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  The Dragon Warrior's Baby

  Separated by Time:

  Book Two

  A Paranormal Romance

  By Jasmine Wylder

  Table of Contents

  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 Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Further Books in the Separated by Time Series

  About Jasmine Wylder

  Jasmine’s Other Books

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  Chapter One

  Misty

  If ever there was a day when Misty wanted to just curl up in bed and sleep for two weeks straight, it was today. Misty growled under her breath as she parked her car in the space provided for her outside the house she rented with four other girls.

  “I want to quit,” she muttered to herself angrily as she got out of the car.

  The pumps she’d been wearing all day had raised blisters on her heels, even though they weren’t new. Her pantyhose had a giant run behind the knee, which she had only discovered right at the end of her shift. Being secretary at a doctor’s office had seemed like a dream come true when she got the job. After two years of working there, though, she was getting tired of it all. It was a thankless job and today was the worst it had ever been.

  She grumbled all the way up the stairs, kicking her shoes off as soon as she was inside. Luckily, she had gotten out of work early and that meant she could have a nice, long soak in the tub before anybody else got home. She could already imagine the heat on her skin and the dirty fantasies she had been working on all day for this moment.

  As she went to the kitchen for a bottle of wine, though, she froze.

  The house wasn’t empty.

  A man sat at the table. Misty tensed, her hands starting to clench as the man turned a fierce gaze on her. Normally she would have turned around and ran to find a stranger in her house, but this was no stranger. No. He was one of the men that her roommate, Anna, had brought around. One of the men who turned into a fricking dragon right in front of her. This one, Volcant, had been dogging her ever since.

  “What do you want?” she snapped at him, narrowing her eyes and baring her teeth at him.

  Volcant slammed his hand on the table, making her jump. “What is this?”

  Misty glanced at what he was pointing to. Her jaw dropped as she saw it was a few of the websites she had been browsing through lately.

  “What the hell?” she shouted. “What are you doing going through my computer? Which one of my useless roommates let you into my room in the first place?”

  Volcant snorted, his dark black eyes drilling holes into her. It was a shame he was such an asshole, because he was very, very attractive. Dark skin, smooth and taut, a head full of tight curls, lips so kissable it was hard for Misty to drag her eyes away from them. Well… at least, it would be if he wasn’t breaking into her house and going through her computer.

  “Your roommates are hardly your greatest concern right now.” Volcant tapped the papers. “I want to know—”

  “It was Penny, wasn’t it?” Misty snorted. “Of course, it was. Only she would be so naive as to—”

  “You have been researching ways to kill dragons,” Volcant roared, interrupting her.

  Misty folded her arms. As if she’d actually found anything worth reading. It was all about mystical swords and magic arrows. Nothing that could be useful against actual, real dragons. Still, she wasn’t going to let him know that. Not this dragon who was glaring at her as though he might snap her in half right now. She remembered the serpentine bodies, the huge claws and jaws full of wicked-looking teeth.

  “I have every right to defend myself if there is going to be some sort of dragon invasion.”

  Volcant narrowed his eyes at her, as though deciding whether she was being serious or not. “Us dragons have no desire to invade your world. We come from a time well past and we have every intention of staying there.”

  “So far.” Misty rounded the table to retrieve her bottle of wine and a glass. The last thing she needed today was this dumb-bell making her life even more stressful. “But you’ve got magical time-travel portals and Anna told me about your world. You don’t even have flushing toilets. How long is it going to be before you decide that you want electricity and elevators and—”

  “We don’t need to invade in order to build a stupid toilet!”

  As Misty opened her mouth angrily to respond, the front door opened. She shut her mouth with a snap, swiveling to see who it was. One of the younger of the five housemates, Sylvia, stepped into the house. She frowned at Misty’s pumps scattered over the floor and when she looked up to find Misty standing there, she jumped.

  “Oh! I didn’t think anybody would be home… or have friends over.” The lines of disapproval deepened in Sylvia’s gaze as it swept over Volcant.

  Misty nearly cursed aloud. She made herself smile for Sylvia’s sake and hurried to Volcant’s side. “We were just leaving.”

  Sylvia gave her a knowing look, which she ignored. Misty grabbed Volcant’s arm, grabbing the papers off the table as she headed for the door. She slipped on a pair of flip-flops, leaving the pumps where they were, and pulled Volcant out. She looked around, but found no sign of a vehicle for him and so she took him to her car.

  “Preparing for an invasion.” Volcant snorted. “Why prepare for something that won’t happen? Besides, if dragons ever did decide to invade, there isn’t anything you puny little humans could do about it.”

  Misty shoved him into her car and climbed around him into the driver’s seat. She glared at him, teeth bared again. “Puny little humans, maybe not. But I bet a nuke would take care of a dragon no problemo.”

