I'm Not A Dragon's Mate!

by Sandra R Neeley

  Contents

  Cover Credit

  I'm Not A Dragon's Mate

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  From the Author

  About the Author

  I’m Not A Dragon’s Mate!

  Sandra R Neeley

  Cover designed by: Cindy Falk

  Southern Graphics and Print

  southerngraphicsandprint@gmail.com

  For my Mother, Melba Segura.

  Without your influence I wouldn’t be who I am today.

  Thank you, Mom.

  I’m Not A Dragon’s Mate!

  (Avaleigh’s Boys, Book 1)

  Copyright © 2016 by Sandra R Neeley

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the authors imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persona's, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  About This Book

  In the backroads and bayous of Louisiana lives a clan of mix-matched shifters. Their Alpha, Kincaid, has been kidnapped by a ruthless Dragon who thrives on torture and pain. Kaid struggles to survive against all odds. Unable to contact his clan, and weak and unable to shift from his Bear, he has given up almost all hope.

  One night a human female is brought to the Dragon’s compound against her will. Avaleigh has been chosen to be the Dragon’s Mate. She is tortured to the brink of insanity, easily overpowered by the Dragon. Gradually she realizes that she has no chance of freedom. But will she be strong enough to save Kaid’s Bear? And if she does, will he be able to leave her there?

  Sitting alone in a smoke-filled bar room, another Dragon waits. Stuck in this place, for no reason other than his Dragon refuses to leave here, Daniel GreyStorm watches the patrons come and go. Frustration keeps him company as he waits, wondering what fascination this Louisiana backroads bar holds for his Dragon. He has no idea he is on a collision course with Fate.

  This book is the first in a new series, Avaleigh’s Boys, about a group of shifters who make their home in the backwoods and bayous of South Louisiana. Their clan consists of a mix-matched group of five shifters who depend on one another and are loyal to no end. These are their stories.

  Warning: Intended for mature audiences. These stories contain hot bear, dragon, wolf and lion shifters. They like to cuss, fight and love their women. This book contains explicit love scenes, lots of use of the “F” word (among others), and some abuse by evil shifters. If you are offended by these subjects, please do not buy this book.

  Chapter 1

  Bear sat up at the sound of the car coming up the drive. He couldn't see it, but he could hear it quickly making its way up the last bit of the driveway on the other side of the house. Almost as quickly as it came into sight, it jerked to a stop with its front tires actually skidding past the end of the drive and landing in the grass. The driver’s side door was thrown open and quickly slammed shut. The driver quickly rounded the sedan and ripped open the passenger side door. He reached in and pulled a semi-conscious female out of the car. Fighting him, she reached up, screaming, and tried to fend him off. He punched her hard in the face and head several times. She screamed and went down, clearly now completely unconscious. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her across the driveway and into the house.

  Bear roared in outrage at the treatment of the female, repeatedly throwing himself against the bars of his enclosure, trying in vain to gain his freedom so that he could defend her. The bars that kept him in were something he’d never personally encountered. They pulsed as though they contained more than just an electrical current. They were treated with Dragon’s Fire, or some kind of magic. They had to be — it was the only thing he could think of that could contain him the way they had. He couldn’t shift. This enclosure had the power to keep him from shifting. He had tried again and again to call to his human self, but it never worked. His Bear remained in control of his body. He could tell that Bear wanted to climb back in and allow the man to free them from this cage, but it just didn't happen. He was trapped. He couldn't even contact his clan. He had tried desperately to call to them, but there was never any answer. He couldn't even feel them in his mind anymore, and after so long without contact from him, he figured they thought him dead. It was the only reason they wouldn't have come for him by now. He looked at the bars again and in a rage slammed himself against them. White hot searing pain shot through his body, singeing his fur where it met the bars. His entire body went rigid with the pain, muscles clenching and rippling with the pain shooting through his body. Darkness enveloped him as his massive body slammed into the cement floor of the enclosure he was imprisoned in.

