Bound Series Trilogy: A Fantasy Reverse Harem

by Eve Newton

  Only the most forbidden man in all the Realms.

  As my Guardian, the Dragon who balances my Power to keep me steady, to keep the volatile and aggressive Dragon inside me calm, he is off-limits with regard to any interaction outside of my Dragon needs. He will never be deemed suitable enough for me to marry, yet he is the only one I can see myself being with. I don’t know these other Dragons well enough. They don’t interact with me much, and I gave up trying ages ago. I guess the Dragon Princess is supposed to be all aloof and shit.

  So not my style.

  Deciding to risk it, I leave my feet bare and pick up the hem of my long, black dress. I scamper across the cold stone floor, pulling open the door to my bedroom, only to run headlong into Uncle D as I flee my bedroom for a sexy, forbidden tryst. What are the odds? I mean seriously, for fuck’s sake.

  “Delinda,” he murmurs to me, grabbing me by my upper arms. He is a giant of a man. Seven-foot-tall and as wide as three of me put together. He has a shock of dark hair and glowing green eyes which turn red when he Shifts to his enormous, fifty-foot-tall Black Dragon. He is a very handsome man, and Emperor of the Dragon Realms, yet he remains unattached and completely uninterested in any females, by all accounts. Hence, why I am here.

  “Might I have a quick word?” He frowns down at me, probably wondering where in the Hell I am going in my bare feet at this hour, but he doesn’t say anything as he ushers me back into my room and shuts the door.

  “I have brought your mother here,” he states, giving me a searching look.

  “Oh?” I ask, trying to contain my glee. “Why?” It can’t be good. I feel I am about to get a lecture. Again.

  “You need her here. She has been absent from your life, and, while I do not regret my decision to bring you here, perhaps, I should have considered your need for your mother more.”

  I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing at his slightly confused expression by this admission. I just blink at him, as I get myself under control and then say, “Thank you. I do miss her.”

  “I know,” he says, his searching look softening slightly. “There are trying times ahead, Delinda. You need her guidance now, more than ever. She is sleeping off the time shift, but will be awake shortly, I am sure.”

  I bob my head, holding my breath as he takes his leave.

  Once the door is closed, I bounce up and down and clap my hands in delight. I miss my mother so much; I can’t believe she is here now to spend time with me. She has never come here before, not wanting to be away from her other daughters, Arathia and Savannah, and then later CJ and the twins. I have always had to visit her, and only for short bursts. However, her attention was so divided, I might as well not have been there. This is so much better. I will have her all to myself. Well, Papa and I will have her all to ourselves. This is the perfect opportunity to learn from her, glean what drives her to love more than one. Her journals, that I discovered in an old trunk in the attic at her Castle in Tuscany, don’t really tell me much about what goes on in her head deep down. And, hopefully, there will be an opportunity where I can ask her again about my birth father and, this time, get a fucking answer from her about it.

  Feeling happy and light-hearted, I open the door and peek outside. All is quiet, so I flit across to the stairs and take them quickly and quietly. The need to see To’Kah now is burning through me, and I need a release.

  I make it to the ground floor without encountering anyone. Then, I veer off to the passageway that leads to To’Kah’s room. All of the Guardians are near one another, so I creep past three doors before I am standing in front of To’Kah’s.

  I knock lightly.

  It opens suddenly and To’Kah is standing there, completely naked. He has a curious look on his face that turns to one of burning lust as he sees me.

  He grabs my hand silently and drags me into his room. He closes the door quickly and leans against it.

  “Delinda, what are you doing here?” he asks with a wicked glint in his dark eyes, shoving his long, black hair out of his face.

  I rake my gaze over his rock-hard body. His skin is the color of caramel, and his abs make my mouth water. My gaze lingers on his enormous cock, which is stirring under my heated look.

  “I want you,” I say simply, and it really doesn’t take any more than that.

  He swoops down on me, gathering my slight frame in his strong arms, almost crushing me as he gives me a fervent kiss that makes my knees weak. He picks me up and carries me to the bed, placing me gently on the edge on my feet. I am level with him, staring into his eyes as he is with me.

