Into the Fire (Night Prince, #4)

by Jeaniene Frost

“If you think this is impressive, I know a fellow whose wife can shape-shift into an actual dragon. I ache with envy at the thought of shagging one of those.” My jaw dropped. “You’d seriously bang a dragon?” “Oh, for days,” he responded at once. “Can you imagine the Internet videos? I’d be a bloody legend.”

Ian gave me an aggravated look. “Can’t shag your sister, can’t shag your friend, can’t shag you, can’t shag Vlad. If I wanted to be this sexless and miserable, I’d get married.”

Honestly, old vampires were the supernatural equivalent of human flashers sometimes. They just couldn’t stop themselves from showing other people what they had and how capable they were of using it.

“That’s love for you,” I heard Ian say. “Glad I’m too corrupt to fall victim to that form of intelligence lobotomy.” “I hope you fall head over heels for someone who insists on monogamy!” I called out

“We’ll just rename the dungeon the time-out room.”