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  BEWITCHING THE DRAGON

  Taming the Dragon Book 4

  by Tami Lund

  Another book in the Bad Alpha Dads series

  Bestselling and Award Winning Paranormal Romance authors are bringing you the baddest of the bad ALPHA dads. Keyword: bad. So sexy, you’ll want to teach them to be good. These shifter dads need all the help they can get, and we want to give it to them.

  Check out our website www.BadAlphaDads.com for the release schedule and more about our fabulous authors.

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  Editor: Julie Sturgeon

  Copyright: 2019 by Tami Lund

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  Bewitching the Dragon

  Taming the Dragon #4

  Becca Jorges has no freaking clue she isn't human.

  But Rahu Volos does.

  He knows all about her supernatural side.

  And he's sworn to secrecy,

  which isn't good for their budding relationship.

  It's also not good for the entire world.

  Because Becca is the only one who can save it.

  Taming the Dragon series:

  Dragon his Heels

  Hungry like a Dragon

  Dragon in Denial

  Bewitching the Dragon

  Chapter One

  Rahu Volos was a dragon on a mission.

  Yeah, that sounded way tougher than it really was. Because his mission? Find a cool bar, try some craft beer local to New Orleans, and if all the stars aligned and all the gods—for the first time in history—actually agreed on something, maybe he’d actually get lucky.

  He honestly didn’t expect the last part to happen, but he was nothing if not eternally hopeful.

  As he wandered down Royal Street, he spotted the words Carousel Bar on the outside of a building and paused to get a better look. A glance through the floor-to-ceiling windows showed him a bar that legit looked like an old-fashioned spinning ride from an amusement park, except there were bartenders on the inside serving patrons perched on high-backed stools instead of fake horses. There were bright, flashing lights and gilded jesters’ faces carved into the wood, and the whole thing was slowly making a 360-degree circuit. And, based on the guy in a black T-shirt and denim shorts setting up sound equipment in the corner, it looked like there was a live band tonight.

  He’d found the cool bar.

  After waiting in a line comprised entirely of humans, except him, of course, and passing the burly bouncer’s inspection, Rahu headed toward the bar. Beyond that focal point was a room done in dark woods and leather furniture, softly lit by lamps perched on tables and chandeliers dripping from the ceiling. Intimate seating areas were situated everywhere; the guy Rahu saw earlier appeared to be almost done setting up band equipment in a small, open-space corner.

  Rahu slid onto a barstool next to a hot blonde with a dark complexion, who was obviously there with the woman on her right, an equally hot woman with skin a few shades darker and braids that hung to her ass.

  He blatantly eavesdropped while he waited to order a drink, enjoying their sexy, New Orleans accents. His best friend, Ketu, was from the Big Easy, and was, in fact, the reason Rahu was currently visiting, but Ketu didn’t have quite as thick an accent as these two ladies. Of course, Ketu had spent ten years living in the Midwest before moving back here only six months ago, so that would make sense.

  “Girl, congratulations,” the woman with the braids said before giving her friend a one-armed hug. “I’m so excited for you. It’s about time you finally finished school and got a real job.”

  “Hey, working at my aunt’s store is a real job,” the blonde replied as she flipped a curl out of her face.

  “You know what I mean. You now have an elementary education degree. You are officially overqualified to work at a children’s clothing store. You need to be out there, shaping young minds, preparing them for the rest of their lives.”

  The blonde laughed. Rahu liked the sound of her laughter. So did his dragon, apparently, if the way he was bouncing around like a toddler hyped up on cotton candy was any indication.

  “You make it sound far more glamorous than I’m sure it will be,” the recent college graduate said.

  “Hey, at least now you can move out of your aunt’s house,” the friend replied.

  The blonde’s shoulders slumped. “First, I have to actually tell Aunt Pacey. And you know how she is. She’s probably going to try to talk me out of getting my own place. I swear, she’s more overprotective than most people’s parents.”

  “That’s because she’s your surrogate parent, and the way she took on that role was pretty messed up. You were pretty messed up when it happened.”

  Aunt Pacey? Rahu knew a woman named Pacey, and she lived here in New Orleans. She owned a children’s clothing store.

  And Rahu knew her niece, Rebecca, too. Well, sort of. He’d met her, once, about nine months ago, but she’d been unconscious at the time, and all he had gotten to do was watch as a scary-looking gargoyle protector had carried her away to the safety of her aunt’s house.

  At the time, Rahu had thought it odd that a gargoyle was so protective of a human woman, until he’d learned that Rebecca had been babysitting his friends, Petra and Noah’s baby when a couple of Rojo dragons had knocked her out and kidnapped Sadie.

  Once everybody was safe, Rahu had asked after the beautiful human woman, but Petra confirmed that Rebecca had no idea she had been babysitting a dragon’s spawn. And then he had gone back to Detroit and life had carried on, and he’d not thought about her again.

  Much.

