring Bram back. No worries, right? Evie resisted a wry smile. The situation with Bram was the farthest thing from a "no worries" scenario.

Pushing aside the inkling of doubt, Evie focused back on her task. She would bring Bram back, but she wasn't stupid. If she was going to stand up to a sex-crazed dragonman and try to make him angry, she needed to prepare for the worst-case scenario. Evie needed a weapon.

Keeping her eyes closed, she recalled every detail she could about the room. Granted, she'd only seen it in snippets at a time, but she was trained to notice details. A human sacrifice's life often depended on it.

There was the bed under her side, which was next to an end table with a lamp. Since the lamp was small and currently the only light source in the room, she couldn't use that. The tiny kitchen was on the opposite side of the room from the bed. Bram was currently rustling around over there. Since she didn't possess super-human strength, she couldn't lift the sofa and toss it at Bram's head to distract him and find a knife.

No, her only option was to find something inside the small bathroom. Dragon-possessed Bram had allowed her to use the toilet in private once before. It was time to see if he would allow her again.

Taking a deep breath, Evie slowly sat up, trying not to wince at the soreness between her legs. Before she could even think about the last time she'd been this sore from sex, Bram was standing in front of her. His pupils were slits, meaning his dragon was still there.

His voice was low and growly when he said, "I must scent you more. Again."

Evie put up a hand. "Please, let me use the toilet first."

"Then again?" She nodded and Bram moved aside. "Hurry."

When faced with a possibly irate and soon-to-be out of control dragonman, Evie pushed aside her soreness and rushed into the toilet. Once she locked the door, she turned toward the sink. Despite the bathroom being inside a cave, the sink and toilet were simple yet modern with nondescript white porcelain. Bram had spent some time constructing the cave hidey-hole.

Squatting down, she opened the door to the cabinet under the sink and peeked inside. There was toilet paper, soap, shampoo, and a plunger.

A quick glance around the bathroom told her there was nothing else apart from the shower stall, a few towels on a rack, and the toilet itself. Reaching inside the cabinet, she took the plunger and stood up. No doubt, the wooden handle would break if she had to swing it at Bram's muscled body, but at least then, she could use the jagged edges, if it came to that.

Catching her reflection in the mirror, Evie tried not to smile. A naked woman holding a plunger like a cricket bat was not something you saw every day.

Pull it together, Evie. This plunger might end up being your ticket to freedom if things go south.

With one last deep breath, Evie tightened her grip on the plunger and opened the door. It was time to provoke a sex-crazed dragonman.

Inside the partition of his mind, where Bram's dragon had put him, Bram paced. Right before Evie had gone into the toilet, he had noticed a determined glint in her eye. What in the bloody hell was she up to?

His inner beast might be too preoccupied with sex, but Bram wasn't. Knowing his female as he did, she had a plan. Hopefully, the plan involved bringing Bram's human-half back into control.

The first fifteen minutes after entering the cave dwelling, Bram had fought tooth and nail against his inner dragon and lost. He'd never appreciated his logical other half until it was gone. He also finally understood what Tristan had gone through with Melanie. Given the other dragonman's temper, Bram realized Melanie was stronger than he'd given her credit for.

After the losing battle with his dragon, Bram had hung back to conserve his energy. Sure, he enjoyed sex with Evie. Under normal circumstances, he would love nothing more than to lock her away for two days and make her come until she couldn't think straight, but he needed to find a way to break free and save his clan.

His inner dragon roared inside his head and screamed, Why is she taking so long? I need her. I must scent her. She is mine.

Ours.

Mine.

Fuck. He'd never seen his beast act so stubborn and possessive before, and he had no bloody idea how to fix it. He was ninety-five-percent certain the beast wouldn't stop until Evie was pregnant.

Yet that was impossible. Maybe his beast, being so dominant, was extra possessive. He had no reason to believe Evie had lied to him about being incompatible with dragon-shifter DNA.

Before he could dwell any longer on his dilemma, the toilet door opened to reveal Evie clasping a plunger in her hands. Even his dragon blinked for a second at the sight before rushing toward her. Evie said, "Stop. I'm tired. I'm sore, and I'm hungry. I want a break from sex."