Dragon Lords Volume 1: BBW Fantasy Romance Bundle

by Lyra Valentine

  He didn’t expect her to plunge into the loch, fire gold hair streaming behind her like the tail of a comet.

  He cursed as she rushed downward, and he thought he felt Birro rumble a chuckle against his legs. The mad girl had jumped into the water, rather than to him. It was unheard of for someone chosen and caught to keep fighting.

  Though, he reasoned, he hadn’t exactly caught her. She was free until he touched her. She’d simply decided to not make it easy on him.

  He quickly loosened the straps holding him to the saddle. The dragon rumbled and turned his head to question him. Dungan slipped off the dragon’s back and plunged toward the loch.

  The cold water stole the breath from his lungs. He could see the surface above him. The girl, too, though she struggled to reach it. Her legs were tangled in her skirts. He sliced powerful arms and legs through the water and grabbed hold of the back of her dress, dragging her upwards with him.

  They surfaced, sputtering, just in time for another crash of water to tumble over them. Birro stuck his head above the water, and focused a large green eye on them. Dungan grinned. The dragon looked for any excuse for a swim.

  “What in the bloody flame do you think you’re doing?” The woman screamed at him. She brushed wet curls out of her eyes.

  Dungan was taken aback. Where was the thank you, the swooning? “I saved you, you fool girl!” He shouted back.

  “I didn’t need any saving!” She splashed a wave of water into his face.

  Dungan grabbed her wrists before she could splash him again. He shivered the moment their skin touched. Sparks ran between them, drawing a gasp from her lips. Something feral and possessive stirred in his chest. This woman was his. He’d found her, and caught her.

  “What is your name?” He demanded.

  Her marvelous blue eyes glared daggers at him. “Marnie Allaway,” she said between clenched teeth.

  “Marnie Allaway, I choose you for the Mating Moon Run.” There, the words were said.

  Her eyes widened, and he couldn’t keep up with the emotions that flashed through them. Anger slipped into confusion turned into surprise. “You’re making a mistake. You want Layla McAlister. My mum said so,” she stuttered.

  He pulled her closer and looked down into her eyes. “I want you. Now, will you please get on my dragon so we can get out of this cold loch before we freeze?”

  He whistled for Birro, and the huge dragon paddled closer. Water streamed down his sides, and dried on his body. Steam rose in the air above him. “This is Birro,” Dungan introduced with pride lacing his voice.

  Marnie cast suspicious eyes between the dragon and Dungan. “And who are you?”

  “I’m Dungan Rutherford, Dragon Lord of Castle Sherwin.”

  He expected more of a reaction from her than a gruff, “Oh.” Birro rumbled with laughter, and stuck his snout under the water to blow bubbles around them.

  Dungan busied himself with catching and pulling down one of the reins. He scaled Birro’s body, and settled himself in the saddle before throwing the leather strip down to Marnie. “Hold on, and I’ll pull you up,” he said.

  She wrapped the leather around her hands, but didn’t wait for his help. He muttered a curse. He had to admit she was far more self-reliant than most women. He should have known she could climb well, if he found her on the cliffside.

  He hauled her the last few inches, and pulled her across his lap. He settled his arms around her and took the reins up in his hands. “Hold on to the saddle front,” he breathed into her ear.

  With Marnie settled, he kneed Birro forward. The red dragon unfurled his large wings, water dripping from the clawed tips. He sliced through the water and beat his wings at the same time. Marnie heaved forward as Birro took off. She squeaked with the motion, and turned into his chest.

  She fit perfectly in his arms, as if she’d been made to be there. Her legs draped over one side of Birro, and she buried her face in his chest to protect against the streams of her hair and the cold of the wind. Heat roared through his veins, fighting against the bite of the wind even though he was just as soaked.

  Birro made their travel short, and soon they landed on their ledge. Castle Sherwin was built into the side of a great mountain, with ledges for the dragons that led into quarters for the riders. As befitting the Dragon Lord, he occupied the largest chambers at the top, with a view over his territory.

