Beneath a Dragon's Wing Read online

  Fury 1

  Beneath a Dragon’s Wing

  The alphas are dead and gone. Erin Brise's pack was destroyed. His alphas went on a warpath after a disease took their minds and their lives. The Dog Catchers are still out there, however. Though the omegas were never infected, they wanted to bring Erin in. Running for his life in the dark rain, he never thought he would slam into a dragon.

  Silver, recognizing his mate immediately, scoops Erin into his arms and flies away with him, determined to keep Erin safe. Silver never wanted another mate. Now he has another wolf for a mate, this time an omega fox.

  Erin is determined to make the best of his situation, and he's not going to lie down and take Silver's grumbling and growling lightly. He's the dragon's mate. The man might not love him or want him, but Erin will make sure that doesn't last long.

  Genre: Alternative (M/M, Gay), Paranormal, Shape-shifter

  Length: 25,250 words

  BENEATH A DRAGON'S WING

  Fury 1

  Marcy Jacks

  

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

  A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

  BENEATH A DRAGON'S WING

  Copyright © 2018 by Marcy Jacks

  ISBN: 978-1-64010-927-8

  First Publication: January 2018

  Cover design by Harris Channing

  All art and logo copyright © 2018 by Siren Publishing, Inc.

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

  WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  If you find a Siren-BookStrand e-book or print book being sold or shared illegally, please let us know at

  [email protected]

  PUBLISHER

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Marcy Jacks lives and works in Ontario, Canada with her dog and she loves writing about dragons, werewolves, and gorgeous guys in general ;)

  For all titles by Marcy Jacks, please visit

  www.bookstrand.com/marcy-jacks

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Landmarks

  BENEATH A DRAGON'S

  WING

  Fury 1

  MARCY JACKS

  Copyright © 2018

  Chapter One

  It was dark and slippery as it rained. Which was probably why Erin didn’t see the wall he was about to slam into as he rounded the corner.

  Chest and face came into full contact with bricks. He saw white as he smashed his nose into it, falling back into a puddle. Probably one filled with filth and dog piss. The alley Erin had been running through didn’t exactly look the cleanest, but that didn’t matter.

  What mattered were the hunters chasing after him.

  They were fast. He rolled onto his belly. There was no point in trying to stay dry. He wasn’t even wearing a jacket.

  And there they came.

  Four of them. Three men and one woman.

  They actually wore gloves and held nets and elongated collars for his throat.

  As if he was a dog. As if he was a feral dog.

  The Dog Catchers. That’s what people called them. No one ever came back after they were caught. Erin didn’t want to disappear.

  He scrambled to his knees, but something grabbed him hard by the elbow, yanking him up.

  Erin flailed. Fighting against the hands that grabbed him.

  They came from the wall he’d just run into.

  Not a wall. Obviously. It was a man.

  A huge man with a wide chest and grim expression as he stared down at Erin with those silver eyes.

  Erin shivered. Then snapped himself out of it and started to fight again as if his life depended on it.

  He was pretty sure it did.

  “Easy, easy now.”

  “Let me go!”

  Erin punched the man in the face. Erin was an omega, but he should still have some strength in him to knock back a human, maybe shock him enough to let go.

  The man didn’t so much as flinch, and Erin was pretty sure he broke one of his knuckles.

  He yelled and fell back. The huge man grabbed him by the collar of his soaked shirt before he could get away from him, dragging him close.

  “Please,” Erin begged.

  “I’m not going to let them have you.”

  Erin blinked through the water dripping down his hair and into his eyes.

  He wasn’t?

  “You there!”

  Erin glanced back at the four Dog Catchers. They stopped five feet from Erin, as if they finally noticed the huge guy he was standing with and wanted to keep their distance.

  “Hand over the wolf.”

  “I’m not infected!” Erin held on to the big man’s wrists, now suddenly hoping the other man really didn’t let him go.

  He didn’t want to go with these people, and he didn’t want them to do…whatever it was they were planning on doing to him.

  It couldn’t be good. It was never good. The big man—God, he could be an alpha if he was a wolf, if alphas still existed—looked down at Erin curiously, then leaned into his neck, his nostrils working in a long sniff.

  Erin tried to yank himself back, but then a powerful hand reached out, clutching the back of his head, pulling him closer.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Shut up.”

  The man eventually pulled back, satisfied with whatever he’d found.

  “Do you smell that?”

  Erin blinked. “Smell what?”

  The huge man tilted his head a little, then growled. “Damn rain.”

  He looked at the Dog Catchers. “I’ll be taking him with me. You don’t have to worry about him anymore.”

