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young. And she's so beautiful, so clever. The first human to turn Dracon in centuries, and she's already carrying firebreathers in her belly. The king's true mate. And she--" Ava stopped as she realized she sounded like a blathering idiot.
    "Part of her fan club, eh?" Tanner suddenly smiled and leaned back in the chair.
    "I respect her." She felt her face flaming again. "Now, Tanner Flay, as much as I enjoy seeing a Dracon again, would you mind explaining what you're doing here in my home?"
    Tanner's gaze rested on her mouth and his grin widened. "You really are lovely."
    She frowned. He seemed a little too delighted by that fact. "Um, thanks. Now about why you're here?"
    "And no mate, hmm?"
    The look he gave her made her jittery. Raw lust settled over his face, and his hands tensed on top of the table. Her libido roared to life, startling her.
    "Tanner?"
    "I had a problem I had to take care of earlier." His voice sounded distracted as he focused on her nipples poking through the thin cotton overshirt she wore. "I had no choice but to settle here. My...friend is resting up in your bed. He'll be fine by tomorrow, I'm sure."
    She started. "There's someone else here?" She hadn't sensed anyone else, then again, she hadn't felt Tanner in the house either. Dracon had enhanced senses, but as much as she wished it, those senses weren't much good in human form, at least, not for her. And though some Dracon were rumored to have psychic talents, she was far from telepathic. A shared image here and there, like when the king had taken a mate and joy had spread throughout the Dracon world. But other than that, Ava had to work hard to interact with others of her own kind. She was no hunter, no protector, and certainly no lover gifted with extraordinary skills. Bottom line, unless in Dracon form, she was as helpless as any other human.
    "Yes, my friend's resting in your bedroom. But don't worry. He's recovering well and we'll be gone by tomorrow. I promise."
    "He's hurt?" She stood, her nature to care for and heal a part of her make up. "I have a first aid kit in the bathroom. And I'm a trained EMT. I can help."
    He rose and stopped her before she could move past him toward the closed bedroom door. His hands settled over her shoulders. "Don't worry, Ava. I've already used your kit. He's healing as we speak. Just needs a bit of rest to recuperate." His voice thickened as he looked into her eyes, and the sparkle of emotion made her loins quicken with want. "I'm sorry to say, he's taken your bed. Perhaps you'd rather rest...on me?"

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    Tanner felt like a starving man as he stared down at the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. The minute he'd scented her he'd gotten hard, and thank God for that. He was still attracted to women, could still feel the driving need to fuck, and more, to mate. Something in him eased. That aberration with Matthias must have been a delayed reaction to the stress of almost losing a royal. Sexual needs mixed with worry. Sure, whatever. So long as his body still had a need to procreate, Tanner could handle anything.
    The fact that Ava was physically pleasing and that she reminded him of himself made wanting her a no-brainer. The hurt swimming in her dark eyes when she'd blurted out her last name made him want to soothe her pain. And the pleasure she'd tried to hide when looking him over had him harder than steel.
    He could smell her desire, like a heady perfume he wanted to wear...everywhere. She blinked up at him, her eyes wide and her lips parted in surprise. Without waiting to hear her answer, Tanner kissed her.
    Groaning, he drank down her breath like a thirsting man. She was sweet, and so fucking hot he wanted to explode. His lust built as if he hadn't just come with Matthias, and unable to push thoughts of the prince out of his mind, he found to his surprise that remembrances of his orgasm with Matthias only enhanced his pleasure.
    For her part, Ava had gone from stiff to slack to tense again, but this time