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The Billionaire Dragon's Secret Son (Howls Romance #10)
Author: Harmony Raines

The Billionaire Dragon’s Secret Son



Five years ago, Poppy stole something from George Lancaster. Well, technically two things. The first he knew about, the second... that’s going to come as a bit of a surprise. Now that is an understatement!

Poppy has been on the run, hiding out where no one can find her, or the most precious thing in her life, her son Charlie. But when trouble catches up with them, she has no choice but to seek help from George, a man who wants to get his hands on her...so he can wring her neck.

Ever since that night when she entered his life, dragon shifter George Lancaster has been paying the price. What she stole from him can never be replaced. And he doesn’t just mean the Heartsfire Blade.

No, she stole more than a family heirloom, she stole his future. Because when she vanished out of his life, she took all hope of him ever having an heir with her. Could fate really be that cruel? Thrusting her into his life and into his bed, for one night, and then allowing her to leave, never to be seen again.

But now she’s back. But why? Is this another game? If it is, she’s about to find out she’s met her match.

One way or another, he is going to make her stay right where she belongs.



Chapter One – Poppy

His hands were warm on her skin as they caressed her thigh, moving higher, much higher, until his fingers looped around the elastic of her panties and ripped them off, with strength a man should not possess. She sighed against him, wanting him, needing him in a way she had never needed anyone before.

This shouldn’t be happening, this wasn’t part of her well-thought-out plan. This was lust, pure and simple. Lust for a dream that wasn’t real. She was here for one thing, and one thing only, and it wasn’t sex.

But the way George Lancaster looked at her from across the crowded room, his eyes revealing his naked lust for her, she knew she was lost. Not because she was weak and could not fight the control his gaze wrought on her, but because she needed to get up the damn fancy staircase and into his room.

And that look said she wasn’t going anywhere—unless it was with him.

So here she was, with his fingers brushing against her clit, and no matter how many times she told herself she was doing this for her brother,Brax, she knew she was lying to herself. Part of giving herself to George Lancaster had nothing to do with her mission, nothing to do with her promise to steal the Heartsfire Blade, a jewel-encrusted dagger dating from the time of the Vikings, a time when legend told the last dragons walked the Earth.

Of course, Poppy didn’t believe in myths and legends, she believed in the everyday struggle of real life, and the need to get her stupid brother off the hook again. Poppy pushed all thought of Brax out of her head. She didn’t need him interrupting George and his magic touch. And oh, yes, his touch was the kind of magic she could believe in.

His fingers slipped inside her, and she gasped against his mouth. A shiver passed through her; there was something in the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, that told of a primal beast lurking under his skin. A beast that was about to claim her.

He maneuvered her toward the bed, tearing her demure blue dress as he ripped it from her body and cast it aside. He paused. For one lingering moment he stared at her naked flesh, and groaned with need. If this was any other man, or any other circumstance, she would have covered her body with her hands, or dashed across the room to flick off the lights. But he made her feel fierce, he made her feel alive, he made her feel like a woman.

And when he stripped off his clothes and revealed the body of a god, he nearly made her forget why she was here. Strong muscles encased in taut, tanned skin that seemed to shimmer as he flexed his muscles. His thighs were toned, his hips narrow; then she looked lower, and gasped at the size of his…

Damn, this was not what she signed up for. The hesitation flickered across her face, and he read her thoughts. “I won’t hurt you.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, her eyes rising to meet his.

“I’ve never been more sure.” He gave her a look that confused her. The fierce hardness softened, replaced by soft brown eyes that spoke of their future together, and of his need to have her and to hold her.

Well, he was going to be very disappointed. He could have her, but he was sure as hell not going to hold her. She knew all about men like George Lancaster: the kind of men who took what they wanted because they wanted it, and damn the repercussions.

Her mind fixed on her goal, she stepped forward, reaching for him, and he came to her, picked her up, then placed her on the bed. George joined her, his body hovering over hers, kissing her, murmuring words she couldn’t understand, but they were words that made her insides turn to liquid fire.

He slid between her thighs, easing her knees wider, before he kissed her most intimate places. Most intimate, her hands fisted the sheets as he licked, sucked, and nipped her sensitive skin, until she ached for him deep in her core. No man had touched her like this before, no man had made her want to abandon reason and give herself completely.

Poppy arched her back, her orgasm rushing toward her. She cried out, not caring if the people at the party downstairs heard. Sensations flooded her body, every nerve ending alive as she came for him. And this was for him, his expert mouth and fingers playing her like an instrument.

George Lancaster didn’t let up until she was completely spent, her breath catching in her throat, ragged and frayed, like her nerves. When he lifted his head to look at her, he had a look of pure triumph on his face. He knew the control he had over her—at least he thought he knew.

As she writhed on the bed, she had caught sight of her prize; it was in a locked case, just as she had been told it would be. The case was padlocked to the towel rail in the adjoining bathroom. He probably hadn’t expected anyone to come up here. He should have been more careful.

Inwardly, she smiled ruefully. She should have been more careful. Allowing George Lancaster to seduce her was not how she had planned this. In and out, without drawing attention, that had been the plan. Poppy had purposely chosen a dress that would make her invisible. No plunging neckline, no daring slit up the skirt to show off her shapely legs. She’d dressed demurely, but had somehow managed to catch George’s eye.

George, who moved wordlessly to hover over her body, his weight supported on one elbow, while he used his right hand to guide himself into her heated depths. Teasing her, moving so that the head of his hard length pushed inside her, before pulling back out. His teasing awoke her arousal, making it strong, making her ache to know what it was like to have this man inside her.

The teasing ended abruptly. He pushed inside her, but this time instead of pulling back out, he thrust forward, filling her with his staff. She groaned and arched her back, offering herself to him. An offer he did not refuse.

In and out he thrust, long powerful strokes, impaling her as he took her to the brink of her second orgasm. He kissed her lips as he came, drowning out her cries. Poppy had no choice but to wrap her arms around his neck and cling to him as if her life depended on it. She came, her inner walls gripping him, as if trying to hold on to this moment, hold onto this man.

Because she knew this was a fleeting moment, one she would never forget, but one she had to put distance between them as soon as she had her hands on the Heartsfire Blade.

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