  Was it possible Rebecca was now sitting next to him at the bar at a club on a Friday night in mid-June? What were the odds?

  “Excuse me,” he said, tapping on the wood bar top next to her hand.

  She twisted on her stool and looked up at him with wideset, blue eyes. If he thought the view from the side was nice, the view from the front was…wow.

  She wore a spaghetti strap dress that showed off a lot of bronze skin, including some seriously long legs. Her feet were wrapped in high-heeled sandals that made Rahu suspect he may have suddenly developed a shoe fetish. But then his gaze traveled back up her body and no, it wasn’t just a shoe fetish.

  She was the hottest human woman he’d ever come across in his life.

  “Uh…” Although his dragon was urging him to lean toward her, be so bold as to slide his arm around her shoulders even though she had no idea who he was and would probably scream or taser him or call over that huge bouncer sitting by the door, Rahu leaned back. The action caused him to damn near fall off his stool, and Rebecca—yep, it was definitely her—reached out and grabbed his arm like she meant to steady him.

  A jolt of electricity shot through his limb.

  She jerked her hand away.

  “Sorry,” she said, like she’d done something wrong, but he was too busy still staring at the place on his arm where her skin had come into co
ntact with his.

  “Holy shit, you aren’t…” Human. She wasn’t human. Humans didn’t make magic flare like that. Humans didn’t even know magic existed.

  Rebecca gave him an uncertain smile. “I’m not what?”

  Rahu glanced at her friend, who was peering over her shoulder, studying him. She definitely looked human, but then again, so did Rebecca. Not that most supernatural creatures, to the naked eye, didn’t look human; it was just…there was something about them, some sort of aura they let off, that told others what they were.

  Except Rebecca didn’t have that aura. Yet that zap of electricity was definitely otherworldly.

  He reached out and brushed his fingers along the skin of her arm. This time he could actually see tiny sparks trail in the wake of his touch.

  “Holy gods, what are you?”

  She laughed nervously while glancing over her shoulder at her friend. “Um, just a girl, sitting at a bar, waiting for the band to start playing. What are you?”

  “That’s it?” He canted his head, trying to figure out if she was being coy for her friend’s sake, or if… “Wait. You don’t know.”

  How was that possible? How was a supernatural being even born without realizing what they were?

  But he recalled last fall, Petra had told him Rebecca didn’t know the baby she’d been taking care of was a dragon. And she sure looked plenty confused right now. Plus, if she knew what she was, she’d know he was a dragon, wouldn’t she?

  “Have you ever heard of dragons?” he asked, watching closely for signs of recognition.

  “Is that another band?”

  “Huh?”

  She waved at the makeshift stage set up in front of the windows overlooking Royal Street. “The band tonight is called Warlocks of War.”

  “Catchy,” he muttered.

  “They’re really good,” her friend said, and then she thrust her arm over Rebecca’s shoulder. “I’m Charlotte.”

  He shook her hand. Nothing. No sparks, no electricity. Just a firm grip. Charlotte was 100 percent human.

  “And this is Becca,” she added.

  “Becca,” he repeated, turning his focus to the most definitely not-human blonde who, now that he was really paying attention, he could suddenly tell was something.

  What the hell? That aura had definitely not been there five minutes ago. Not until she’d grabbed his arm.

  “And you are…?” Charlotte prompted.

  “Rahu Volos,” he said automatically.

  “Cool name,” Becca said. “Does it have a special meaning?”

  Was she kidding? “Rahu means head of the dragon.”

  She smiled, but it wasn’t a sly, I know what you are smile. It was more of a, Oh, that’s really cool smile.

  “You really don’t know?” he asked, staring at her.

  “Know what?”

  “How utterly strange it is you’d be hanging out with a dragon,” a male voice said, butting into their conversation.

  Rahu whipped his head to the side to stare at…the lead singer from the 90s rock band, Cinderella?

  What the ever-loving hell?

  The guy stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, pin-straight, dark hair trailing down his back almost to his butt; scarves and thick, silver chains hanging around his neck; tight, shredded jeans more or less covering the lower half of his body.

  Becca gasped. Charlotte sighed.

  Rahu turned his focus to the two of them. His face probably looked incredulous, which was okay, because that’s how he felt.

  “He’s a freaking warlock,” he spat, disgusted by the way they were practically drooling.

  Rahu had never encountered a warlock in person until now, but he’d taken enough history classes in dragon school to know that they’d damn near decimated the witch population some several hundred years ago.

  The supernatural world was much like the human world; when one species went extinct, it affected the symmetry of the entire population. Chaos would have ensued if the warlocks had been successful, and eventually, their entire world could have collapsed. Humans were by far the weakest species of all, yet they very well could have been the only ones left when the dust settled. Or, who knew? Maybe the warlocks would have set about destroying them, too.

  “Wait a minute—what the hell are you doing here?” Rahu demanded.

