Seed of the Dragon: A Paranormal Dragon Shifter Romance

SEED OF THE

DRAGON 

A PARANORMAL DRAGON SHIFTER ROMANCE

SERENA ROSE

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About This Book

When up and coming model Rachel went to a party full of industry executives she was hoping her life would change.

But she did not expect this.

At that party she met the gorgeous golden-eyed Shawn who swept her off her feet and into his bed. In the end, Rachel's life did change drastically that night, she became pregnant.

Now 5 years later, Rachel is happy raising her son all by herself.

But little does she know, Shawn is a dragon shifter and that means her son has inherited his abilities and Rachel's life is about to change again in a way she could never have imagined...

                                           
CHAPTER ONE

C
HAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER ONE

“Rachel”

“You have to go,” Charlie said.

“Honestly?” I asked in a disappointed tone.

“This party will be massive and you’ll definitely be able to make some connections there!” he exclaimed, “Not to mention the
famous
model Ali will be there! Plus we got your perfume ad onto the slideshow that they’ll be running throughout the night, so you have to be there.”

“Fine, fine,” I said, hoping that Charlie would get off my back.

Charlie was a great agent but sometimes it felt like he works me a tad too hard, especially when it comes to social events when I’m not really at my best. Somehow socializing among high society can be really difficult, especially when a lot of them are really stupid.

This isn’t me being above high society, but just that a lot of high society didn’t learn much in school. I never finished, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t learn anything. I know the name of every muscle in the body and how to properly calculate mass. I know how the political system works and the name of every president, I know materialistic feminism, and the philosophies of the syphilis fevered Nietzsche. Somehow the conversations at these things never strike my fancy, and neither did any of the old farts at these gatherings. It was all … disappointing. I would much rather be at the gym squatting or at home researching new job openings.

Being an amateur model was hard but it was something I loved. I loved being fawned over at the makeup table, the feel of the artist stroking their brushes across my face creating something far more beautiful than I could ever accomplish on my own. I loved the way I felt under the heat of a lens, striking poses and holding facial expressions ranging from deadly to bored to affectionate. I loved the sound of my stilettos striking the ground as I make my way down the runway in something I could never wear in public.

It was a surprise for my relatives when I left school to chase my dream, but it was never because I wasn’t smart enough, after all I was in the top 15 percentile of my pre-med studies. It was more so that I was more passionate about
this.
About the feeling I got, the rush. I never got that while reading through a textbook about the workings of the body.

“I need a dress, though,” I reasoned with Charlie.

“Already got you one, Darling,” Charlie argued.

He was the type to be prepared for anything so I shouldn’t be surprised.

“Maybe you will meet someone exciting!” Charlie exclaimed. “You’re bound to be popular.”

I laughed. I wasn’t looking for a partner right now. I really wanted to try to live my life for me now. I wanted to be free of any commitments, at least for a little while.

“You and I both know that having a boyfriend will be bad press for me,” I said light-heartedly.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t support it!” Charlie said.

Charlie laughed and his freckled complexion crinkled with his smile. I was lucky to have him as my agent. He always had my back through thick and thin, plus he’s landed me some great deals like this recent perfume shoot.

“What happened to you and Dan anyway?” Charlie asked.

“Me and Dan… well you know that we broke up,” Charlie nodded as I spoke, “but we haven’t talked much since.”

“Good, he wasn’t worth your time,” Charlie said, ruffling his red hair.

“Here I thought you were being supportive of me in a relationship!” I joked.

We both laughed and I punched Charlie’s shoulder.

“Dan and I just weren’t in the same places in our lives…” I explained.

“How so?” Charlie questioned.

“He was on marriage and children, while I’m still on my career. I’d love to have kids and marry the guy, just not right now,” I said.

“Did he propose?!” Charlie exclaimed.

“No, no,” I shook my head, “but we had talked about it and that’s when we decided that we weren’t for one another,” I said.

Charlie nodded his head. He seemed to be thinking about something.

