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  BROGAN

  PLANET OF THE DRAGONS BOOK 6

  BONNIE BURROWS

  Copyright ©2018 by Bonnie Burrows

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  About This Book

  WARNING: The books in this series are all very SEXY. Please only read if you feel you will enjoy these themes. :)

  When curvy Gabrielle Long was sent to Planet Lacerta on an undercover mission she didn't expect to find herself underneath a different type of cover.

  When she was assigned to work with muscle bound weredragon Brogan Holt she knew she would have trouble concentrating on the mission at hand.

  Those abs. Those biceps. Those pecs.

  The only way for Gabrielle to get over her crush on her partner was to get under him. Maybe then she could concentrate on the task at hand.

  Especially since the fate of the entire planet relied on her and her handsome lover...

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  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER ONE

  The beach was clothing-optional, like all beaches on the planet Lacerta. And like all the beautiful men of his planet, a world filled with the most stunning specimens of manhood in the space known to humanity, Squire Brogan Holt of the law-enforcing Dragon Corps never exercised the option. Striding along the alabaster sands bordering the blue ocean, he was clad in nothing but his badge on a chain around his waist.

  Water. Out to the horizon was nothing but water, and ships and sails, and here and there a figure, human or reptilian, diving into or breaking up from the sparkling sapphire surface. It was the most special water in the galaxy, for reasons known well to the people of Lacerta and everyone who had traffic with the planet and its people. It had the most special properties of any water known to exist. It was one of the things that Brogan and his fellow uniformed Lacertans were charged with protecting, and they protected it well.

  But today Brogan was not immediately concerned with protecting the water or anything else. He was more concerned with what spread out on the sands before him, the multitude of people sitting on their portable furniture or their blankets and towels in the perfectly controlled Lacertan weather. There were some of his own kind, in their human bodies or their magnificent dragon forms; and some who were purely human. The ones that drew Brogan’s attention the most were the females. And it was they whose attention Brogan most wanted.

  And Brogan, make no mistake, was well worth the attention. His arrestingly handsome and playfully boyish face, matching his lighthearted and affable manner, belied the serious lawman that he was at heart. Perfectly groomed, sandy blond-brown hair topped his features; his eyes matched that color. His physique was lean and exquisitely muscled without a trace of fat, typical of the men of his planet. An immaculate dusting of hair spread across his pecs and made a trail down his abs to a well-trimmed bush of hair below his pelvis—and beneath that and his badge swung the ample hose of a weapon of pleasure as formidable as the powerblade that he wielded when in uniform.

  Wearing only his badge and nothing else, Brogan was confident of catching the interest of at least one female other than the one he had actually come to meet, with whom he had always maintained certain boundaries. Or perhaps she was the one who maintained them with him; sometimes it was not easy to tell.

  Feeling playful and wanting to encourage someone’s interest in playing—lying down, in bed—Brogan brought his morphing power selectively into play. He let his back and bottom break out into dragon scales and his tail emerged and dropped from just above the cleft of his buttocks. He walked along, swinging and curling his tail, his scales appearing on his shoulders and forearms, all areas carefully chosen to accent his human form and an enticing bit of his dragon-ness. Had he wanted to be really provocative, he would have changed the part of him that was of the most special interest to a potential bedmate.

  When in his dragon form, two-legged or four-legged, that part of him was particularly different from what a human male had. Down there, his dragon self had not one of them, but two, branching off from a single base. Each of them had a tip shaped like a round arrowhead, and spines on the underside of the tip and rough, scaly ridges on the underside of the shaft. When coupling with a female weredragon while both in dragon form, a male used first one of them and then the other.

  But the double organ was meant only for dragon coupling and Lacertan males hardly ever showed it to a human female; it was considered rude and gauche. So in mixed human and dragon company in a clothing-optional situation, Lacertan males discreetly showed only the one part that was good for both kinds.

  Passing by the people congregated on the beach, he smiled and nodded at the females, and gave a little twitch of his tail at them. He got his share of smiles and waves in return from women who were not otherwise paying attention to some other male, whether it be their date or partner or some other displaying male. It was likely, Brogan thought, he would at some point in the afternoon find some woman who caught his fancy the most. If she were unaccompanied he would go to her and introduce himself for a bit of playtime.