  The warlock lifted one shoulder and waved his arm to encompass the entirety of the bar. “Why, entertaining my fan base, of course.”

  Rahu glanced around and swore. With little exception, the entirety of the occupants of this place were all focused on them. Well, specifically on the warlock. Who, if he had to make an educated guess, was part of the band.

  Warlocks of War. Of course. No humans—and apparently a dragon—would have guessed the name of the band described the beings who were in it.

  “Oh, and I’m here to destroy the Daughter of Light,” the warlock said and pointed at Becca.

  Chapter Two

  “Time to go,” Rahu said, leaping off his barstool and grabbing Becca’s hand, clearly intending to take here wherever he was headed. That weird, and admittedly hot, sizzle that had occurred the first time they touched happened again. Talk about some crazy physical attraction.

  “What? No,” she protested. The lead singer of the Warlocks of War was standing not three feet away, for God’s sake, and he seemed to be interested in her.

  Holy crap!

  “Well, hello, sunshine.”

  Yep, he was totally interested. And damn, was he ever hot. Rahu was, too, but in a totally different way. This guy was the bad boy, the one most women had a deep-seated urge to tame even though he probably couldn’t be tamed and likely didn’t want to be tamed. That hardly mattered. It was the thrill of the ride, right?

  Becca hadn’t experienced very many thrilling rides. Not in her practically boring to the point of tears life before her parents died, and definitely not since her eighteenth birthday, which was when they’d both been killed and Aunt Pacey had taken her in and helped her through her grief.

  Rahu stepped in front of her like some overprotective boyfriend. What the hell? They’d only known each other less than an hour. They hadn’t even kissed yet. And frankly, if he was this jealous and they barely knew each other, she wasn’t interested in pursuing a kiss, or anything at all, no matter how much her skin tingled when he touched her.

  The singer cocked his head, his attention focused on Rahu. “How strange that she has a dragon protector,” he said after a few seconds. “If anything, I would have expected a gargoyle. No matter.”

  And then he backhanded Rahu, who was lifted off his feet and went flying across the room, and since his hand was still firmly locked around her forearm, Becca went hurtling after him.

  They crashed into a wall of bodies that quickly parted, and then they landed on the dirty, wooden floor, limbs entangled, Becca’s skirt flipped into a far-too-immodest position. Pushing off of Rahu’s chest, she twisted so that she was sitting on her butt and tugged her skirt back into place, covering her pink panties. Thank God she hadn’t chosen to wear a thong today.

  Rahu leapt to his feet and charged at the singer, catching him with a shoulder to the gut, propelling them both several feet until the singer hit one of the stools at the rotating bar, stumbled, and fell sideways. He righted himself and straightened his scarves. “You are weak for a dragon.”

  What the hell was he talking about? Was Rahu in some sort of gang? If that was the case, Becca was cutting her losses and taking off now. Well, just as soon as she could grab Charlotte and get the hell out of here. Potentially great live band or not, this wasn’t her scene.

  Rahu growled, a seriously animalistic noise, and tackled the singer again. The two of them collapsed to the floor, fists and insults flying.

  “Forget this,” Becca said. “I’m out of here.” She turned toward the entrance and bumped into a wall. Well, not a wall, precisely. More like a wide expanse of chest covered with a tight T-shirt and chu
nky silver chains. She lifted her gaze to look into the face of one of the other band members.

  Wait, were his eyes glowing?

  She blinked.

  Yep. Glowing.

  Damn, those were some seriously cool stage effects. She didn’t know you could buy contacts that could do that.

  “Excuse me,” she said, pointing around his thick bicep. “I, um, I was planning to leave.”

  “No,” he said, and grabbed her arm. Light flared, a pure, blinding white light, and then the guy was thrown away from her, smashing into the wall across from where Rahu and the singer were still tussling.

  Rahu paused to look at the guy who left a man-sized hole in the plaster, and his wrestling partner took the opportunity to slug him in the mouth. Rahu punched him back and then scrambled away, toward Becca.

  “I need to get you out of here,” he said. “Is there another entrance? A back way out?”

  “I-I don’t know,” she stuttered, watching the two band mates struggle to regain their feet. “Probably through the kitchen, I assume.”

  “Let’s go.” He wiped blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and reached for her.

  “Look, I don’t think it’s a good idea to go anywhere with you,” she said, backing away from him. “You seemed like a nice guy initially, but this is a little too weird for me. The whole jealousy thing just because the members of the band happen to be hot is a big turnoff. Especially so soon after we’ve met.”

  “You think they’re hot?” Rahu asked, his lips twisted into a scowl.

  “Sure,” a masculine voice said from behind Becca. “Lots of women do. Although I’ve never heard of a daughter of light being attracted to a warlock before.”

  A what? Before Becca could ask out loud, someone grabbed her arms. That white light flared again, except this time it was accompanied by a red light and so much pain she screamed as she squeezed her eyes shut against the swell of tears while her knees buckled.