  Avaleigh awoke alone in total darkness. She took stock of her body and immediately felt the pain radiating from her face. Her right eye was swollen shut, and her cheekbone was sore and hurt when she reached her hand up to touch it. Her scalp was even sore and burned at her touch. Her breasts ached and her back throbbed just above her right shoulder blade. Her pussy burned as though the flesh inside her was consumed in flames. She clenched to try to ease the pain, and something sticky trickled out of her. She reached a hand down and felt more sticky liquid on her thigh, and she knew she’d been raped. The panic momentarily tried to set in, but she refused to allow it. It wasn't going to change anything that had already happened, and she needed to focus on getting out of wherever she was now. She let out a ragged moan and tried to look around herself. Her entire body was sore, but nothing seemed broken. She slowly tried to sit up, bracing herself as the spinning started when she changed her position. She tried to move her legs under her, so she could try to get up,and the clanging made her heart drop. Oh, fuck, no, no, no, no, no, she thought, Please no. But as she moved her hand down her right leg, her naked right leg, she found it. She was shackled, chained to the wall. Her fingers wrapped around it as she tried to pry it off her leg to no avail. Then she grabbed the chain and leaned all her weight against it. It didn't move. She was trapped. She swallowed a sob as it escaped her throat. Falling apart wasn't gonna solve anything — she needed to try to find out as much as she could about where she was. Maybe there was a way out that she just needed to discover. Very carefully she started moving about as quietly as she could, feeling her way because she couldn't see anything in the total darkness. From the feel of it, the floor and the walls were either cement or stone of some type. They were cold and damp. She guessed that she could only move about six feet from the wall she was chained to, and she couldn't feel the opposite wall, so the room had to be bigger than six feet across. There didn't seem to be any doors or windows that
she could feel. Her head was pounding, and her face hurt. Her back and ass hurt, too. She reached a hand back and felt scabs there. The one on her lower back was pretty bad and seemed to be oozing a little. She brought her hand to her nose and sniffed. Smelled metallic, it must be blood. Her stomach clenched, and she rushed on hands and knees as far as the length of chain would allow her to empty the contents of her stomach as far away as possible from the spot she was chained to. She stayed there for a few minutes dry heaving while she tried to gain a little composure. Once she thought she was done throwing up, she moved back to her place against the wall, in the corner, wrapped her arms around herself and allowed the tears to come until she fell into a restless sleep.

  The sound of a door scraping across the concrete floor woke Avaleigh from sleep. The bright light behind the man in the doorway blinded her as she fought to make out his features. The man stood there and just looked at her for long minutes before speaking. “I see you’ve finally awoken. You will do well to learn that you will not be leaving here. You are mine. You will eat when I say you may, you will sleep when I say you may, you will shower if I say you may, and you will live only if I say you may. Am I perfectly clear, female?” She did not answer him. Her situation truly hitting home now, her breathing increased, her fear spiking, and her… anger off the charts that this asshole, whoever the fuck he thought he was, honestly believed that she would accept any of the things he just said to her. Well, what do you know, she thought, I have a backbone, she grinned to herself. “You will answer when I speak to you, female,” he told her with a little more force. She raised her head to stare at the shape that was his head and looked at where she thought his eyes would be — she still couldn't make out his features because of the bright light behind him and the darkness of her cell. She just stared defiantly at him with her one good eye. “Answer me!” he bellowed as he advanced on her. She watched until he stopped right in front of her, “Fuck you, asshole,” she calmly told him as she smiled at him. He snarled as his foot connected with her head, sending her into unconsciousness again.

  The next time she woke there was a plastic water bottle sitting on the floor next to her. She’d been in the dark for so long now that she could see a little better than before. She could at least make out the shapes of things close to her. She again took stock of her body, and she was still sore. Maybe even a little more in some places. Her head pounded and she was nauseated. Probably a concussion, she thought. She sat up slowly, trying to look around to determine if she was alone. She seemed to be — there were no other sounds. She propped herself up in her corner and reached for the bottle. She squirted a little on her hand and sniffed it. It smelled a little bitter, but seemed like water. Yeah, like I’m gonna drink this shit, she thought to herself. She put the bottle back down in front of her and rested her head against the wall. The door opened, and she steeled herself, expecting the asshole to enter again. But this time the man was shorter and fat, she thought so anyway from the outline of him in the light.

  “You should drink that. It will help with the pain,” he said in a nasally voice.

  She just looked at him.

  He got no response, so he continued on, “I’m Slatterly. I work for Lurin. I saw you were awake, so I came to check on you and make sure you drink that tea.”

  “Who is Lurin?” she asked the smelly little man.

  “Lurin is the male that was here earlier. He’s not so bad if you do what you’re supposed to do.”

  “I’m not supposed to be here, let me go.”

  He just snickered at her, shaking his head back and forth as though he couldn't believe that she even thought that was a possibility. “You ain't going nowhere. You belong to Lurin now. Best get it through your head before fighting it gets your head removed. Drink the tea; it will make you feel better and help you heal. Or not, your choice. You can just sit here and suffer if you want to.” With that he left the cell and closed and locked the door behind him.

  She sat and looked at the bottle in front of her for a few minutes. She had learned a few things from the smelly little guy. She knew the name of the psycho that had her chained to the wall, she learned that he had a helper and she knew his name, too, and she learned that there was a camera somewhere in the cell they kept her in. How else would the little man know that she was awake if they hadn't seen her moving around? She regarded the bottle in front of her again. She needed food, she needed water and it really didn't make sense that they would drug her. They already had her, she reasoned, there was no need. She was hurting like a sonofabitch, and the stinky little guy said it would make her feel better. She reached for the bottle and squirted a little onto her hand. She brought her hand to her face and touched her tongue to it. Hmm, tastes like an unsweetened tea with a little edge of iron to it. Maybe the iron was added to replace some of the blood she’d lost and help her heal. She sipped a little straight from the bottle and waited a little while. She didn't feel any more dizzy than she was already. She didn't feel the need to pass out and sleep. She decided she was right, and they didn't need to drug her because they already had her, and she would need her strength to get away when she got the chance. So she took the bottle in hand and sat back against the wall. She sipped the tea until it was gone, then, she allowed herself to slip back into sleep.

