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  Marked at Midnight

  Mark of the Dragon, Book 1

  Claire Conrad

  Contents

  About Marked at Midnight

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Epilogue

  Find out what happens next…

  Books by Claire Conrad

  About the Author

  About Marked at Midnight

  An ordinary night.

  An ordinary bar.

  Two extraordinary men.

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  When the nearly identical hunks of male perfection walk into the restaurant where Brittany works, she absolutely, positively does not expect them to glance her way.

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  They don't just glance, they stare.

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  She does not expect a proposition so hot she can barely believe it. Still, she accepts. Eagerly.

  * * *

  And one night of passion ruins her for every other man on the planet.

  She can't stop thinking about them.

  Wanting them.

  Needing them.

  * * *

  But they aren't what they seem.

  They're not human, but Dragon and Rider.

  Beast and Dragonborn.

  * * *

  They live to protect humanity. To protect life.

  But war is brewing...

  dragon vs dragon,

  brother vs brother,

  ice vs fire.

  Brittany soon finds herself not just giving them her heart,

  but in the middle of a war she can't possibly understand.

  And her love is the key to not only her survival but theirs.

  To the survival of the entire world.

  Copyright 2018 Claire Conrad

  Marked at Midnight:

  Mark of the Dragon, Book 1

  Cover design Copyright 2017 ebook indie covers

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  All rights reserved.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, people, places and events are completely a product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

  Chapter 1

  Brittany Anderson, Chicago, Illinois

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  With a sigh of relief, I pulled into the parking lot of Dave’s Tavern. The neon sign was beginning to short, obviously on the edge of going out, the D and T already having given up. From a distance, it said ave’s avern.

  The bar and restaurant was located in an old dock warehouse with the expected rustic look all the way through. Dave had wanted it to be natural, comfortable, and homey throughout. There were wooden picnic tables for the booths and horseshoes decorating the walls. Had I not worked for the place, it wouldn’t have been my first choice for dinner, but it was more home than my crappy apartment and I hadn’t had lunch. Or breakfast. And Dave almost always let me eat for free.

  As I parked my car, surrounded by several others, I felt a bit more relaxed. It was a relief to be around other people, this probably being the first time I was excited to see a couple smoking outside. Everything seemed normal, peaceful—safe. I needed the security of other people after my strange trip to the park.

  Walking in, I made my way through the people standing around and slid onto a bar stool. I smiled as the bartender, a good friend and boss, made his way over. “Hey, Dave.”

  “There’s my girl. You hungry?” Dave was old enough to be my father, and he acted like one, watching all the action going on in the bar every night, and making sure the worst of the assholes found the door.

  “Starving. Can I get a burger, fries, a beer and a shot of Tequila?”

  His brows rose, but he placed a shot glass on the wooden bar and filled it with his best Tequila before grabbing a slice of lime and placing it on a fresh napkin. “That bad, huh?”

  I reached for the salt and let the alcohol burn away the lingering chill from the parking lot. “Not great.” I had the lime in my mouth when the other bartender, Pete, came over to eavesdrop.

  Pete had dropped out of college the year before and was pursuing a music career. While not many people agreed with that choice, I understood it. The man had talent and the looks to go along with it. He had tattoos on every inch of arm you could see and a tall, thin frame. He had no trouble attracting the ladies. He’d probably slept with every single woman who worked here, all of them but me.

  “When you going to come back to work, Brittany? The new girls are clumsy and make my job a lot harder.” He leaned against the bar and smiled at me.

  I shrugged and continued to smile. “Hey, I earned this vacation.” I had enough money saved to take off at least a month. I wanted a chance to get to know my brother. Maybe take a road trip or two. Think about what I was going to do with the rest of my life.

  “Yeah? Well, if you get bored, talk to Dave. We need extra help this week.”

  “Fine.” I would help out. I always did. But I had no intention of waiting tables for the rest of my life. The money was usually great, but the back-breaking work wasn’t. It was also a real buzzkill to bust ass on a big party then have everyone snub you or leave a two dollar tip on over a hundred dollars’ worth of food, dozens of drink refills, and tons of, “Hey, honey, can I get some ketchup?” only to come back with it for someone else at the table to send me off for something else—rinse and repeat for two or three hours.

  But that was the job. Sometimes the customers really were friendly and tipped well, and other times they are only nice to get good service and then don’t tip—or they were complete jerks and didn’t tip regardless. I had no interest in going back just yet, and I was focused on other things anyway. Once I found my brother, my plan was to get a job in an office somewhere. I could answer phones and type at a decent speed. I knew my way around a computer. It wasn’t the greatest plan, but I hoped there would be fewer drunken idiots grabbing my ass without an invitation.

