Roar

By H.C. Brown

After searching for many years, Hawke finds the mate of his dreams. She is a warrior princess and a will make a fine match for the general of King Blaise’s army, but instead of falling into his arms like most females, she spits on him, and runs for her life.

However, once the bond between mates is created, it can never be denied, and Hawke is not known for giving up easily.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: Jan 4, 2017
• ISBN: 9781910397480

H.C. Brown

H.C. Brown is a multi-published, multi-genre, bestselling, award-winning author.In 2016, she was delighted to be named Luminosity Publishing’s Bestselling Author of 2015.In 2015, she was delighted to be named Luminosity Publishing’s Bestselling Author of 2014.In 2015, Highlander in the Mist was placed 3rd in Historical and Rock ‘n’ Leather was placed 3rd GLBT in the Easychair Bookshop Competition.In 2015, Highlander in The Mist was nominated in The Romance Reviews 2015 Readers’ Awards.In 2011, she was delighted to receive nominations in three categories in the 2011 CAPA Awards: Favorite Author, Best GLBT Romance, and Best Science Fiction Romance.She was nominated for Best Historical M/M in the 2013, Goodreads Book of Year Awards.H.C writes about strong alpha male heroes and girl next door heroines in complex settings, and all her stories have happy endings.H.C. welcomes feedback from her readers.

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ROAR

Pride Brothers 4

H.C. Brown

After searching for many years, Hawke finds the mate of his dreams. She is a warrior princess and a will make a fine match for the general of King Blaise’s army, but instead of falling into his arms like most females, she spits on him, and runs for her life.

However, once the bond between mates is created, it can never be denied, and Hawke is not known for giving up easily.

ROAR

Pride Brothers 4

H.C. Brown

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ROAR

Pride Brothers 4

Copyright © January 2015 H.C. Brown

ISBN: 978-1-910397-48-0

Cover Art by Poppy Designs

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No part of this literary work may be reproduced in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without the written permission of the publisher.

This is a work of fiction. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Dedication

To Kate for making the magyck happen.

Prologue

Excerpt from the Great Book of the Prides – personal entry by King Blaise of Knight Watch

Spring brings the yearly scenting of females for the Knight Watch. I hope with all my heart Hawke finds his mate this season. I have concerns over my youngest brother, Jannus, who recently returned from Lioness. My mother raised him under the supervision of females. Jannus reached his majority two years ago and yet refused to join me here at Feltich Castle. Nox, the King of the Fae, insists the boy possesses a rare magyck and has watched over him in my stead.

In the mountains bordering the Land of the Five Gates, a rogue Gate opened yesterday, causing the Lonza Pride great concern. I have sent Dare with a small battalion to watch over any attempt to breach our realm. I have faith the Lady protects us all.

Chapter One

Dryad

Hawke opened one eye. Gods, his head ached like a bitch, and his tongue stuck to the top of his mouth. He yawned then licked the taste of female arousal from his lips. The pungent aroma from many hours of sex filled the warm, humid air. He grinned, slid his palm over the soft, round buttocks of the woman lying beside him, and then pushed the long, raven hair from the back of the Fae male sleeping on his chest. What a sinful night. He and the Fae twins, Dray and Dominic, had made the impulsive decision to visit the Demon’s Den Tavern in Dryad. The week before the Scenting, females from every realm traveled to Dryad, seeking long nights of passion.

He ran his tongue around his teeth and sighed, enjoying the multitude of tastes he found. Inside his mind, his cat purred in sated contentment. Hawke lifted his head and gazed into Dray’s sleepy, green eyes. Good morning.

"It will be a very good morning. Dray moved his warm mouth against Hawke’s chest, nipping at his flat nipples. I need you again."

Hawke grew instantly hard. Dray’s dark hair brushed across Hawke’s skin in a silken caress. He met the Faerie’s deep, green gaze and his mind filled with the image of driving his tongue deep inside the Fae’s soft mouth. Dear Lady, he could not get enough of the Fae twins. Dominic rose from the end of the bed, flashed Hawke a cheeky grin, and then lowered his sweet, wet mouth to his cock. Hawke purred with pleasure; the twins always took care of him.

Fleeting memories crossed his mind, although in truth, most of the previous evening had leaked from his memory. Wine had flowed in great abundance, and the females, Lady’s blood, had begged for his attention. Rolling his hips to enjoy Dominic’s hot mouth, he tried to sequence the events of the evening. He vaguely remembered taking the twins and at least two females to his bed last night. He wracked his alcohol-frizzled brain for a name, any name to match the female with the tempting, golden ass under his palm. Angela? Annabel? No, she was the one with the silver braids. Suzanna?