  “Such a pretty green,” he murmurs to me, cupping my face.

  I smile seductively at him. I adore compliments, of any kind, but especially ones to do with my looks. He knows it and indulges me.

  “So beautiful,” he adds, lowering his gaze to take in my body.

  I give him something more to look at as I Astral off my dress, removing it magickly, so that I am naked in his arms.

  His breath hitches as he takes in my full breasts, flat stomach and bare mound. I grip the back of his neck and leap up to wrap my long, lean legs around him. He lowers us to the bed gently, conscious of the fact that he is so much bigger and taller than me. He doesn’t want to hurt me, but the reality is that he actually couldn’t. I am stronger than he is. I revel in it, knowing that I could kick his ass, but at the same time, loving that he chooses to ignore it to make me feel like a china doll to be handled with care.

  “You shouldn’t be here,” he whispers to me.

  “I know,” I reply with a sigh, stroking his face, “But I can’t keep away.”

  “Your uncle will kill me if he finds you here,” he says, seriously.

  “Don’t be a downer,” I pout at him. “I came here to fuck, not get all depressed.”

  He chuckles at me. “I am touched that you care so much about my safety, Princess.”

  I shrug. It’s a sore subject for me. Uncle D wants me to be “pure” on my wedding night. But that ship sailed a long time ago, with the very Dragon in my arms right now, straining to be inside me. If he ever found out, he would kill us both. Apart from the fact that To’Kah is my Guardian and I should not fraternize with “the help”, there is no chance, in any universe, where he would accept him as a possible suitor for me. And neither would my mother, I remember with a grimace. I sigh and struggle to get up. I am suddenly not in the mood anymore.

  “Oh no,” he says, latching onto my nipple with his hot mouth and proceeding to get me all riled up. He gives me a wicked smile as he moves his mouth to mine. “You don’t get to come here, work a Dragon up with your beauty and nakedness and then bail. It’s rude.”

  I snicker. “Well, far be it from me to offend your delicate sensibilities.” I lie back down, feeling the desire wash over me again as I feel his cock pressing against me.

  He ducks his head and attends to my other nipple, before he places little kisses all the way down my stomach until he reaches my pussy. He breathes in deeply, his eyes closed and then he licks me, all the way up my slit before he flicks his tongue over my clit, causing me to shudder and crave more.

  Of all the men I have bedded over the last few years, To’Kah is the only one who can make me feel like this. Blissed out with just a simple touch. It makes me wonder if that is what your Chosen One is supposed to do? I will have to ask Mother if that is what Father does to her. Once I get over the ick factor of that question, of course. If it turns out that To’Kah is my Chosen One, then Uncle D will have no choice but to let us be together. It is worth exploring.

  Tomorrow.

  Right now, I just want him to keep fucking my pussy with his tongue, then nipping my clit with his teeth, before he plunges his tongue back inside me.

  “Fuck!” I cry out, forgetting about being quiet, as an orgasm, the likes of which I have never experienced before, rocks through me. My body has gone hot. My blood is rushing through my veins and straight to my clit, making me sweat as I shudder with pure ecstas
y.

  He clamps his massive hand over my mouth, rearing up over me with a stern look. “Put that mouth to better use,” he mutters to me and releases his hand. I give him a salacious look and lick my lips. I love sucking him off. He is so huge, I can barely fit him in my mouth. It excites me, knowing that I can bring him to his knees with just a few licks.

  I loosely grip his shaft and close my mouth over his tip. He groans in delight, pushing his hand into my hair, fisting it tightly in his ardor. He rocks his hips, trying to fuck my mouth, but I stop him with a hand on his thigh. He grunts, but stops, allowing me to continue at my pace. This is my time to please him, and I will do it as I see fit. I would never dictate to him how to please me. He knows how to do it without any instruction.

  I suck him. Hard. It has him groaning and starting to pant. He is stiff in my hand as I slide my fingers up and down him, not quite jerking him off, as I try to take as much of him in my mouth as I can.

  “Delly, please,” he chokes out.

