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Omega's Dragon: Desert Heat: The Sunfire Brothers, #1
Omega's Dragon: Desert Heat: The Sunfire Brothers, #1
Omega's Dragon: Desert Heat: The Sunfire Brothers, #1
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Dragon Alpha Tyran Sunfire knows it's good to be King. As ruler of the dragon clans of the desert, he's used to owning the best of everything: a glittering casino on the Las Vegas strip, a palatial estate in the desert, and gorgeous men at his beck and call.

There's just one catch: In order to keep his position of power, he must produce an Heir to the throne. And fast.

Bailey, a human Omega, spent his childhood one step ahead of the law, but his sister promised that one last heist would set them up for life. Unfortunately, getting caught stealing from a dragon has dire consequences. In exchange for his sister's freedom, Bailey offers his body to Tyran. But the dragon is interested in more than just a one night stand...

When sparks start to fly, will the growing child inside Bailey be enough to hold them together? Or will their differences tear them apart?


Author's note: Omega's Dragon: Desert Heat is the first book in the Sunfire Brothers series, but it is a 30,000 word standalone short novel with a happily-ever-after ending and no cliffhangers. This story contains Alpha/Omega social dynamics, male pregnancy, knotting, and vividly steamy scenes between two gorgeous men.

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Release dateJan 17, 2018
ISBN9781386431169
Omega's Dragon: Desert Heat: The Sunfire Brothers, #1
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Victoria Brice

By day, Victoria enjoys cooking, gardening, and yoga, but when night falls, the dark side of her imagination unfurls. Inspired by her past experiences in the BDSM scene, she enjoys writing slow-burn stories of power exchange and exploring the limits of fantasy.

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    Omega's Dragon - Victoria Brice

    2

    Tyran

    Y es , that’s it, growled Tyran, as his cock hit the back of the stranger’s throat. Slower. He twined his fingers in the man’s hair and guided him up and down, just the way he liked it. The dragon had picked up his latest boy toy at the pool that afternoon: he could spot a Beta from a mile away. Tyran couldn’t recall the man’s name; probably because he hadn’t bothered to ask. And after all, who needed a name when you had an ass like that?

    Outside the window, Tyran could see the last rays of the setting sun sinking behind the mountains, painting the desert sky a vivid gold. He’d selected the suite on the 40th floor for their little tryst on purpose: the height gave him a fantastic view of the Strip. As the sun faded, the famed lights of the city began to glow like multicolored jewels, tempting tourists to come try their luck. His kingdom. His playground. His Hoard.

    As if sensing his distraction, the stranger ran the flat of his tongue up the underside of Tyran’s cock, making the dragon smirk. Needy little thing. Where did you say you were from, again?

    Nebraska, mumbled the Beta, the sound muffled by a mouthful of the Alpha’s thick cock.

    That’s right. In town for a sales conference?

    Mmhmm.

    Tyran chuckled. You want some business advice? Quit sales, go into whoring. Because fuck, your mouth feels good. In truth, the stranger was about average. But the dragon knew how to get the best performance out of his toys.

    As expected, the Beta enthusiastically increased his speed, sucking like he wanted to drain every last drop from the dragon’s cock. Tyran’s eyes fluttered closed as he lost himself in the pleasure. The hot tight mouth was drawing him closer and closer to the edge. As always, it was so good to be the King.

    The harsh buzz of his cell phone, vibrating like some giant bee on the nightstand, stirred Tyran from his reverie. He reached for it, careful not to move too much. The stranger shot him a disapproving glance, but the dragon ignored him and thumbed the answer button without looking at the screen. Hello?

    Tyran, do you know what time it is?

    Good evening, Mother. To what do I owe the pleasure?

    Her voice was girlishly high and soft, yet Tyran could hear the anger beneath it. This isn’t a social call, Tyran. You missed the appointment I had scheduled for you today. Didn’t Kael tell you? Do we need to find a new assistant?

    Tyran smirked. He told me you had scheduled a lunch meeting for me and a certain friend of yours. I told him to ignore it. I don’t appreciate being set up on a thinly-disguised date with some ancient dragoness. She’s closer to your age than mine, you know. How would that look?

    The Beta’s eyebrows furrowed in a look of confusion. Tyran smiled and gave the back of his head a gentle push, encouraging him to continue.

    His mother’s voice interrupted his reverie. She may be older than you, but her Clan is famous for their strong fertility magic. Why, her sister is mated and has four children already.

    Tyran made a face. As if his mother could see him, she sighed heavily.