The room crackled with energy, and a Circle of Light shattered the stillness. Hawke groaned and stared into the angry face of his brother, King Blaise of Knight Watch. Standing beside him, with a bemused expression, stood Nox, the King of the Faerie. Great, a delegation of kings. Look at them, dressed in black with faces like prunes.

The Fae twins jumped off the bed and fell to their knees uttering apologies. The female slept on in blissful ignorance, curled with her smooth back, away from him. Hawke grunted his objection and reached down to drag a sheet over his nakedness. He heard Blaise’s sharp intake of breath, turned his back on the kings, and buried his face in the pillow.

* * * *

Blaise rolled his eyes. What could he to do with his brother? To find a prince in a brothel when plenty of females resided in the castle gave the wrong impression to the people of Dryad. Of late, his brother had become more cat than man. In truth, Hawke constantly prowled around looking for sex, and not many males or females escaped his charm. The twins practically lived at the castle. Blaise had no idea why Hawke needed to seek out the company of harlots, gauged on the constant stream of lovers climbing the stairs to Hawke’s bedroom. Blaise ground his teeth. Somehow, his brother encouraged Nox as a lover, too. His hands clenched into fists. He glared at the back of Hawke’s golden head. Do not ignore me, I know you are awake. Have you forgotten the Scenting?

No, but I am having too much fun here. Hawke lifted his head and glowered at Blaise. Can you not just leave me alone? He met Nox’s emerald gaze, and a seductive smile curled his lips. "You can stay."

Flaring his nostrils, Blaise growled deep in his chest. The room stunk of sweat, sex, and spoiled wine. Bottles of Miza littered the floor, spilling sticky trails of red across the polished wood. He kicked a path through the clothes, strewn in piles around the room, and made his way closer to the bed. In a blink, the Fae twins vanished from sight. Blaise turned to look at Nox, who lifted one broad shoulder before tossing him a wink.

Blaise leaned over the bed and shook Hawke’s arm. "I am taking you home now; have you forgotten who you are? Is this any way for a Knight Watch prince and the commander of my army to behave?"

For the Lady’s sake stop screaming at me. Hawke pulled a tub of lube from under the pillow and set it on the nightstand. "I am not a cub. I am off duty and am entitled to do as I please. And for your information, I am extremely happy not having a mate."

Blaise dragged the sheet off Hawke and his companion. "Many have traveled from the far reaches of the Five Gates to bring their daughters to Feltich Castle. You are the prize they seek. Do you dishonor me by not attending?"

Shut the hell up. The female opened her eyes. She sat up and blinked at Nox. Heavens, am I supposed to do you as well? Not on an empty stomach, I will not. A girl needs to eat you know. Well, do not just stand there get me some food.

Nox raised a brow at Blaise. I am sorry, whores do not get breakfast.

Blaise shook his head and reached into his pocket for a gold coin. He dropped it on the bed and turned to Nox. Get us out of here before I do something I regret.

* * * *

Nox grinned. Hawke had a sexy way of looking at him that turned his knees to jelly. His cock certainly had a mind of its own when it came to Hawke. To be honest, the prince’s seductive, crooked smile and his smoldering gaze could lure lovers from twenty paces. He knew instinctively which males enjoyed man love—Hawke never made a mistake in that direction.

He sighed; in truth, he wanted Hawke and silently wished the mate he chose would join the cozy relationship he had with Hawke and Allure the Fair. Allure, however, constantly insisted Nox find his own mate. He considered this idea for a split second and gazed back at Hawke’s blatant invitation. He met the man’s royal-blue eyes and nodded slightly. You stink. I believe an hour or so in the hot spring would be most beneficial.

What have you done with the twins? Hawke slid to the edge of the bed. He turned his attention to the female, who had dragged a sheet around her nakedness, the gold coin clutched in one hand. You should leave, Nox here, might just change you into a toad. He flashed Nox a mischievous grin and pulled on his pants.

Nox waited until the female collected her clothes and fled the room. He flared his nostrils. The rich, musky smell in the room excited him. The heady allure of Hawke’s unique scent drew him like a sexual magnet. The sight of the delicious male, naked and aroused, made his mouth water. Gods, he could not drag his gaze away from Hawke’s golden skin. He caught Blaise’s angry gaze and cleared his throat. The twins will be back after the Scenting.

He drew a Circle of Light and stood to one side, allowing Blaise to drag Hawke through the shimmering space. Nox picked up Hawke’s distinctive black, silver studded boots and followed them into the hot springs at Feltich Castle.

* * * *

Doucheron

Lydia sat on a mossy rock and combed her long, midnight hair. Sunlight warmed her