  “The hell you are. You need to back the fuck off and let us do our job.”

  “If I go with them, I’ll never get away.” Erin looked up at the man. A man he didn’t know. “They’ll kill me.”

  Because that’s what they did.

  The man growled. His eyes changed.

  Erin gasped.

  Alpha. The word crossed his mind, and even a flicker of hope filled him up.

  But no. That was impossible. There were no alphas anymore. They were all gone. This guy…was something else.

  Dragon.

  That was the word he wanted, and when matte black wings with silver veins sprung up, blocking out what little yellow light there was in this dark night from the lamps in the alley, Erin knew he was right.

  He just didn’t expect the dragon to lift him into his arms and jump into the air. High into the sky, the rain pelting down harder on them.

  Erin screamed. He probably screamed like a teenaged girl. He absolutely didn’t care as lightning flashed dangerously close, and Erin was able to see what the huge man looked like when his face changed into something a little closer t
o his animal shape.

  He almost looked like a demon, and right before Erin fainted like a coward, he had to wonder if he might have been safer with the Dog Catchers.

  Chapter Two

  “Shut up. I won’t drop you. I need to be fast before the lightning can hit us.”

  The man in his arms did quiet down, but only because he fainted.

  Fucking perfect. Really? Silver was going to get stuck with a mate who was honestly afraid of heights?

  Hmm, maybe it was the flash of light that did it.

  Silver could handle being struck by lightning. He was a dragon, after all, but the creature in his arms would be a little less susceptible to that sort of thing.

  Silver didn’t think the man would die, but it would definitely hurt.

  And who knew, omegas did tend to be weak. That’s clearly what this man was. Silver could smell it all over him even if it wasn’t already painfully obvious by the way the Dog Catchers chased him.

  Still hunting down anything that shifted into an animal, terrified the disease would spread.

  The fuckers.

  Silver looked down into the face of his sleeping mate. He was filthy. Rain mixed in with sweat, and there was no telling how long he’d been running for.

  When they were found, the omegas usually took off with only the clothes on their backs.

  It was difficult to say where he came from, and Silver didn’t even have a name.

  Ajax would have been furious.

  A mate? Really. Silver never thought in a million years…

  He swallowed down the guilt. He tasted the bile and ignored it. He had better things to worry about.

  He flew home. His territory was out of the city, but he wasn’t exactly in an area that had much, if anything, for mountain range.

  He was lucky to get a few sloping hills, but his home was still where his clan resided. It was safe enough. For now.

  Some people would be upset that he’d brought home a stray, but there was nothing to be done for that.

  It took about five minutes to get back. He didn’t live in a mansion by any stretch of the imagination, but his house was of a decent size. The neighboring homes had all been built around it on privately owned land for the rest of his dragons. A few trailers were parked here and there as the omegas had come to live on his territory, away from the humans and other dragons who weren’t so kind.

  Home sweet home. He landed swiftly, pleased when nothing else bright and jagged attempted to come down and strike him while he flew.

  The sky growled at him. Silver wasn’t about to take the risk of staying in the air for too long.

  He rushed to the front door with his mate, pushing it open and slamming it shut with his foot behind him. He’d barely been able to unlock it while holding on to his mate in his arms.

  Fuck. What did he do with him now?

  Silver shook the man. “Wake up.”

  The omega snorted awkwardly, his eyes flying wide as he came to.

  Silver was almost shocked by this. He’d stayed unconscious for the entire flight, turbulence and all, and with one little shake he woke up?

  Unbelievable.

  The omega’s eyes were bright, a shade of pretty amber. Silver liked those eyes.

  The problem was that they were not blue.

  Blue like Ajax’s eyes.

  Then those eyes widened, as if in fear.

  “Where…” He looked around himself. “Where am I?”

  “Can you walk?”

  The man shivered. “Who are you?”

  Silver rolled his eyes. He pushed his shoes off his feet, though he didn’t know why he bothered when he was just going to drip dirty water throughout his house.

  “You are my responsibility from now on.”

  “I am?”

  Silver growled. “Don’t make it out to be so frightening.” He paused. “Can you smell anything on me?”

  Silver could smell it all over this omega. So he should be able to smell it, too.

  “I…I don’t know.”

  A timid little mouse. That’s what he got for a mate. Ajax had been a warrior. They had challenged each other.

  This was a damsel in need of protecting.

  Fucking perfect.

  “Whatever. You stink anyway, and you got the smell on me. I’ll take you to have a shower.”

  He took his mate to the downstairs bathroom. There was a standing shower inside. He turned the water on to a nice, hot temperature, and shoved the man in without another word.