  I grin to myself. He is all about protocol, even when we are alone, so when he calls me that, I know he is coming undone. I want to feel his cum shooting into my mouth. I want to taste it before I swallow every last drop, but more than that, I want him inside me. I let him go, and, untangling my hair from his fist, I climb on top of him.

  He opens his eyes as I run my hands over his eight-pack abs, his skin so smooth he could be made from marble.

  “Fuck, you are gorgeous,” I murmur to him as I grind down on his cock, letting him feel how wet I am.

  His hands go to my breasts, covering them completely in spite of their ample size. He squeezes gently, encouraging me to ride him. “So are you,” he whispers back. “Ride me now, my Noble One.”

  I gasp. I love it when he calls me that. It is what my name means, and it sends a shiver over me every time someone says it. It makes me feel Powerful and proud and so turned on, I practically cream myself.

  I rise up and grab his cock, guiding it into me. I groan as he fills me up with very little effort. I push down, spreading my legs wider to allow him deeper access. “Fuck,” I moan, closing my eyes and throwing my head back as I feel every inch of him inside me. I steady myself with my hands on his chest and start to move. Slowly. I want to savor this. He grabs my hips, trying to force me to ride him harder. But I bat his hands away, leaning down to press my lips to his, slipping my tongue into his mouth with a soft gasp as he hits my G-spot.

  “Oh,” I cry out against his mouth, moving over him quicker now. I can’t help it. I just want to fuck the living daylights out of him.

  He knows this as he grabs my hips again, and then slams me back to the bed, pinning me under his weight as he pounds into me. I make a noise of protest, but he shakes his head at me.

  “You have done enough work for tonight, Princess,” he says. “The honor is all mine now.”

  I can’t argue with that. I lie back and wrap my legs around him, shoving him even deeper into me. I shudder as the first wave of, what I know is going to be a Realm-shattering orgasm, rips through me.

  He wraps his arms around me and relentlessly rams into me again and again, as I climax for him twice. Three times. Four. Five.

  I am aiming for a sixth before he has let go.

  “Shit!” I exclaim, as my pussy clenches around him again, milking him now to the point of no return.

  “Oh, Delly,” he groans as he scrunches his eyes closed and shoots his load into me, pushing down on my hips, so he can get even deeper into me. “Nothing feels as good as this.”

  I have to agree.

  “I will miss it when we can’t do it anymore. I will miss you.” He drops his forehead to mine, panting quietly.

  I glare up at him. How dare he? Not only has he doused my post-fuck bliss in a big way, he has also assumed that I am going to dump him as soon as I am married. I have no intention of doing that. If Mother gets to have her cake and eat it, why the fuck can’t I? I am not losing this just because my uncle has decided I have to be with someone else.

  He glares back at me, daring me to comment. Challenging me to refute what he is saying.

  When I don’t take him on, he sighs. “If you find your Chosen One, Princess, you won’t need me anymore.”

  “What if you are my Chosen One?” I spit out at him, pushing him off me. “I know you feel what I do. Who is to say that it isn’t because of Fate?”

  He sighs and shakes his head. “What we feel is our connection, because I am your Guardian,” he argues. “I have bonded with your Dragon, and She has with me. Nothing more.”

  He is grim-faced as if he is trying to convince himself of this.

  “Well, I am not so sure,” I say, flouncing off the bed. “And I am going to speak to my uncle about this.”

  He flies off the bed and grabs my arm, spinning me around to face him.

  “Don’t,” he says, shaking his head. “You cannot speak of this to anyone, especially not to him.”

  I know he is afraid of the consequences, but I can protect him. I shrug my shoulders as the Dragon marking on my back is swooping violently, as if in protest. But to what? Telling, or not telling?

  He turns me around silently, seeing my discomfort, and he runs his hands down my back. She stills as suddenly as She came to life under his gentle touch.

  “See what I mean?” I say quietly. “Only you can do this to me.”

  “Because I am your Guardian,” he insists. “It is what I was born to do.”

  “Don’t cheapen it,” I scold him. “It’s more than that.”

