Private Hunger

Private Hunger

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by Sean Michael
     
 
Matthew is taking a break before going to university, working at a cafe in Seattle. He's expecting to spend a few months meeting people, having fun and generally living it up before hitting the books.

Then he meets Drakon, a passionate, masculine man with an animal magnetism that draws Matthew in. When Drakon offers Matt a job, he thinks the man is full of shit.

Overview

Matthew is taking a break before going to university, working at a cafe in Seattle. He's expecting to spend a few months meeting people, having fun and generally living it up before hitting the books.

Then he meets Drakon, a passionate, masculine man with an animal magnetism that draws Matthew in. When Drakon offers Matt a job, he thinks the man is full of shit. But it soon turns out to be an offer he can't refuse. As Matthew moves in with Drakon on his country estate, he slowly finds himself cut off from the world. He begins to wonder if that animal magnetism is more literal than figurative and he thinks maybe Dragon would be a better name for his new lover.

His only friend seems to be Dhttps://www.lightningsource.com/LSISecure/Images/btnSave.gifrakon's butler, Wetthers, an old man with a gentle demeanor and a sympathetic ear. But even Wetthers can't save him from the near-obsessive need he has for Drakon, or from the danger that lurks right on the edge of his new life. Soon, Matt begins to wonder if he'll ever have the will to tell Drakon no. About anything.

Will Matthew stay with the man he's growing to love once he discovers Drakon's long-lived, carefully guarded secret?

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781934166987
Publisher:
Torquere Press
Publication date:
03/28/2007
Pages:
204
Product dimensions:
5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.43(d)

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Drakon was out hunting.

Quite unusual for him really, as it was day; he preferred to do his hunting under the moon's light.

Some odd twist of the stars or something had him out, though, restless and growly, belly rumbling, cock half-hard and rubbing against his leggings.

He wouldn't change yet, it took the fun out of the hunt, tipped the scales too far in his direction. Not that they weren't already tipped.

He let his instincts lead him deeper into the woods, moving further and further away from his Estate.

He moved closer to the road, scenting ... something. Fear? Pain? Panic?

The trees opened to a clearing, and he found three people, one held still by the second while the third landed one blow after another. He growled. Well, that didn't seem quite fair. And on his grounds to boot.

He sprang into the clearing. "Unhand him."

"Unhand him? Look you fucking freak, whether this pansy ass gets beat or not ain't your business."

He growled again. It was personal now, and these two thugs were about to become dinner.

A knife came out, the beaten man slumping to the ground as he was dropped. Two men advanced upon him, sweating and angry, full of rage.

Oh, this was going to be fun. They wouldn't taste the nicest, but the fight they'd put up should be more than worth it. He growled, fingers growing claws as he swung, taking the knife bearer across the chest and leaving four deep grooves.

"Jesus Christ!" The man screamed, taking a step back, shaking his head.

Drakon threw back his head and laughed. "He can't help you now."

Another swing caught the second man in the throat, leaving him to fall to the ground, bleedingout.

The first man turned to run, legs pumping as he tore into the trees. Drakon gave chase, letting the man think he had a chance before bringing him down with a deep bite to the back of the neck.

Drakon let the beast out, devouring this one whole before going back to finish off the other. The taste and smell of blood made him roar and feast, growling. They tasted sharp and stringy, but he'd had worse.

When the feeding frenzy eased, he heard the sounds of retching, the wounded man having crawled a few feet away.

He caged the beast once more, cleaning himself on the tattered remains of his shirt and approached the last man cautiously.

He recognized the red curls and long, thin nose, the bright yellow-green eyes, even swollen and bruised--the boy from the coffee shop. His new pet.

Anger filled him, and if they had still been alive, or even just uneaten, he would have torn the two attackers to pieces. As it was, he had the satisfaction of having protected his own.

Bending, he picked the boy up. A soft sob filled the air, the boy curling into his arms.

"It's okay, my Pet," he murmured, stroking the boy softly. "You're safe now."

He would bring his Pet home.

The soft, hot cheek rested against him, the trust instinctive, true. As it should be.

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Private Hunger 3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 44 reviews.
TRS821 More than 1 year ago
I have read quite a few dragon-shifter books in the past few years and this one was not one of the better ones. The writing was decent but the storyline failed to develop very far. I felt there were so many missed opportunities to develop the characters that it weighed down the story. A bit more history on any of the three main characters might have turned this story around. As it was, it became very predictable and repetitious quickly. More background on the dragon would have been great and given insight as to the lore of the man and his nature. The butler/manservant/caretaker seemed to always be on the edge of being an excellent source of information as to the backstory, but never got that far. He was supposed to be a sympathetic aide to the young man, but was hindered by muddy motivation. And the young man lead ended up just being a pretty sex toy. All in all, I think my expectations were too high, and I just didn't connect enough with any of the leads to make this worth re-reading.
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