  Volcant frowned at her. He made a humming noise in his throat before he shrugged. “Perhaps we’re approaching this the wrong way. We’re clearly both feeling passionate about the situation… Perhaps we could discuss it more calmly over dinner.

  “Only if you’re paying.”

  “But of course.”

  Misty tried to ignore the way her heart did a little flipping thing at his tone. She couldn’t ignore it when it happened again when she glanced at him to find a cocky grin on his face. Now that he wasn’t in her house violating her privacy, she found herself being sucked in by his charms. And it only got worse when he took her to a fancy restaurant and started telling her about Byrelmore, the kingdom where he and the other dragons came from.

  How long had it been since her las
t conquest? Misty leaned her chin in her hands as Volcant described the silk dress that Anna wore for her wedding to the king, Indulf, in a ceremony in Byrelmore. It sounded like a fairy-tale princess gown. Or queen gown. Because that’s what Anna was now.

  Misty sighed as she finished off a glass of wine. She’d had enough that she could get away with acting slightly more drunk than she was, but not enough to be pulled over by the cops if she drove after this.

  “You know,” she interrupted him. “There is one thing I can say about you dragons… you’re all crazy hot.”

  Volcant grinned back at her. “I was just about to say the same thing about you humans.”

  And then he was kissing her. His tongue flicked over her lower lip and then he took the whole lip into his mouth and suckled on it. Heat burned in Misty’s core as the kiss swirled in her head, more potent than the wine. When Volcant leaned back, giving her a wink, heat rushed to her cheeks. Her lips tingled with desire as the feel of his mouth still lingered on hers.

  “Wh-what was that?” she demanded, but it came out sounding rather weaker than she had intended.

  “That, my dear, was a kiss. It’s what a man does when he meets a lady he is attracted to.” He winked again.

  “Right.” Misty reached for her ice water.

  Volcant caught her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist. “Don’t want to cool this down, do we?”

  Her heart skipped a beat. It had been a while since she last had a fling. This guy was practically the perfect candidate. After all, he was from another time and place. No complications could come of that… right? She tried to remind herself that he wasn’t human, but that only made it more exciting. After all, she loved the dungeons and dragons campaigns that she and her roommates played because it meant they could get into the kinky sex stuff with elves and crap.

  What was normal sex for a dragon?

  She leaned back, glancing over his salt-and-pepper hair and the fine lines etched into the corners of his eyes. She’d had older… unless she hadn’t. “Uh… so…” He kissed up her arm, then suckled on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Misty moaned. “How old are you again?”

  Volcant licked her collarbone. “Five thousand, two hundred and seventy-eight years. Fifty-two centuries. The equivalent to your fifty-two years.”

  Five thousand years old. “That is one hell of an age gap.”

  Volcant moved back. He grinned at her still, his eyes dark. “Does it make a difference? I can scent the lust on your skin. I’ll admit I didn’t expect to take this turn, but I’m headed back to Byrelmore tomorrow. What can go wrong?”

  “Lots,” Misty grumbled, but her body had already made up its mind.

  She leaned forward, her mouth seeking his out hungrily. He responded with a heat that she had rarely known in her own twenty-three years. Heat built inside of her and when Volcant’s hand ran up the inside of her thigh, it nearly drove her crazy. They made love first in the bathroom stall, and then when they got into the car, Volcant wouldn’t let go of her; their second round, nearly fully clothed, was in a parking lot under a broken streetlight.

  When they got to the one-bedroom apartment he was renting, they didn’t even make it to the bedroom. On the floor, on the couch, against the wall, and on the table. Clothes were thrown everywhere, lamps were knocked over, the coffee table was crushed.

  In the morning, Misty dressed quietly while Volcant pulled a blanket over his toned, muscular body. He grinned at her.

  “You know,” he said lazily while she fished her keys out of a fish tank, “you’re never going to find a way to kill a dragon. Humans can’t kill us.”

  Misty snorted at him and rolled her eyes. “Right. Because killing you is on the top of my priority list right now.”

  Volcant yawned and rolled over. “Don’t worry about the door. It’s self-locking.”

  Misty admired the length of his back that was still exposed to her. All muscle and smooth, dark skin. She licked her lips, wondering if she could convince him to go another round, but shook herself. She already ached from their marathon. She needed to get some sleep for tonight. Tomorrow was going to be a long day. So she left quietly, shutting the door behind her before she headed home.

  That was fun. But it was over and that was all there was to it.

  Chapter Two

  Volcant

  The confusing myriad of sights and sounds that always accompanied travel through a portal melted away as Volcant’s feet touched a stone floor. The constant buzz of the future world faded away to a distant memory as the welcome cool, dry view of the travel room, as if had been dubbed, came into view. The familiar scent of Byrelmore infiltrated his nostrils, erasing the completely overwhelming scents of the future world.

