My Dragon My Dom

By Dulce Dennison

Officer Corbin Richters has gone through more partners than he can count. They all claim he’s difficult to work with, but he knows better. They’re scared being gay might be something they can catch. Idiots. When he’s assigned yet another partner, his inner dragon perks up and takes notice. Josh is different from anyone he’s ever met. Unfortunately, he’s also human.

When the two are tasked with getting Christmas trees for families in need, they never count on growing close. The more time Corbin spends with Josh, the more certain he becomes the man is his mate.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Changeling Press
• Release date: Dec 14, 2019

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Chapter One

Corbin Richters watched the sexy-as-hell man walking through the door of the precinct, his blue uniform fitted snugly to his shoulders and chest, silver badge gleaming under the fluorescent lights, his stride powerful and purposeful as he approached Captain Meeker. The dark hair on his head stood out in disarray but it was artfully done, the waves beckoning to be touched in an intimate caress. His eyes looked green from this distance, and they took everything in with a swift assessment that said he was ready for whatever danger that might be lurking within the precinct walls. Whoever he was, he wasn’t a rookie. No one got that hard-edged look, the look of a predator, the first day on the job.

Corbin’s heart kicked in his chest and his hands clenched on top of the desk. What he wouldn’t give to peel away that uniform and see what lay beneath the crisp, blue material. He unconsciously licked his lips as he thought about trailing kisses along those broad shoulders. Corbin’s skin heated and his cock twitched in his pants. He felt his scales ripple under his skin and fought for control. Hell, here he was fantasizing over the man, and he wasn’t even sure if the cop was into men or women. Or both. It had been a long time since he’d had such a reaction to someone on first sight, and he wanted to explore the feelings a bit more.

Damn. He sneaked a quick glance around. Had he said that out loud?

Corbin watched as the officer shook hands with the captain and then as Captain Meeker pointed at Corbin. Why on earth was the captain sending Mr. Sexy his way? Not that he was going to complain! Still, he had to admit to being curious. What did the man’s voice sound like? Would he offer to shake hands? Would that small contact arouse Corbin’s dragon even more? The beast was already more than a little intrigued.

The object of his desire strode across the room with panther-like grace, his movements fluid and beautiful, and stopped at the edge of Corbin’s desk. The officer flashed him a smile, one that had his dragon -- lusty beast -- perking up considerably, and held out his hand.

Corbin stood and shook it, an electrical current shooting up his arm, swirling down through his chest, and settling in his balls, making them draw up tight. His cock gave another jerk, but if the officer noticed -- and something told Corbin that he had -- he wasn’t commenting on it. Corbin had thought the man would pack a punch, but it still took him by surprise, this visceral reaction. He couldn’t remember the last time his dragon and he had been in total agreement on their choice of bed partners.

The man’s voice was crisp and clipped as he introduced himself. Josh Myers.

Corbin Richters. Corbin released Josh’s hand reluctantly before he did something stupid, like jerk him closer for a different sort of embrace. As it was, he wanted to bury his nose against the man’s neck and inhale that incredible scent that was teasing him.

It seems I’m your new partner, Josh said.

Partner? Corbin shot the captain a look. No one had said anything about a new partner. Corbin had only been part of the Blueberry Hill Police Department for a little over a month, having been lucky enough to land the job within a week of hitting town. And yet he’d already gone through two partners. The men had claimed Corbin was too rough and rude, but he knew the truth. They didn’t care that he was black. They hadn’t wanted to work with a gay officer. Probably afraid it would rub off on them or some stupid shit like that.

I take it this is news to you, Josh said, that gorgeous smile flirting around his lips again. Lips that looked full and soft, the kind of lips a man could kiss forever.

Corbin cleared his throat, hoping to get better control of himself. Yeah, I hadn’t heard that I was getting a new partner today. He met Josh’s gaze. But I’m glad you’re here. Too direct?

Josh’s smile broadened and there was something in his eyes, a warmth that told Corbin his advances might be welcome. He supposed time would tell. It was possible the guy was just being friendly and he was reading into things.

Corbin pointed to the desk butting up to his. That will be your space. There should be some supplies in the drawer, but if not, we can ask the receptionist on our way out.

Hitting the streets early?

"I thought we’d swing by Espress Yourself and grab some coffee. There’s no charge to officers for a regular brewed cup, and they usually have a few different flavors going. You have to pay for those fancy drinks though."

Josh smiled again. Sounds good. I can check out the desk when we get back.

The black SUV near the back is ours.

Josh scanned him from head to toe. I’m guessing your size has something to do with us getting the biggest vehicle. What are you? Six foot four?

Corbin grinned. Six-six. Not that Josh was short. He had to be at least six-two.

They strolled out of the rear precinct door and headed to the SUV. Corbin popped the locks with the key fob and slid in.

So… Josh glanced his way as he snapped his seatbelt into place. Your place or mine?

Corbin swallowed the wrong way and coughed so hard he couldn’t breathe. Pardon? he croaked.

For dinner tonight. Josh held his gaze. I thought it would give us a chance to get to know one another better. A couple of pizzas, some beer. Maybe put on a football game.

Uh…

Josh smirked.

Why don’t we start with that cup of coffee? Corbin suggested. You may discover I have bad habits and run the other way. I’ve never lost a partner in just one day and I don’t want to start now.

Josh shrugged those powerful shoulders of his. Suit yourself. I’m not the running type though.

Corbin’s cock was throbbing behind his zipper. He wanted to unzip and tell Josh to suck him off, test the waters a bit and see how well he followed instructions. A glance around the parking lot showed they were alone. The little devil on his shoulder whispered that no one would be the wiser if they were to play a little. The car hadn’t been started so the camera built into the mirror wouldn’t be recording yet. Looking back over at Josh, he noticed his new partner’s gaze had zeroed in on the bulge in Corbin’s pants.

Well, I guess we both know what’s on your mind right now. You always ready to blow right after meeting someone? Josh asked.

For once, Corbin’s tongue was tied. Just because Josh had noticed Corbin’s state of arousal didn’t mean they batted for the same team. It could just be those observant cop skills of his. On the plus side, the man wasn’t diving out of the SUV and running to the captain for a new partner. Even if Josh was straight, maybe he wouldn’t have an issue with Corbin being gay. Now he just had to keep his scales to himself and not go dragon on the guy. Something told Corbin that Josh wasn’t ready for the paranormal world just yet. If ever. Most people couldn’t handle it.

Corbin cleared his throat. Let’s grab that cup of coffee.

Maybe you should drive with the window down. Might cool you off.

Corbin snorted. He was a dragon. The chilly December air was nothing his beast couldn’t handle. About the only thing that would get his wayward cock under control would be to think of something other than the hot-as-hell man sitting next to him. Maybe the more time they spent together, the less potent Josh would be. He could only hope.

Corbin pulled into a parking space in front of Espress Yourself and got out. Josh followed him to the entrance and Corbin forced himself to walk through the door first and not hold it open like the gentleman he was raised to be. The line was fairly long, which wasn’t surprising at this time of morning. Shopkeepers, just opening their doors, were trying to get their caffeine fix; college students loitered around tables trying to survive their hangovers from the party the night before; harried-looking mothers gulped coffee like it was their drug of choice so they could keep up with their little rugrats and the hectic schedule of school, sports, ballet, or whatever else was on the agenda for the day.

When it was their turn, Corbin ordered a large cup of the house special, a nice, fragrant dark roast that would have put hair on his chest if dragons grew body hair. Josh ordered some fancy sounding latte and paid a ridiculous