Dirty Dragon: Breath of Air Collection (Dragons Love Curves Book 7) Read online

  Dirty Dragon

  A Dragons Love Curves Novel

  Aidy Award

  Contents

  Acknowledgments

  1. Hell's Belles

  2. You Are My Sunshine

  3. Doomed!

  4. She Will Survive

  5. Ankle-Biters

  6. Which Witch?

  7. Batter Up

  8. We’re Gonna Need A Bigger Boat

  9. Mine

  10. Foreplay

  11. More Play

  12. One Bad Trip Deserves Another

  13. Up To No Good

  14. Crazy Is As Crazy Does

  15. Dark Versus Light

  16. Revelations

  Who loves Dragons?

  Also by Aidy Award

  About the Author

  Copyright © 2019 by Aidy Award.

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Cover by Melody Simmons

  Dirty Dragon/ Aidy Award. -- 1st ed.

  ASIN B07Q85TCJ7

  Strange Magic, a Curvy Witch, and a Dirty Dragon

  Dax:

  There's something strange in this neighborhood.

  Who ya gonna call?

  Dragon Warriors!

  It will be a piece of cake to keep the Troika Wolf Pack pups and their adorably cute nanny safe from the non-existent threat.

  The Black Dragon isn't interested in wolf cubs.

  But I'm interested in sticking around to see if their nanny wants to have some fun. In my bed.

  Jules:

  Argh! The dragon warrior sent here to help me protect the pups is completely infuriating.

  He's great with the kids (which I wouldn't have expected), and I want to kiss him until I can't see straight (which is completely distracting.)

  But I keep having visions of a mysterious figure who is trying to change everyone's fate. She's very powerful and is blocking my second sight so I can't see enough to protect any of us.

  Except when I'm with the dragon - then I see a future I'm even more scared of...

  A very, very dirty future. Together.

  Get down and dirty with this dragon tonight! Grab your book now.

  This is a paranormal dragon shifter romance in the Breath of Air Collection and is a stand alone romance in the Dragons Love Curves series from bestselling author Aidy Award.

  This one is dedicated to my peeps at Colorado Romance Writers! You all are the bomb-diggity.

  and

  Bill Jackson and his puppets.

  Because…destiny.

  Acknowledgments

  Oh how I lurrrve my Amazeballs! You all are the best reader group and street team ever! Thanks for always posting hilarious stuff to our group and talking books, boys, and body positivity with me every day.

  Big sloppy kisses to Linda Dunn, Theresa Finn, and Corrine Akers for keeping us in smiles!

  I write these books for you!

  I’ve got special thanks to Crystal Albright, Jo-Anne Valcourt, and Telecia! Without you three the wolf pups would still be called Baby Girl and Baby Boy.

  Mwah!

  Super duper extra thanks to the magical new Just In Time Proofreading Team , Whose magic spells include the correction of commas, spotting of comma splices (obviously commas and I are not friends), and all-around good eyes!

  Karen ‘knows her commas’ Kline,

  Kat ‘smarty-pants’ Sarvis,

  Kim ‘killing it’ McKinney,

  Dawn ‘dangerous’ Combs,

  Nicola ‘notices it all’ Summerson,

  Jeanette ‘maniac’ Merrick,

  Mary ‘lovely lady’ Lunsford,

  Brittani ‘bring it on’ Jolley.

  Krissie ‘catches it all’ Phillips.

  Kim ‘keeping it real’ Devine,

  And Rachel ‘ridiculously awesome’ Dunlap

  Thanks for making my butt look good.

  Any remaining errors are all my fault.

  Hugs,

  --A

  Here there be dragons

  ―Really Old Maps

  Hell's Belles

  If hell ever felt like it was freezing over, this was where it went to warm back up. Dax and his little band of Dragon Warriors, correction Demon Dragon Warriors, were hunkered down somewhere deep below the Burj Al Arab hotel in Dubai. The temperature above ground was sweltering forty-five degrees Celsius. Down here at the entrance to hell it had to be twice that.

  Dax reveled in the heat. Any Red Dragon Warrior loved a good hot, sweaty battle. Almost as much as he loved a good hot, sweaty battle between the sheets with a fiery redhead. In either, he had always won.

  A flaming boulder whizzed toward them. Dax grabbed the warrior next to him and yanked him aside. It flew over their heads, nearly missing taking the two of them with it. He whistled and patted the guy's shoulder. That was a close call and the perfect cue to get this mission underway.

  "Ready to kick some ass, lads?" He looked each one of the dragons in his small band of newly deigned Demon Dragon Warriors. They nodded to him in turn. Most Reds didn't want anything to do with these brand new additions to the AllWyr. Dax liked any man or beast who had the same fire in their blood and wanted to hunt demons and the Black Dragon to extinction.

  Hatred for the bastards was seated deep in every Red Dragon Warrior's blood. Demon dragons, excuse him, demon wyrms could all suck it.

  "We were born ready." Neo, the Demon Dragons' second in command was the last to meet Dax's challenge, but only because he'd been waiting for each of his brethren to agree.