“Good on you for not putting away your dreams for him,” Charlie said.  “That’s very commendable of you.”

“I just wish he wasn’t so sour about it,” I laughed.

Dan, my ex-boyfriend was a lovable guy but for him it was marriage or breakup, kids or bust. I couldn’t spend my life with someone who dealt in absolutes, especially when it came to my job. It felt as if he wanted me to be his trophy wife or something, like
oh she was going to be a model before I made her pregnant
. It was just overall a bad experience since I felt like I was being taken advantage of the entire conversation. He made it out like I was the bad guy! He practically gas-lighted me on things I’ve never said or done before, but like I said, he was lovable so it was hard to tell that he was being manipulative.

***

“Rachel”

His fingers wove into my hair as his breath fanned over my shoulder. My heart pumped painfully as my lungs felt breathless.

“Let’s go somewhere more private,” Shawn whispered.

I hummed deep in my chest as I realized that we were still in the hallway of the hotel, in plain sight. Anyone could walk by and see Shawn and me all over each other, kissing, touching. My hand pushed Shawn’s chest weakly as I began to shuffle through my purse’s contents to find the room key-card.

I opened the door and we both stumbled inside, barely managing to close the door before my back touched the wall and his lips were on mine once again. The heat of Shawn’s body pressing against me sent shocks of pleasure through my nerves, effectively shutting down any anxiety I had about this. I could feel want building deep in my guts as I tasted the man in front of me, I smelled his musk and overpowering sin.

Shawn took my lower lip with his teeth and bit down gently, then licked it as if an apology. I sighed through my nose and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Rachel…” Shawn whispered, pulling away.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Is this okay?” he questioned.

I almost snorted but was able to stifle it. Instead of answering, I leaned forward and kissed Shawn with as much passion I could muster.

“I want you inside me,” I admitted.

Shawn, in response, pushed his right knee between my legs, which caused the fabric of my dress to hike up, and a wonderful pressure to appear against my crotch. He then kissed the side of my neck, nibbling at the sensitive flesh there.

“I’ve been eyeing you all night, Rachel,” Shawn said into my neck, “You’ve been teasing me with those beautiful legs this entire time.”

“Oh please,” I said.

“It’s true though, I couldn’t stop staring at you…” Shawn said between kisses. His hands took mine as he led me towards the large queen bed in the middle of the hotel room.

“I’d love to see more of those legs,” Shawn smiled.

“Then undress me,” I said, the mood striking me. I wanted Shawn to do the work, and teasing him seemed like the right way to go to get that.

Shawn smiled as he moved in close and wound his large, muscled arms around me to reach for the zipper that sat in the middle of my back. He unzipped it slowly and smoothly and  all I could hear were the teeth coming undone. He stepped back and pulled my straps off my shoulders in a slow motion. The dress fell down over my figure and I heard Shawn pull in a long breath as my chest was presented to him.

I took his hands after a moment and placed them atop my perky breasts. Shawn looked at me and then back down to his hands, a look of wonder on his face. It made pride swell inside of me as I felt his hands begin to massage me.

“They’re so soft, Rachel…” Shawn said.

I smiled in reply and watched Shawn enjoy the experience. I felt spikes of pleasure, but I wanted so much more so my hands began to move of their own accord to the space between Shawn’s legs. There I found a hard rod of flesh, heavy and swollen underneath the zipper of his dress pants. I looked up at Shawn and saw his white teeth bite at his lip as I began to rub his cock through the thick fabric.

A small sigh made it through Shawn’s mouth before the world turned and I found myself lying on the bed with Shawn between my legs. My panties and his thick pants were the only barrier between us as Shawn began to thrust himself against me. I moaned at the hard contact on my crotch, it was so satisfying after all the teasing and flirty banter between us earlier. Shawn bucked his hips towards mine and the friction made me moan again.

“You sound so pretty,” Shawn commented.

I looked up at him sternly but his next thrust sent my mouth open again with pleasure. Shawn smiled down at me.