  I hear him sigh and then he kisses the nape of my neck. But he doesn’t say anything else.

  I turn and he crushes me to him.

  We stand twined around each other for a long while. I know what he says is probably true, but I don’t want it to be. I want to cling to the hope that we can somehow be together, out in the open.

  “You should go,” he says eventually, pulling away slightly. “It’s late.”

  I just nod and Astral my dress back on.

  He grabs my hand and kisses it with a small smile, before he opens his door and peers out.

  He gives me a nod to say it’s all clear and I duck out around him, wishing with all my heart, that I could stay the rest of the night in his arms.

  ~TO’KAH~

  I close the door quietly and lean against it. I wish that Delinda would listen to me about this. I know exactly how this will end if she pursues it. I should be stronger, push her away, but how can I when I love her so much?

  I sigh and sink to the bed, putting my head in my hands. I can’t believe that I am making this mistake again. Only, this time, it’s much, much worse.

  I was never in love with Aefre, but I wanted her. Desperately. Especially as I knew she wanted me too. The thing is, Remiel didn’t take too kindly to me being her Guardian. It didn’t matter to me that he was her Chosen One; they weren’t together at the beginning. But he made sure that I never went near her again after that last time back on Earth. I wasn’t interested in seeing if he was prepared to follow through with his threat to throw me into the fire pit if I ever touched his Chosen One again. Tiamat happened to agree, so I was left at a loose end. That is, until the True Heir was revealed.

  Now, I am making the same mistake with his daughter. How could I be so fucking stupid?

  “Because she is gorgeous, sweet, kind, funny, the True Heir and her body does things to me that no other woman, human or Dragon, ever has,” I mutter out loud, to convince myself of the reasons.

  I shake my head. No. This has to end. Next time I see her, I will end it. I don’t know how I will still be her Guardian after being so intimate with her, but I will have to make it work. I can’t lose Her. I have bonded with the Noble One on a level so base, it scares me. I need Her. I don’t think I could take my next breath if I didn’t have Her in my life. I know the difference between my feelings for Delinda and my feelings for the Dragon inside her. I love Delinda, but I am utterly devoted to Her. I will never a
bandon Her. I hope that I am never forced to abandon Her. Delinda’s idea of going to her Uncle about us, is a bad one. A really, really bad one. She simply cannot out us. It will be a disaster. I know she loves me and wants to be with me, as much as I want to be with her, but this relationship is doomed. Dracul will never let us be together, no matter what Delinda tells him.

  I am not good enough to marry her.

  I am considered ‘staff’, not a Dragon of pure enough blood to be considered as a suitor. It pisses me off because I am more powerful than any other Dragon in this Realm, with the exception of the royals. My powers have even surpassed those of my father, who was Tiamat’s Guardian. He now deals with Dracul, but I was the one that was chosen to be the True Heir’s Guardian. Me. My blood is as pure as they come, it has to be to even be considered for this position. And yet, my position is my disadvantage in this case.

  I quit my lamenting for a moment, to stand up and get dressed. I need to find Delinda to talk her out of this course of action she has plotted out. I am not her Chosen One. I know that. She knows that, but she doesn’t want to accept it. What she feels when I touch her is the bond I have with Her. It eclipses anything and everything. I feel whole when I have my hands on her and when I take the Dragon in to balance Her, it is like nothing in this Realm, or the next one. It arouses me to the point that I think my cock is going to burst. It makes my head spin, my heart thud in my chest, my blood roar through my veins. It is like the best orgasm I have ever had, multiplied by a hundred. And Delinda has given me some fine orgasms over the last six years. Man, what that woman can do to a man. I shake my head as I am getting turned on again just thinking about her. Unfortunately, it leads to thoughts of taking Her, in Dragon form, on the highest cliff top, ravaging Her, mating with Her, showing Her just what I feel for Her.

  A shiver brushes over my skin.

  I blink, pushing the erotic thoughts away. Delinda has never done that, and I doubt that she will ever do that with me. I have never asked, and now I can’t. She is due to be married soon and that will be the complete end of our relationship.