  Vilma, a palace mage who had turned out to be the most proficient at opening the time-travel portals, nodded at him in greeting. Sweat dewed over her pale skin, but she still managed a wide smile at him.

  “How did it go?” she pressed.

  Volcant thought about Misty, her curvaceous body in his grasp and the taste of her plump breasts on his tongue and grinned. “Well, my conquest was most successful, if you know what I mean.”

  He winked at Vilma, whose eyes brightened. She toyed with the neckline of her long, powder-blue robes which were cut in a way to emphasize the few curves her slender frame provided.

  “You always have successful conquests, don’t you?” she purred, her hand tugging at her neckline to increase the amount of cleavage shown. “But I have to wonder why those conquests are never closer to home, Volcant. Is it that I simply don’t have fertile enough ground for you to plunder?”

  Volcant hummed under his breath. Vilma was always flirting. As a mage, she aged slower than the average human, but she was about the same age as Misty had been. Unfortunately, Volcant had a strict rule about sampling the local goods. She worked in the palace and that made her off-limits.

  “Alas, fair maid,” he sighed dramatically. “You are far too fertile for this old horse. I could never plow lands that I would want to settle in.”

  He winked, and Vilma giggled. As she opened her mouth, though, there was a soft coughing from the other side of the room. Volcant turned, annoyed with the interruption, to find Hendric. He was one of the lower-ranked guards. A good man and a good dragon, but also a bit of a stick in the mud. His pinched expression told plainly what he thought of the discussion, and Volcant rolled his eyes.

  “Ah, yes. Hendric. You haven’t been doing much farming yourself lately, have you?”

  “You know well why not,” Hendric replied, his voice stiff. “And I don’t think that—”

  “Perhaps,” Vilma interrupted, “I could give you an introductory course. There are many fertile fields that would love for you to plow them, Hendric, and if you—”

  “Mistress Vilma, please.” Hendric’s voice became harder and he narrowed his eyes at the mage for a moment before he turned to Volcant again. “The king wants to see you. It seems to be important, so I would not leave him waiting.”

  Vilma sighed as Volcant nodded and headed for the door. “No. You’d just leave every fair lass waiting wouldn’t you, Hendric?”

  Volcant chuckled to himself as he wound through the corridors to the king’s study. When he arrived, he found that the king wasn’t alone. Indulf held his six-month-old son in his arms as he paced the study, walking back and forth and rocking the baby. Volcant beamed at the sight of the kingdom’s heir. After the heartache Indulf had endured with his former children, it was good to see him with a new child.

  “On babysitting duty, I see,” Volcant teased lightly.

  The expression Indulf gave him was anything but amused. “It’s called parenting, Volcant.”

  Volcant straightened at the serious look on his king’s face. “You wished to see me?”

  “Yes. You’ve been using the time portals without permission and I want to know why.”

  Volcant tensed at the underlying anger in Indulf’s voice. He glanced at the
baby before squaring his shoulders. The king wouldn’t dare get too angry with him, not when he had the little one to think of. Considering what Volcant had been doing and why, now would be the best time to tell him.

  “It is my duty, as head of your security, to defend the kingdom. If I am going to do that, then I have to find the assassins that killed the former queen, before they have a chance to strike again. Especially now that you have a new mate and child.”

  Indulf’s nostrils flared, but no smoke came from them, indicating that he had already suspected this. Volcant waited for him to speak. His own fires leapt higher, ready to argue against the king for what he had been doing. It wasn’t exactly against orders, but he already knew Indulf didn’t want him stirring up more trouble. There had been neither hide more hair of the assassins in centuries; they knew that the assassins had taken Indulf’s infant daughter, Wildref, to the future where she now lived as a young woman named Katrina, but what the assassins had actually been after was still a mystery.

  “Your place is not to track down those assassins,” Indulf said slowly. “Your place is to stay in the palace and keep security here. I have other people looking into the assassins; Given the way you have been behaving, I’m not convinced that is the reason you keep going to the future, anyway.”

  “What do you—”

  “I can smell the human all over you, Volcant. And it’s not the first time. You are drawn to the human women of the future. Gods know why you find them more attractive than the women in the here and now—”

  “Your mate is from the future.”

  Indulf grunted. “And I didn’t choose to be with her because of that. Can you say the same?”

  “I don’t see why it is any concern of yours. You are my king, not my keeper.” Volcant growled out, fighting to keep his voice level for fear of disturbing his prince. A tendril of smoke rose from his nostrils and he sucked in a deep breath, holding the smoke in his lungs. “My private life—”