“So pretty…”

He leaned down and placed a kiss on my lips. I took that moment to flip us over so I was straddling Shawn’s hips. He looked up in surprise as I sat up and began to grind down heavy and hard.

“Ah!” Shawn exclaimed as he gripped hard on my hips.

I smiled and continued to grind down. “Is it good?” I asked.

“So good,” Shawn answered as his hands urged me on.

I looked down at Shawn’s handsome features as the friction between us caused his mouth to open and close in pleasure. His sharp features were so kissable, a jaw with just the tiniest bit of stubble, almond eyes, high cheekbones, and thick, commanding eyebrows. His hair fell disheveled on his brow as he made eye contact with me, the dark tresses contrasting against his light skin. I pushed my body forwards till I was flush against Shawn’s chest, my own naked and bare chest against his white collared shirt.

His hands firmly grasped my bottom and squeezed. I kissed his neck and then sucked, hard. I wanted to mark this man as mine, wanted to make sure he had to wear a scarf for the next few days to work.

“Let me take this off,” Shawn said, pointing to his pants.

I got off him quick and began to unzip his zipper.

“Excited, aren’t you?” Shawn smirked.

“Horny,” I answered, as I helped him pull his pants off.

Shawn retaliated by pushing me down. I almost said something but then I felt him pull my panties to the side and his breath hot on my crotch. He began to lick gently at my clit, and I practically keened over. I wanted more and more pressure; it was so good, hot, and wet. His tongue was driving me insane with how it circled around my sensitive flesh. It was so mesmerizing I forgot to speak. I arched my back and placed one hand gently atop Shawn’s head, ruffling the short hair there. Shawn then sat up and I whined.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered.

“I’m not,” he replied as his hands pulled at my panties.

I lifted my hips so they slid down my hips and legs so I was now completely naked In front of him. He parted my legs with his hands and lowered his head back down. His skillful tongue met my flesh again and I couldn’t help the sound coming out of my throat. Both my hands found his head again and pressed him closer to me for more pressure. I fought the urge to grind down and just enjoyed the sensations of this stranger’s tongue.

All too soon, I felt that familiar pressure in my abdomen, coursing through my body in a pulsing way. I fought it as long as I could but once Shawn’s fingers started to circle my entrance in preparation to finger me, I couldn’t take it.

“I’m going to come,” I said breathlessly, my back arching off the bed and my teeth biting down painfully on my lower lip.

Shawn made a muffled moan and continued his ministrations, but harder. His fingers then started to work their way inside me and I could no longer think straight, pleasure wracking my body of any sound knowledge of how to move. I breathed out heavily as my orgasm subsided, as did Shawn’s movements. His head still lay between my legs and his tongue lapped gently, enough to provide pleasure but not over stimulation. I suddenly realized I had been gripping his hair so I loosened my hold and returned my hands to my sides.

“Good?” Shawn asked with a smile.

“Yeah,” I answered.

Shawn smirked.

“Don’t be so cocky, girls don’t like that,” I commented with a small laugh.

“But you like me,” Shawn said.

“Where’d you get that idea?” I asked.

“Well, you did just let me eat you out,” Shawn mentioned.

“Point taken,” I replied.

I lay there for a moment in bliss, but I knew it wasn’t over, not by a long shot. I had to gear myself up for the next stage.

“Take everything off,” I commanded.

“With pleasure,” Shawn obliged.

He stripped himself of his remaining clothing, revealing the large hard-on he was sporting underneath. I felt my gut churn in excitement; I was going to fuck this man, this man was going to fuck me. Going to this party was the best idea of my career.

Feeling my energy return, I beckoned Shawn to the bed. I needed to return the favor before moving on to fucking, but god was I excited to get that cock in my mouth. Shawn lay down on his back, with his dick standing proudly from his hips. I lowered myself down to look at the wonder, gazing at the protruding veins and arteries, the way it curved up just a bit, and the fact that the base was slightly larger than the tip.