  Dave placed a mug of my favorite beer down in front of me and frowned. “How much have you saved up, Brittany?”

  “Enough, Dave, trust me.” I took a big drink from the mug, finally starting to shake off the uneasiness I had felt in the park.

  We all talked between their customers as I tore my way through the amazing food and relatively good beer. A hockey game was on one channel and a basketball game on the other. Occasionally, someone in the bar would shout when their team made a good play.

  Outside, families and business people sat on the pier overlooking the water, enjoying thick steaks and lobsters dipped in butter. Dave’s sign might be on the blink, but business was good. It had always been good. The place was a local hangout, and everyone around knew where the best steaks and seafood could be found.

  But in here, in the bar, I was more than content with my burger and beer.

  You can take the girl out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the girl.

  The mundane noise flowed around me. The longer I sat in the familiar environment, the better I felt. Halfway through my burger, the door opened and I saw two men enter out of the corner of my eye. I felt a change in the air and looked around the bar as every other woman—whether she was engaged in conversation or sitting alone—turned to watch them walk in.

  I’d heard the door but hadn’t bothered to turn around. But, hell, if they wer
e interesting enough to get the attention of every female in the room, I wanted to see what the big deal was.

  I tried not to look at them where they'd notice, but it was difficult. Though, I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be noticed any more than the rest of the women in the room.

  As I got a good look, I saw what the rest had seen. They had a presence that was magnetic. I felt my womanly parts stir when I looked into the eyes of the first one. Green. Intense. Focused.

  Lust. Sex. Desire. They were all in his eyes…and he was looking at me.

  When the room started to spin, I realized I had stopped breathing.

  I thought this kind of reaction was a myth, something that only happened in romance novels, but I literally could not look away. He held my gaze for a minute and then started to look around the bar like he was searching for someone. That’s when I noticed the second one was staring straight at me as well. My nipples were already hard, but my pussy clenched and everything felt heavy, like I should just melt into a puddle right here, right now, and let them do whatever they wanted with me.

  I reached for my beer. My hand was shaking so badly it would have sloshed over the top of the chilled mug if it had been full.

  Oh, my God, they’re twins.

  As I sat there, caught in their web, my brain had a hard time wrapping around the fact there were not one, but two of the gorgeous creatures. The only difference I could see in my brief assessment of the two was the one staring me down now was a few inches taller. And their eyes. The first one’s eyes had been green, like thick summer grass. This one’s eyes were a strangely hypnotic amber, and as he stared, I felt like he was peering into my soul.

  Talk about ridiculous romantic nonsense. I had to be more rattled by the creepy episode in the park than I thought.

  I’d been savoring the tequila shot, sipping at it, letting it burn on my tongue between bites of my burger. But as I tore my gaze from the amber-eyed sex god and his smoking hot companion, I slammed what was left and closed my eyes hoping the burn would distract my libido from its very dangerous thoughts. Namely me, the moist, creamy filling in a sex god sandwich.

  When I opened my eyes, I was paralyzed. He was standing directly in front of me. His scent washed over me like a drug, making me think of wild wind and campfires and man. I’d never smelled anything like it and wondered if it was an outrageously expensive cologne—or just him.

  My pussy shoved the thoughts right out of my head, screamed right back to the front of the line, blaring at me to take this one home and make him mine. Take him deep. Surrender.

  What the hell was wrong with me? I didn’t have time for this kind of bullshit. I didn’t date much, let alone pick up strangers in bars and…

  He smiled and my entire body caught on fire. I shifted on the barstool, my dinner long forgotten as I was consumed with lust for the man in front of me. It was an odd reaction.

  They were hot, but my reaction to him wasn’t like me. Perhaps it had been too long since I’d had sex after all. At that moment, it felt like it had been an eternity. It took all I had to keep from saying something stupid, or worse, doing something stupid. Like licking my lips.

  Suddenly they were so dry I couldn’t seem to stop myself. His gaze followed the motion with a level of attention I’d never had from a man. I wanted him to kiss me. Right there. In front of the whole damn bar. But he didn’t move. Just watched me. Made me melt. And squirm. And want.

  Finally, after several moments, I found my voice. “Hello.” The greeting came in a croak. Of course, a hot man approached me and I channeled my inner frog.

  He didn’t speak; he continued to stare and tilted his head to look me over. I immediately felt hotter, my body heating up enough I wanted to fan myself like some crazed dog in heat in the middle of summer.

  Under his gaze, the heat between my legs turned into a full-fledged vibrating need. I wondered how red my face was now because the heat had moved into my cheeks. There was a thin layer of sweat on my body. He still didn’t say anything, probably because he knew what he was. That man was more than aware of how beautiful he was, how enraptured he made all the women in his immediate vicinity.

