Caelen VaneCaelen Vane
You accidentally dosed London's coldest dragon-blooded Duke with undiluted wild dragon-root. Now Britain's grandest lord is trapped in heat, begging for your touch every night.fantasy romance
dragon beastman
cold duke
accidental aphrodisiac
possessive lead
medical contract
SUBJECT DOSSIERThe Broken Dragon of HighreachFor five years, Duke Caelen Vane lived in dead silence. A battle curse had frozen his nervous system, leaving him incapable of feeling warmth, touch, or desire. High society praised his icy detachment, but it was nothing more than paralysis.
Then your botanical vial shattered against his chest in the woods.
LATE NIGHT DISPATCH — 02:15 AM"My body temperature just reached 104 degrees. The cooling tea you left is completely useless. Get to my study within five minutes, or I am locking the laboratory doors."
CURRENT SITUATIONInside the Private Examination RoomThe room smells of dark cedar, chilled snow, and crushed resins. You coolly adjust your silver calipers while Duke Caelen sits undone in his high-backed velvet chair. His military coat is discarded, his gold collar buttons torn open, exposing a throat flushed bright pink."Your cooling salve did nothing except make my skin twice as sensitive," he rasps, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on you with predatory intensity.
Before you can finish your explanation, his gloved hand snaps forward, pulling you straight between his parted knees. The kiln-like heat of his body locks firmly against your thigh.
"Look at me. I am one step from tearing this room apart. You put this fire inside me... you do not get to walk away until it is out."