Storm was just about to take a bite of his burger when he spotted his brother walking towards him. Tide grinned as they locked eyes. He weaved between tables. “Did I read that right?” he asked as he took a seat.

“Read what right?” Storm took that big bite, tasting ground venison, fresh tomato, and pure goodness. Tide looked at him like his hair had just turned purple or something. "What?" Storm asked around his food.

“You signed up for the hunt? You?” His brother didn’t give him a chance to talk. “Mister I love to fuck around. Mister I’m never settling down. You of all dragons.”

Storm shrugged. “I’m bored, so I thought I’d try it.”

“Bored?” Tide shook his head. “You do realize that you’ll be expected to try to win a female if you actually capture one…”

“What do you mean ‘if’?” Storm snorted. “Of course, I’ll catch one. I quite like the idea of a hunt. Of capturing a sweet human.” He licked his lips and it had nothing to do with the barbeque sauce clinging there.

“Of mating one?” Tide cocked his head, looking skeptical.

“Fuck no!” Storm put down his burger. “I see how pussy-whipped the three of you are. You!” he snorted. “You’re the worst of my brothers and I never expected it. Not from you. Torrent, okay fine, but you…” He shook his head. Tide had always been with him on this until he’d met Doctor Meghan. “Look,” Storm had to smile, “your female is mighty fine. She—”

Tide growled, his eyes narrowing.

Storm had to laugh. “See what I mean? I can’t even say something about Meghan without you getting all bristly. She’s my sister-in-law, I would never go there.”

Tide looked at him hesitantly. “Let’s leave my mate out of this. If you take part in the hunt and capture a female, you will be expected to win and mate her. If you’re not ready for that, then you shouldn’t take part.”

Storm leaned back in his chair. “I’ll win her and have a little fun with her. Then I’ll send her packing.”

“That would be a dick thing to do.” Tide shook his head. “Even you should know that.”

“I would be completely honest with her. I always am. I’d give her a chance to try to convince me to settle down.” Not that she would be able to…ever. “I’d let her use whatever techniques she saw fit to try.” He bobbed his brows.

Tide tossed out a laugh. “You’re full of shit. You really are.”

“No.” He shook his head. “It is what it is. What harm can it do?”

"No female is going to agree to that. You can forget it. They join this program in order to meet and mate with us. Not to fool around. You're within your rights as an eligible male to take part, but I wouldn't recommend taking this stance. Whomever you end up winning is going to be pissed off.”

"Don't be too sure, you haven't seen me through the eyes of a female." Females loved him. They loved the way his dark hair contrasted with his amethyst eyes. They loved his muscles. Loved his cock even more. He only needed to click his fingers on a stag run, and the females would come running. Two females had even fought over him once. There'd been scratching and hair pulling, the whole nine yards. "No female would turn down some fun with me. I guarantee it. Plus, I did say she could try to change my mind.”

“Isn’t that a two-way street though?”

“I’ll try as well, I’ll try plenty…and I’ll make the stay worth her while.” He’d use his tongue, his hands and most certainly his cock. Storm planned to try really, really hard to please the female before sending her on her away.

Tide sat back in his chair. “To think I was just like you once. Your good looks will only get you so far. Trust me, I know. After that…you can forget it. No human female is going to fall for your shit for very long. You might even end up being the one who falls on their face.”

It was Storm’s turn to look at his brother like he had lost his mind. Not happening! “Let’s wait and see.” Storm picked his food back up and took another big bite.

“It would be so funny if you ended up mated.” Tide grinned, looking smug.

Storm couldn’t help but laugh. It was hard to do with a mouth full of food, but he managed anyway. “Not happening, bro.”

Not a chance.