  Or a lot. It usually worked out to be a lot. Or one of them would come to him and they would excuse themselves from the beach for a long and energetic lie-down. For now, though, there was one he was seeking, who had invited him not for a lie-down of that kind but just for a little sunning. By then she must have been around there, somewhere. …

  Ah, there she was. He found her in half-dragon form on one of the large sunning rocks positioned here and there along the beach. She was lying there stretched out on her back, using her leathery wings as a mat. She was clad only in a thong bottom. The support cups for her human bosom rested on the shiny plates of her belly; she wore her badge on a cord around her collar. Her pointed dragon snout at the end of her serpentine neck angled towards the sun.

  The light of Catalan, the planet’s mother star, glistened warmly up and down her grass and lime-colored scales. Brogan smiled at her, more softly than he smiled at the other females on the beach, and said, “Nice of you to pick a rock with only room for one, Elaina.”

  Elaina Hood reared up her neck and head like a sea serpent breaking the surface of the water and opened her golden eyes at him. “I brought a blanket for you, Brogan,” she said, and reached down to the side of the rock opposite him. Picking up the rolled-up blanket, she tossed it at him. It partly unfurled in mid-air before he caught it.

  “Thanks,” Brogan said, further unrolling the bla
nket and laying it out in the sand beside Elaina’s rock. He withdrew his tail and made his scales disappear, and settled down, fully human onto the blanket. Elaina retracted her own tail, sat up, and attached the gel cups to cover her exposed human breasts. She looked him up and down with her dark eyes set under her short, dark hair on a gently feminine face with a pointed chin, and Brogan looked back at his duty partner of many years now, and reflected silently as he always did on how unique a relationship he had with her.

  “So,” Elaina said teasingly, “see anything you like today?”

  Brogan rolled his eyes a bit. She loved to tease him. “I always do. But this is our time now, partners off duty. To tell you the truth, I’m kind of appreciating the downtime we’ve been having lately.”

  “It has been quiet ever since that abduction incident,” Elaina agreed. “But I’ve never known you to appreciate downtime. You always like to keep busy—one way or another.”

  “Yes,” said Brogan. “But…”

  “‘But’ what?”

  “I keep thinking about Tynan. I talked to him this morning, when I could get a little talk in edgewise between him and Sierra…being busy.” He wasn’t accustomed to using only the word busy for the way their old friend was right now. Ordinarily he would have at least said that Prince Tynan Moran, youngest heir to one of Lacerta’s wealthiest and finest families, was busily screwing his new consort like there was no tomorrow.

  If things had unfolded differently not long ago, there might actually have been “no tomorrow” for their friend and his human lover. Tynan Moran, from the prominent Lacertan Nest Moran, and his adventurous consort Sierra Smith had committed to proving the effectiveness of a new experimental fertility drug to reverse the low birth rate that had plagued the planet Lacerta for generations.

  They had quickly gone from being mating partners to something quite a bit more. But Tynan’s vengeful ex-lover, Liona Vess, had conspired to abduct Sierra and impress her into an interplanetary slave trade where the use of her body would be for sale to the highest bidder. Tynan, once a member of the Corps himself, along with Brogan and Elaina, had pursued Sierra’s abductors and waged a fierce battle against them to get her back.

  And now, their old friend, likely the best friend Brogan had ever had, was spending most of his time in bed with Sierra, delighting her endlessly with what Lacertan men did better than any others in known space—and trying to get her pregnant.

  “So what about Tynan?” asked Elaina.

  Brogan sighed, thoughtfully. “I love that rich lizard, you know that. And I think Sierra is great. It’s just…”

  “Just what?” Elaina inquired, shrugging.

  “The way those two are now, and trying to make a baby—they’re never going to have anyone else again but each other.”

  “Probably,” Elaina agreed.

  “I’m trying to imagine what that’ll be like for Tynan: never wanting anyone else, or at least never sexing anyone else. Doing it to just one female from now on. Going from anyone he wants to just one…”

  Elaina shook her head at him. “Yes, Brogan, people do that. They do it all the time. His parents did it. Our parents did it. Who’s to say, maybe you and I will actually do that one day.”

  A sudden, sharp feeling passed between them, as if there were a crash or thud in the air, bringing the conversation to a rough and jarring halt. Brogan snapped his neck back a bit and blinked at her in a kind of disbelief.

  Making a mock frown and rolling her eyes at him, Elaina shook her head again, and reached out and swatted him in the head, tousling that perfect hair. “You stupid salamander, that’s not what I meant.”

  Brogan mock-frowned in a similar way back at her. “I know that’s not what you meant. But the fact is, Tynan and Sierra…”

  “They’re lovers, okay? He’s not just shagging the two of them senseless; they’re actually lovers. And they’re going to stay together and have a nest with a child—who knows, maybe more than one. It’s what people want to do. It’s life, Brogan.”