    We have been over and over this, Tyran. You are the eldest son. I’m not nagging you because I enjoy it. It is your responsibility to us all to produce an Heir. Otherwise, our status as ruling Clan could be compromised. I know you don’t care about ruling, but think of me. Think of your brothers.

    He scowled. I will mate when I choose to. And I do not choose to yet. At the sound of the word mate, the Beta perked up. Tyran rolled his eyes. I have to go, Mother. We can discuss this later. Or never. He hung up without waiting for her reply and reached out to stroke the Beta’s hair. Business. You know how it is. He was pretty damn sure the stranger had no idea.

    The Beta smiled anyway. I’m sure running this place and dealing with all that money is so tiring. Let me help you with some of that stress. He drew Tyran’s cock into his mouth again. The dragon sighed and laced his fingers behind his head, letting his eyes close. The Beta wasn’t the brightest, but he gave a decent blowjob. Tyran lost himself in the surge of pleasure, the hot tightness of the stranger’s mouth.

    When the phone rang again less than a minute later, Tyran was sure it was his mother calling to berate him for hanging up on her. But when the caller ID display lit up with SECURITY, he sat bolt upright in bed. The Beta made a little choking noise, but Tyran ignored it and punched the call answer button.

    Yes?

    Sir, you’d better come down here. We’ve had a breach. Despite her jarring words, the voice of Magda, his chief of security, was calm.

    He cursed under his breath. What kind?

    Someone tried to bribe one of our dealers. He let us know in advance, so we set up a sting. Idiots never saw it coming. We have them in the holding cells now.

    Tyran felt a rush of triumph. Good work. I’ll be down in five.

    Yes, sir.

    He hung up and patted the Beta’s shoulder, causing the man to look up. Looks like we’ll have to cut this short. Get dressed and see my assistant Kael on the way out, he’ll get you a car.

    The man looked startled. But I thought… don’t you want me to wait until you get back? Don’t you want to fuck me? His tone was pleading, with an overly submissive whine that set Tyran on edge.

    Tyran smiled. No. I won’t be needing you any longer.

    The Beta’s face reddened, and he sputtered something, but Tyran was already off the bed and headed for his closet. Too bad he hadn’t gotten to finish, but this was Las Vegas. Easy come, easy go.

    And he had some people’s lives to ruin.

    3

    Bailey

    It had all been going so perfectly. Too perfectly, he realized now. Bailey had enjoyed the wild energy of the opulent casino, the cheerful electronic chirping and jangling of the slot machines, the cheers of a rowdy group at the roulette wheel. He had played his role: noisy drunk young tourist, being chummy with the other gamblers, flirting outrageously with the pretty female dealer. All the while, keeping an eye on his watch.

    When the time came, he’d swayed and fallen backwards off the stool, sending drinks and poker chips flying. The commotion was spectacular. People crowded around him, their eyes wide with concern. A vacationing doctor in a loud Hawaiian shirt demanded they give him air. He had laid on the gaudy carpet just long enough before making a miraculous recovery.

    He hadn’t even risked a glance at Rachel to see if she’d pulled off her part of the con, just managed to get to his feet and thank his rescuers a few minutes later. The adrenaline had taken over as he walked toward the casino doors, intent on escaping into the hot night air. It was working, he’d thought. How stupid could he be?

    He’d gotten two steps onto the sidewalk before the men fell in on either side of him. Huge guys, each over six foot, in snappy suits. There was something creepy about them: each man had skin like a mannequin, utterly unlined and blandly handsome. They looked similar enough to be brothers.

    You’re going to come with us, Bailey, one had said, with a pleasant smile.

    It had taken him a second to register that they knew his name. He had felt the blood drain from his face.

    He had thought to run, but the look the other gave him, one of amused pity, made him realize it was impossible. They knew exactly what was going on. And now, all his and Rachel’s careful planning, their years of teamwork and triple-checking and careful work was a waste. Bailey had heard stories. These casinos were all owned by the mob, everyone knew that. He and Rachel were either destined for prison or shallow graves in the desert.

    He paced the room like a caged animal. He thought that they must be somewhere under the casino; the stale air smelled like earth and dust. It was strangely large for a holding cell, at least twenty by twenty feet: a cinderblock room with a high ceiling and a single buzzing lightbulb that cast long shadows on the walls. He had to get out. He had to warn Rachel. But it was probably too late for that.

    If only he had some way to contact her!

    Bailey slid down the wall, pressing his back to the corner furthest from the door. The uncertainty was the worst thing. Had they caught Rachel? What were they going

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