Of all the creatures I could have accidentally mate bonded with, did it have to be a dragon slayer? I never let my dragon take control. Never. Distraught after the death of a friend, I made a mistake… Finding a beautiful, broken viking on the verge of death in the middle of a forest, all of my instincts screamed at me to save him. My dragon wouldn’t have it any other way. For two-thousand years I’ve saved my mating fire, waiting for fate to bring me true, binding love. But with this stranger only a breath away from the afterlife, I didn’t have a choice. I can’t really be mated to a dragon slayer, can I? There has to be a way to break this bond before his brothers come looking for him or mine realize what I’ve done. The only problem is, the more time I spend with the captivating, big hearted man, the more I think that fate might have had a hand in things after all… Is he feeling it too, or am I about to get burned?