  Yeah, but they were also born yesterday, almost literally. If they weren't so enthusiastic about meeting out revenge on the King of Hell, he'd be worried they weren't ready for battle. Jett, the Demon Dragon Wyr, hadn't wanted any of them to risk their lives so soon after regaining their powers. Each and every one of them had volunteered for this mission. Dax gave Neo a salute of acknowledgment and indicated for him to present the plan.

  "The intel we've brought you will take us directly into 's hive. We'll go in here," he pointed to a crude map they'd drawn in the ash and dirt, "and you'll drive the main group straight through to the dungeon where the Golds are being held. Then we can chop the Succubus Queen into a thousand pieces and be done with her conniving."

  See, smart and blood-thirsty through and through. Dax couldn't ask for a better command. Granted he hadn't asked to be in charge in the first place. He'd been the only one Cage, the AllWyvern, had been able to get to take this mission. Bring on the fire, bitches. He'd soak it up like sun on a tropical vacation. The Demon Dragons Warriors were right there with him, itching to get their hands around the necks of the demons they were related to.

  "That's the plan, then. Everyone ready?" Dax knew they were, even if they didn't. E
very dragon was born to destroy the minions of hell, even the ones who were born here themselves. These poor bastards wanted nothing more than to prove themselves in battle. They were going to get their chance tonight.

  Dax gripped his sword and the others followed suit. Just in time, too, because the next wave of demon dragon wyrms poured in along with a barrage of fireballs. This was going to be fun.

  His time hanging out with the Troika Wolf pack in America hadn't been wasted. Well, not all of it. There was that week when he and the strawberry blonde had whiled away the hours holed up in her cabin, naked. Good times, good times. Dax gripped his sword with both hands like a baseball bat. He pulled the hilt back all the way to his shoulder and then swung with all he was worth, keeping his eye directly on the fireball coming right for him. He connected straight on with his target and sent it hurtling back toward the oncoming horde with a little extra of his own fire to give it a bit of oomph. It hit the demon wyrm bastard right in the middle of the chest and it disintegrated into a pile of black oily goo and ash.

  The demon dragons behind him watched and learned, turning the inner pits of hell into a fiery batting cage. He oughta start a team. Raw, raw, sis-boom-bah. Go Dragons.

  It took them only minutes and a modicum of effort to destroy the first attack wave. It was if the forces of hell weren't even trying. The Demon Dragon Warriors hadn't batted an eye at taking out that horde. "I call that a home run. Now let's get those Golds and get them the hell out of hell."

  Dax and Neo took point moving through the tunnels of stone and sand under the earth. He had to give it to these warriors. They knew how to move with some serious stealth. One minute they were behind him and the next they popped up in a shadow a few feet ahead to slash the head off a demon wyrm, or run one through before it even knew it was under attack.

  Neo popped out of sight, took out a wrym above their heads, and then reappeared right in Dax's own shadow. Dax jumped about a foot and Neo laughed at him.

  "Shit, you scared the Cheez Whiz out of me, you bastard. Don't be jumping in and out of my shadow, unless you're going to teach me how to do it too."

  Neo grinned, which looked super weird and creepy on his normally angry face. "Us newbies gotta have some secrets to ourselves, Red. What is Cheez Whiz?"

  "Only the greatest gift in all of snackdom. I'll buy you a bottle when we get back." Somebody had to teach these schmoes the finer points of the shitty human diet. No more blood and guts for their dinner. Unless steak counted. Mmm. Steak. Fine, Cheez Whiz and Ritz for an appetizer and then a steak dinner to celebrate their victory.

  "Incoming." One of the warriors shouted from a few meters ahead and he wasn't kidding. The barrage of fireballs from a few minutes ago was nothing compared to the brimstone raining down onto their position now. Not to mention the avalanche of sand and lava - make that glass shards and lava.

  "Steady, warriors, steady. You know what to do. On my mark." Dax had expected resistance but these buggers wouldn't know what hit them when they saw the Demon Dragon Warriors transform into their dragon forms. It was going to be epic. Like “Game of Thrones” season seven episode four epic.

  The first fireballs hit, but either smacked into the floor and walls or returned by the warriors. The river of lava crept closer and heat rose another billion degrees. Demons wyrms hopped around, flapping their useless little wings and squawking like the vultures they were. Three broke off from the main horde and aimed straight for the ready warriors.

  "Now?" Someone down the line asked.

  "Hold." They could not lose the element of surprise. The charging demons were almost close enough that he could smell their putrid rotten breath. Perfect. Dax counted down. "Three, two--"

  He let the wave of hot magic he held in his soul wash over him and his dragon form burst forth. He lifted into the air and shouted into the warriors minds with his dragonvoice - One. Go, go, go.

  The warriors shifted and one by one spread their wings, lifting up the ceiling of the small cavern. As one unit, Dax and the Demon Dragons opened their jaws and blew out streams of burning hot fire. The wyrms below flapped their wings trying to slow their forward momentum only to be toppled by the horde behind them. They charged head-first into the wall of deadly flames, frying in a second and disappearing into piles of ash.