  The feeling of being wrapped up tight brought Avaleigh awake in an instant. She tried to move and found that the weight on top of her prevented her from any type of movement, almost from even breathing. Then she felt a warm breath on her throat just before a set of fangs pierced her neck. The body on top of her held her still with his weight and his fangs in her neck as he tried to force his way inside her. The pain of his bite was immeasurable, and she couldn't help the whimpers that escaped her. Her hands were being held down at her sides by whatever was wrapped around her body. Still she struggled, and the more she struggled, the harder his cock became. He was moaning and hissing louder and louder as her distress grew. Something wrapped around her throat above where he bit her, and she was sure that she would pass out from lack of oxygen or pain just before she felt him finally force his way inside. She felt him begin to thrust short little jerky movements, and she managed to turn away from whatever was covering her mouth enough to scream with the pain. When he pulled back to be able to sink into her more deeply, she was able to get a better look at him, and she almost died of terror. He was a human, but half-changed with features of a snake, a huge fucking snake, and that was what had her wrapped up, preventing her from moving or breathing. And this huge fucking snake thing was raping her, again. She started screaming and doing anything she could to try to gain a little leverage. The more she struggled, the more pleasure he experienced, and when her struggling became too distracting from his pleasure, he just squeezed a little harder until she passed out. He took his time taking his pleasure from her body. He filled her with his seed and stayed embedded inside her until he was sure that it had taken, releasing his hold just enough to insure that his new plaything wouldn't die. He hadn't planned on keeping her around for more than a week or two, but then he found how much pleasure she gave him with her pitiful little whimpers and her determination to fight him. When he’d found out how strong she was, how courageous, he’d decided that he needed a new breeder. And this one just might be strong enough to live long enough to deliver his children. So he’d had her moved to his home from the holding cells in the basement and chained her to the bed. Now he’d bred her, and she was going to be a good mother to his younglings, whether she liked it or not.

  Bear heard the screams of the female. He shot upright in his enclosure and strained to hear anything else that would indicate where in the house she was and what was being done to her. She screamed again, this one fully terrified, and followed over and over again with additional screams. Then just as suddenly as they started, they stopped. He had thought that they’d killed her on the night they brought her into the house because he hadn't heard or seen anything of her since then. And he’d beaten him
self up over it for the last few days because he wasn't able to help her. When he’d first heard her scream only moments ago, he was thankful that she was still alive, but now, now he wasn't so sure. The sounds of those last screams were pure terror, and he hoped that whatever she was enduring wouldn't break her sanity. That she’d be able to endure and survive. He stood that way, facing the house until Slatterly came out to feed him. Fucking Beaver. Yes, Slatterly was a fucking Beaver shifter if you can believe that. He hadn't even known that Beaver shifters existed until he’d woken up here in this cage. Gonna eat that Beaver one day, Bear said inside his head as he snarled loud and long at the smelly, scruffy little male that came steadily toward his cage, cocky and full of confidence, since he was able to lord it over a caged, helpless Bear. Yup, we are gonna eat him and not in a good way, Kaid agreed, we are gonna kill that little fucker first chance we get. It had been almost 4 days since they’d fed him or given him water, and he was truly feeling weak from the lack of food. He was weak and growing weaker by the day. When they did feed him, they gave him rotten food, or it was so tainted with Gods knew what that he hadn't eaten it. But he was getting desperate. He needed to live and to do that he needed to eat. He would just have to choke down whatever it was that Slatterly brought to him this day. Slatterly approached the cage, chewing on a turkey leg in one hand, holding a metal dish in the other. The flies buzzing around whatever was in the bowl told him what condition the food was in. He stopped just short of the cage and grinned at Bear. “Here you go, you stupid Bear. Gotta eat something or you might not live to see another day.” He turned the bowl sideways and tossed it through the bars toward Bear. He stood back and watched the Bear nose the food around looking for something that he’d be able to eat. Slatterly took another bite of the roasted turkey leg and moaned, “Damn! This is the best damn turkey I ever ate. Nice and juicy.” He grinned at Bear through a mouthful of meat as he tossed the turkey leg behind him to land discarded in the grass. “Oh, would you look at that? We forgot to give you water.” He went around behind the enclosure and turned on a water hose. He dragged it around to the front of the cage and turned it on full blast. As he soaked Bear, the food, and the entire enclosure in water, paying special attention to be sure he hit the electric bars, he reached over to the controls for the bars and kicked up the electric enforcement by about 10 amps. The whole damned enclosure became electrified. Bear’s entire body seized as he was electrocuted. His roaring so intense that Slatterly used the hand not holding the hose to continually douse Bear with water to cover one of his ears, and he hunched his shoulder to try to muffle the other one. After what felt like 10 minutes, but was in truth only about 30 seconds, Slatterly aimed the water away from the enclosure and turned the amps back down on the electric security of the bars. Bear stopped seizing and dropped to the concrete unconscious. Slatterly replaced the hose and walked back into the house smiling and whistling a tune.