  Brogan shrugged. “Yes, I know. I know it’s life. I know life goes on and…and…”

  “What? What is it?”

  “Lately I’m realizing, I’ve never really wanted anything like that.”

  She tilted her head at him, more like a curious dog than a dragon. “Really? You’ve never even thought about it?”

  “Well, I’ve thought about it, yes. Everyone thinks about it. But…I’ve never really felt like I needed it. I’ve always been happy with my life, always wanted simple things. Once I thought it’d be great to join the Knights of Lacerta, be a Knight, have the respect that a Knight gets. And I decided I’d go out for the Corps first, just to give that life a try. It turned out I liked the Corps well enough. It’s not the Knighthood, but it gets respect, it’s a life of purpose, and I like it.

  So I’ve stayed in the Corps. And I thought maybe I’d like to find someone special—one mate, one lover, even a wife. Then I started sleeping with girls, and I went to bed with a human girl for the first time, and I thought, you know, there’s nothing wrong with just screwing. There’s no better feeling in the world, and it’s fun, and girls—women—are fun. And I’ve been happy, like millions of other dragon men who just screw and enjoy it.”

  “So what’s changed?” asked Elaina. “Is it only that your best friend is settled down and you wonder if you’re missing something?”

  “Oh, I don’t know. Yes. NO! Maybe. I don’t know…”

  “I never thought I’d see the day,” Elaina said. “My partner actually doesn’t know what in the inferno he wants.”

  “Yes, I do!” Brogan protested. Looking around at the sea of potential partners sitting and lying by the seaside, he said more softly but just as firmly, “Yes, I do.”

  They were quiet for a moment. And then a sudden impulse came over Brogan, an inexplicable impulse that he’d never had—until now. He looked away from the people on the beach and back to Elaina.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “Of course,” said Elaina. “What?”

  “Why haven’t the two of us ever been to bed?”

  Elaina straightened up on her rock, taken very much aback at the question. This was a place where she and Brogan had never gone in all the years of their partnership. She did not answer at first.

  “Haven’t you ever thought about it?” he asked. “I know you’ve thought about it because we almost did, once. You remember…?”

  Shutting her eyes and thinking back, Elaina said, “The Serpentine Meteor Shower party. You promised you’d never bring that up.”

  “I know I promised. But it almost happened.”

  “Because we’d had too much to drink, I know.”

  “And I kissed you. And you kissed me back. We went in that room, and we kissed, and we almost got naked…”

  Elaina opened her eyes and eyed him impatiently. “Almost. We were just sober enough to stop it. Or I stopped it, because I knew better.”

  “Would it have been so bad?”

  “It could have been. Brogan, I never say this to you, but you’ve been the best partner—in duty. I’d never want to be partnered with anyone else. I think you’re the best Squire in the whole Corps, and if you repeat that to anyone, ever, I’ll deny that I ever said it. But that’s the relationship I want with you. And if I’d let you do what you were ready to do that night, we wouldn’t have had the partnership we have. It would have gotten in the way and you know it.”

  “How would it have gotten in the way?”

  “It would have gotten in the way because I would have gotten attached. And you don’t do attachment, Brogan. I’m not judging because most dragon men screw around and it’s something we just live with, and frankly we enjoy it the same as you do. But I know myself, and being close to you as a partner and in bed, I would have gotten attached. And that would have killed it for us. I wanted to keep us the way we are. I still do.”

  Brogan realized, without saying it openly, the rightness o
f what she was saying.

  “Besides,” Elaina went on, “you went home from that party with a human, anyway.”

  Brogan remembered: the strawberry blonde human female who had been watching him all evening and looked as if she wanted to smite Elaina with a sword like a mythical dragon-slayer. He’d ended up “smiting” her with something else about a half dozen times that night.

  “You, my friend,” said Elaina, “just enjoy human women too much.”

  “Don’t exaggerate,” said Brogan.

  “Am I exaggerating? Really?” Elaina made a crooked, skeptical look at him. “Tell me something. Did you wake up alone this morning?”

  Brogan gulped. He was busted like a perpetrator. “No,” he said resignedly.

  “Mm-hmm. And was she Lacertan or was she human?”

  “Okay,” he surrendered, “you made your point.”

  “Yes. Yes, I have. And if I’d let you shag me, and gotten attached to you from it, you would never have just gotten over your thing for human women. And what would have happened to us then? Would we still be partners now? Would we still have what we have?”