  I was a practical woman. I never believed in vampires or werewolves or any of that kind of mystical, magical nonsense. But as loudly as the logical part of my head was screaming that something was not right, my body was louder, telling my head to shut the fuck up and let me have what I wanted. Him. No, them. Both of them. I wanted both of them.

  The other twin was still walking around the bar. I couldn’t figure out if he was looking for someone or something. He looked in booths, at the people sitting in them, despite the strange looks he was getting.

  Amber Eye’s grin turned into a smile showing perfect teeth. I had a sudden urge to press myself against him. It was a strong desire bordering on a physical need and I wrapped my hands around the edge of the bar top to make sure I didn’t go anywhere.

  What the hell was happening to me? This was insane.

  The shorter twin finally returned to his brother and stood right next to him, regarding me with curiosity. I still felt the lust, but it was tampered down a bit with the addition of a new party.

  "I'm Zach, this is my brother Iavo. He's mute." The way green eyes said it was so casual, like how he'd say his brother was an architect. I was relieved to know there was a reason Iavo hadn't spoken to me. "He wants to sleep with you; he wants you to sleep with us."

  Zach moved forward and brushed my cheek with his as he pushed the hair away from my ear. The touch of his skin almost burned against mine. It felt incredible.

  My eyes were wide, possibly about to fall out of my head. "I'm sorry?" was the only thing I could think to say as I trembled against the nearness of him, against the heat radiating off his skin. The scent of his skin. He smelled divine. More man, less wild. Pine and heat and sex.

  I was going to faint if I didn’t start breathing.

  Zach’s lips brushed against my ear as he whispered in a heated voice, "Come to our cabin. Come play. I promise you won't be disappointed."

  The heat moved through my body again, chills moving right alongside. I realized Iavo had moved forward and put his hand on my thigh. The source of all the heat in my body was spreading from his fingers. This thing between us was an undeniable attraction, and even if I’d wanted to play hard to get, I’m not sure that I could have.

  “Do you need help, Brittany?” Pete’s voice interrupted my momentary departure from reality, and I shook my head quickly. Too quickly. More like a toddler with the big bad adult threatening to take away her candy.

  I swallowed hard, knowing if I tried to speak before doing so, it would come out as another embarrassing croak. “No, Pete, but thanks.” I wanted this candy all to myself.

  The silent one turned to look at the bartender; something almost scary flashed in his amber eyes.

  Without hesitation, Zach placed his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Iavo, go sit over there while I talk to the lady.” Iavo turned his angry eyes on his brother, but he went over to a corner booth and sat down. I saw one of the women who’d been watching from the other side of the bar make her way over to him.

  Turning his attention back to me, Zach quietly said, “If you can’t handle two men at once, you need to tell me now.” He gently brushed a loose lock of hair back and pinned it behind my ear. “Once we get you in our cabin, there is no turning back.”

  I should have felt scared, threatened maybe, but excitement pounded through my veins. The feeling that moved through me was too much to resist. I wanted them both, though I’d never been with two men at once. It would be something different for me, but it had been so long since I’d had sex and my body was thrumming with a lot of pent up energy just looking at the twins.

  My eyes wandered across the room, and I saw the confident woman was trying to talk to Iavo. She stood next to his table, twirling her hair. She had big breasts, black hair to her waist, and curves to die for, but his eyes hadn’t left me. He s
tared with an intensity that was almost palpable in the room. The tension could be cut with a knife.

  Had these two been the ones watching me in the park?

  No. No way. That had been frightening. Creepy. This was all heat and lust mixed with excitement. My actions were no longer my own. I was driven by the desire that pooled in my abdomen and the heart beating wildly in my chest.

  Iavo continued to stare at me, and the woman finally huffed off, obviously upset by her lack of success.

  “I can handle it,” I said with more confidence than I felt. I saw Iavo tense at my words, as if he’d actually heard me from across the room. My stomach was flipping again, but it was more out of anticipation than fear.

  Zach didn’t say anything else. He looked at Iavo who stood and came over to us. I wondered how much of the psychic twin thing they had going on. Especially since Iavo couldn’t communicate with sound. It was obvious early on that he didn’t use sign language either. So, just how did these two communicate?

  Did I care?

  No. Not right now I didn’t.

  Taking my hand, Iavo laced our fingers together and pulled me toward the door. I slid off the bar stool and followed without thinking twice. Zach followed behind and it felt surreal going to two strangers’ cabin to give myself to them freely. The women in the bar stared. Some glared as I walked by them. I felt the urge to throw my head back and laugh, swing my hips and flip them off as we left, but I contained the urge. They weren’t mine. They were just mine for tonight.