Fury of Seduction (Dragonfury Series #3) Read Online Free Page A

his thighs. The pair were his favorites, something he always wore in human form, but things changed. He was done with the bullshit. Done lying to himself. Done apologizing for the flaw in his chromosomal DNA...for the bright pink eyes he’d been born with and ridiculed for all his life.
    “Weak,” his sire had said. A color worn by newborn babies and little girls, not warriors.
    Well, fuck that. Eye color was the least of who he was...or what he’d become, a powerful male in command of the Razorback nation. Throw in his scientific expertise and...shit. What the hell was he doing living in the past and hiding behind dark lenses? His pansy-ass pink irises meant next to nothing in the scheme of things. Lothair hadn’t given a rat’s ass about his genetic shortcoming, so why the hell should he?
    Pushing to his feet, Ivar dropped the Oakleys. The pair landed with a clatter on the hardwood. His eyes narrowed on the black frames, he lifted his foot and crushed them beneath his boot heel, enjoying the snap-crackle’n-pop as he ground them into the floor and—
    “Hey, boss man.” The German accent drifted through the closed door behind him. “Need a word.”
    With a mental click, Ivar flipped the dead bolt with his mind and swung the door wide. Well-oiled hinges sighed as light from the corridor spilled over the threshold, illuminating the darkness. Squinting against the glare, Ivar tilted his head, inviting Denzeil into his domain. “What did you find?”
    A determined glint in his eyes, Denzeil crossed the threshold, long legs eating up the space between them. He stopped on the other side of the bed, a pale manila folder in his hand. “The female isn’t home.”
    “Where is she?”
    “I got nothing on her car. It’s an older model...no GPS to track.”
    “But?” Ivar said, waiting for the punch line. Denzeil wasn’t stupid. He wouldn’t show up—put himself on Ivar’s radar or in the line of fire—unless he had intel to share.
    D smiled, but his dark gaze remained flat. No echo of humor. No spark of pleasure. And rightly so. Lothair’s murder had hit all the Razorbacks hard. No one would be laughing for a while. And if his warrior felt so inclined? Ivar would work the male out so hard it would take him weeks to recover from the beat down. “Her credit card was used at a hotel in Gig Harbor.”
    Ivar’s brows collided. “Where the fuck is that?”
    “A couple of hours south...near Tacoma, off I-95.”
    “We leave at sunset. Inform the others.”
    “Ten four.” With a nod, Denzeil tossed the folder onto the king-size bed. As the file’s contents spilled onto the duvet, the male said, “One more thing, boss.”
    Ivar tipped his chin, asking without words.
    “Rodin called from Prague an hour ago. He’s looking for—”
    “Fuck.” Just what he didn’t need...Rodin, leader of the Archguard, snooping around.
    Lothair’s sire was a pain in the ass. More so in recent days. But money talked, so Ivar couldn’t afford to walk. Not yet. Not until he received another infusion of cash. The breeding program and his supervirus experiments werebarely off the ground. Add in the fact the new lair needed additional work to take the construction from half-done to complete, and having a wealthy patron with deep pockets was priority number one.
    Funding. Soldiers. Intel about the political climate within Dragonkind ranks. You name it, Rodin provided it.
    Too bad the male couldn’t keep his yap shut. The aristocratic know-it-all liked to be kept in the loop, which was annoying as hell, but having an influential member of the Archguard—head of one of the dynastic families that ruled Dragonkind—under his thumb furthered the Razorback cause. So, yeah...keeping Rodin happy ranked as important.
    Powerful friends, after all, made excellent allies.
    Which meant lying his ass off to keep Rodin in the dark awhile longer. Oh, he would tell him of Lothair’s death...eventually. But not before Ivar made the male