  Fuck, yeah. That ought to show any Red Warriors that the Demon Dragons were on the side of right. Dax flew in a wide circle, spewing fire down on any remaining stragglers that had escaped the onslaught. He brushed against something on the ceiling that was not natural. Rocks in this dry heat did not feel stringy or slimy. What the shit was up there?

  Dax, look out!

  Neo's words burst into his head and Dax took immediate evasive maneuvers. Whatever was on the ceiling was dropping down on top of them. Two of the nearest warriors to him were already caught in the net or web-like stuff.

  "You dragons are so damn predictable." A male voice came from below and Dax caught a glimpse of a pale dude dressed in the worst version of a vampire costume he'd ever seen. Vampdickhead waved his arms and a succubus walked in, followed by about a dozen of her sisters, all escorted by an incubus of their own. The lot of them turned their lust magic on full blast.

  Dax's body responded faster than if he'd been watching Triple X Red Heads on Pornhub. He lost his dragon form and crashed to the ground, landing flat on his face. At least he hadn't landed on his killer erection. He had his priorities to, uh, keep straight. Even in battle. His family jewels were safe, but the rest of his body was not, nor were the demon dragons. The gooey web on the ceiling fell onto them ensnaring the entire unit of warriors. Some were still in dragon form and used their fire to burn the nets, but the goo must be some sort of magical protection. The nets didn't even singe much less burn away.

  "Neo, I'm pinned down. Can you cut your way out?" Dax grunted with the effort of trying to roll onto his back and release a talon to shear a hole in the net. All the while, his body was on fire from the inside out with the force of the lust magic pouring through him. The second they got out of this mess he was finding a warm willing redhead to share his bed all night long.

  "What the fuck is this stuff? I cut it and it grows right back together again." Neo's frustration was echoed by the other demon dragons fighting to get free.

  "Well, well, well. I didn't expect to see a red-faced fool leading these demon bastards." The haughty voice of the succubus could be none other than their queen.

  "I'd rather lead them than be shacking up with their dear old dad, like you, ."

  "I don't serve any dragon, black, red, blue, green, or even gold. Your AllWyvern knows that better than anyone. Didn't he tell you? The Gold Dragons serve me now."

  "The hell they do." The dragon warriors served only their Wyvern and their mates. Not that Dax knew schmack about having a mate. Red Dragons hadn't figured out how to find theirs yet. "You might as well give yourself up now. We've got your number and Cage will be calling any second now."

  "I don't think so. Because if he were to attack me, he'd only be hurting his precious dragons. Allow me to demonstrate." waved her hand and a line of Gold Dragon Warriors in their human form were led in. They had chains around their necks, dripping with the same goo as the nets and each were being wrangled by a succubus. Dax shivered, even with the heat of hell bearing down on him.

  The warriors’ eyes were blank, and scratches made by fingernails, streaked their arms, backs, and even their faces. They shuffled with the weight of more chains around their ankles. The chains dripped with the goo, and something else. They were spelled with a very dark shining magic. These once proud warriors were indeed slaves.

  Dax struggled to get free of the net again. "Cage is so going to fucking kill you in the face."

  "Oh, yes. I'm sure. That's why he was too much of a coward to come himself and had to send a little whelp like you." She turned her back on Dax, not worrying about him in the least. "You'll each have to double up, which will be a hardship for you, I'm sure. You may choo
se your new warrior slave in order of rank. But leave these two for me."

  She pointed to Dax and Neo. Fuck that. None of them were going to be turned into mindless fools. Dax would cut off his own dick before bowing to the likes of this evil bitch. He growled and called his dragon back up. Lust magic or not, these succubae were going down.

  looked down at Dax and licked her lips. "You're going to be a fun one. I can't wait to have you under me, begging for my bite." She hit him with a new round of her lure that made his head go fuzzy. His dick couldn't get any harder, but his balls drew up as if he was about to come like an untried teenager.

  "Not. On. Your. Worthless. Life. Honey." He threw the cutesy nickname in there just so she knew that she might have him by the balls, but she didn't have his mind.

  "You'll see." Another wave of her lust magic poured through him. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. Red Dragon Warriors didn't sweat. He blinked and gritted his teeth hard, fighting the lure of her power. "Feel that, whelp? We can do this the painful way or the pleasurable; it's entirely up to you. Well, not entirely. I do enjoy a bit of sadism with my tasty treats."

  "Fuck." He breathed hard and forced the words to come out of his mouth. "You."

  "Soon, pet. Soon." motioned toward the nearest succubus to come forward. The demon woman chose one of the Demon Dragon Warriors and made her slave pick the guy up off the floor and toss him over his shoulder. She clipped a spelled chain around the neck of the struggling warrior and he stilled, his eyes going blank as the Gold’s eyes. Then they retreated into the nearest tunnel and into the blackness.