  “Hey!”

  “Shut up.”

  He just saved him. Just found out he had a new mate. Silver wasn’t in a good enough mood to be gentle about this.

  “Get out of your clothes.”

  “Get away from me!”

  So not in the mood for this.

  Silver grabbed him. He quickly stripped the man of his clothes.

  The omega cried out and tried to bat his hands away, but of course that didn’t work.

  Silver merely brought out his claws and cut them away.

  “Stop it! What are you doing?”

  “Relax. They’re torn and bloody anyway. Just shut your mouth and get cleaned up. When your sinuses are clear, I expect you to get a good sniff of me and figure out what I am.”

  He turned to walk away, looking back at the man from the doorway.

  “And what we’re going to do about this.”

  He went to his bedroom first. He expected the omega wouldn’t run. This house was safe. Silver knew how alphas were about nudity because of Ajax, but he wasn’t sure if it was the same with the omegas.

  He didn’t think the man was at risk for running. At least not yet.

  He went upstairs. He didn’t pick out any of Ajax’s old clothes. Instead he found an extra blanket, a pair of shorts, and one of his T-shirts with a bathrobe.

  That should be enough.

  Silver brought the items downstairs, listened in to make sure the shower was still going, took a quick sniff to make sure the man hadn’t left, then went to put on a pot of coffee.

  Would his mate want food? Possibly. After a run like that, Silver imagined any healthy omega would need protein.

  Ajax had eaten more than even Silver had. Especially if it was red meat.

  His chest ached just thinking about him.

  Ajax. What would he think of Silver if he could see what was happening right now?

  He pushed the thought out of his head, and when he heard the shower turn off, he went to the door and knocked.

  “Brought you some clothes.”

  A soft voice called back to him.

  “Thank you.”

  Silver sighed. Maybe he could have handled this a bit better. “I’m going to come in. I’ll leave them on the toilet seat for you.”

  He came in. The glass shower doors were fogged over so he couldn’t see the man.

  A shame. He had a nice body. It was one of the things Silver had taken note of when he’d stripped the man.

  A runner’s body. Which had turned out to serve him well, running away from the Dog Catchers like that.

  Nothing like Ajax. Ajax was…different.

  He put the clothes where he’d said he would, set out a towel, and turned to leave.

  “I’ve got coffee brewing. Your nose all cleared up yet?”

  He’d only meant to go out on a quick flight. To clear his own head.

  He hadn’t expected to find an omega running like that from the Dog Catchers.

  The way the man cried and ran, stuffy sinuses was the only reason he could think of why the omega didn’t pick up on Silver’s scent right away.

  He was proven right by the hesitation, and the even smaller sound to the man’s voice.

  “I’m…fine.”

  Silver snorted.

  “Come on out when you’re ready.”

  He really should just drag the man out and lay down the law. The new rules.

  He didn’t. He wasn’t sure why.

  Just because
the man was his mate and under his protection didn’t mean he was entitled to having Silver care about him.

  He left, poured the coffees, and waited.

  They were damn near cold by the time the little omega came out of the bathroom, clutching the bathrobe around him and glancing around as if he didn’t know what to make of the situation.

  Silver watched him from down the hall. He quickly called out to him. “Over here.”

  The omega jumped, looked Silver’s way, then slowly walked toward him.

  As though he were walking toward a monster.

  Silver was just as annoyed by that. “I won’t bite you.”

  Not yet.

  The omega swallowed, shaking his head. “Dragons aren’t always friendly. That’s all.”

  Silver lifted a brow. He pushed one of the coffee mugs a little closer to the omega.

  “For you. It’s not drugged.”

  “How would I know that for sure?”

  “You wouldn’t, and I’m not about to coddle you either.” God, right about now, he wished he’d taken up the habit of smoking. Ajax had smoked. Said it calmed his nerves.

  Silver really needed some nerves calmed right about now.

  “Some dragons work with the Dog Catchers. I’m not one of them. You’re safe here.”

  “How—”

  “I wouldn’t turn my mate in, all right? Fuck, relax. Stop being a pussy.”

  The omega tensed, then he frowned. The man looked down at the mug of coffee waiting for him, as though seeing it as a challenge before he reached down, picked it up, and started to drink.

  “You can sit down, you know.”

  The omega did.

  He didn’t down the whole mug, but he held it in both hands when he finished taking a couple of sips.

  That spurt of bravery sure hadn’t lasted long.

  “You can smell it on me.”

  The omega blushed. He nodded.

  “And, you know what it means?”