Deryk (Dragon Hearts 2) by Carole Mortimer

Author:Carole Mortimer [Mortimer, Carole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Carole Mortimer
Published: 2017-09-28T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 9

“Is what Vlad said true?” The darkness of Grigor’s eyes glowed like twin jet stones.

Deryk’s lids narrowed. Grigor might be the eldest of the Pendragon brothers and also their natural leader, but his brother had no experience of what it felt like when faced with your fated mate. None of them did until they met her.

Deryk certainly hadn’t realized the compulsion to claim he would feel when he breathed in Izabella’s perfume and then met her in person. Not the same sort of compulsion he and his brothers occasionally used on humans to ensure their dragons remained secret, but a driving need that blanked out everything and everyone else as being unnecessary noise. Izabella was now the only thing Deryk could see and feel. Her mere existence consumed him. Her well-being was all he cared about. Along with the raging desire for her that burned constantly beneath his skin.

“Izabella is my mate, yes,” he answered his brother evenly. Grigor had come straight to Deryk’s bedchamber once he had finished talking with Vladimir Romanov.

Grigor looked at him searchingly. “What does it feel like?”

Deryk was surprised by the question rather than the condemnation he had been expecting. “Wonderful and at the same time agonizing.” His smile was pained.

“You haven’t completed the mating yet?”

Deryk inwardly winced as he recalled the way Izabella had refused to listen to him earlier when she had thrown her clothes back on before storming out of his bedchamber. “Getting there.”

Grigor frowned. “That’s two in six months.”

Deryk knew he meant two mates for two of the Pendragon brothers in six months. It couldn’t be coincidence.

He shrugged. “Maybe we all needed to be fifteen hundred years old before we find her?”

Grigor’s smile barely curved his lips and certainly didn’t reach his dark brown eyes. “Whatever the reason, I’m glad you’ve found Izabella. Even if it has caused something of an international incident with the Romanov brothers,” he added dryly.

Deryk snorted. “Oh, tell Vlad to get over himself. If the roles were reversed, that arrogant bastard wouldn’t hesitate to take what he considers his.”

“You are right. I wouldn’t.”

Deryk gave his brother a pained glance before turning to face Vladimir Romanov, now standing in the open doorway of Deryk’s bedchamber. “Izabella is mine.” His stance was challenging.

The other man smirked. “Not yet.”

Deryk’s hands clenched at his sides. “I advise you not to do anything to try to prevent this mating, Vlad.”

The other man held his hands palms outward. “Izzi is quite capable of deciding for herself what she does or does not want.”

His expression became guarded. “Has she said she doesn’t want the mating?”

“Not yet,” Vlad repeated.

There was no way Deryk could mistake the challenge in the other dragon’s voice for anything other than what it was. “Where is she?”

“Gone.”

Deryk tensed. “Gone where?” He had assumed Izabella would have gone downstairs to be with her parents.

Vlad shrugged. “I presume back to her apartment. There is nothing she can do here—” He broke off as Deryk gave a furious roar and the talons ripped from the ends of his fingers.

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