  She slipped from his arms and landed on her feet. Her dress clung wetly to her curves, though he tried to keep his eyes elsewhere. He dropped down next to her. She was tiny compared to the usual dragon rider.

  Her curls hung limply around her face. They were darker when wet, but the red gold was still plain to see. Her eyes flashed at him, and he wasn’t sure if it was anger, indignation, or something more. He was staring again. “Do you want to dry off? There are towels in the bathing room.”

  Chapter Three

  Marnie let Dungan show her to the bathing room. She used the time to calm her nerves. A hateful part of her still said there was some trick being played. She knew Layla McAlister had a dragon rider brother. Perhaps this was all her driving home the point that no one desired her as a wife, and Dungan would make a mockery of her in front of others.

  She picked a fluffy towel from the shelves built into the stone walls. The tub was a pool carved into the floor, and she didn’t want to imagine how long it must take to draw a bath at this height above ground. Though, she thought, with a dragon able to breath fire, it would be easy enough to warm back up.

  Her fingers were stiff from the chill of their swim and their dragon back ride. She smiled, and paused from undoing the laces on her bodice. She did a little twirl across the open floor. Even though her skirts clung to her legs, she never felt fancier. She figured the closest to a dragon she would ever get was taming one of the firestarters. Now the Dragon Lord himself had chosen her.

  The thought made her stop. She looked down her body and saw the imperfections. Her breasts were too full. Her stomach was too soft and round. Her waist was wide and meant for childbearing, but her thighs weren’t as slim as other girls’. The hateful part surged back and told her she was a fool. Dungan was simply doing his duty, and wouldn’t enjoy it one bit. Numbly, she hung her dress over a rack to dry.

  Marnie emerged with a thick towel wrapped around her waist. She wore one of his shirts, though it hung long on her legs. She tied the laces in the front, but there was no mistaking she was a woman. “There weren’t any bottoms that would fit me,” she muttered.

  She found Dungan pacing the chamber just outside the bathing room. He was well into a goblet of wine. He started when he saw her, and she frowned. Was she so awful he needed to drink beforehand?

  He poured her a measure, and she took the goblet in her hands. He poured himself another glass, and took a sip.

  She tried to steady her voice. It wasn’t as if this was the first time she would be with a man. Only the first time with a dragon rider. “Why did you pick me?”

  She turned from him, afraid to hear the answer, and walked closer to the ledge. Her stomach flipped at the distance to the ground, so she focused on the landscape in front of her. She’d never seen the world from so high. Everything looked so tiny and insignificant. Was that how the dragon riders viewed the crofters?

  “I don’t take kindly to being told what to do. You weren’t anything like the others, and it intrigued me. I’d rather go after someone willing to put an effort into being caught than someone expecting it.”

  Her fingers tightened on the stem of her goblet. She hadn’t expected it, that was why she chose to go her own way. No one in her croft wanted her, which meant surely no dragon rider would choose her. But this man wanted her, because she made her own path.

  “I didn’t think the wine was that bad, to be honest,” he said behind her.

  She turned and found him close. Too close. She took a halting step back, and found herself pressed against a wall. There was no where left to go.

  He lifted
a hand to her face and brushed back a piece of her hair. It wasn’t out of place, and she suspected he just wanted an excuse to touch her. Panic faded from her body, and she found herself smiling. She lifted her face to look into his eyes. The green irises sparked fiercely.

  He had a wonderful face cut from hard planes that were soft enough to not be severe. His body was something the men from her croft would envy, and make crude remarks about the girls who favored a man of his physique.

  His fingers lingered on her cheek, and she was lost in his eyes. She took a small step forward into his embrace. He took the invitation and caught her chin with his fingers to meet her lips.

  Marnie moaned small and quiet into Dungan’s mouth. He assaulted her senses with his lips. Full and firm, his lips held onto her own. He groaned, and his hands drove into the mess of her wet curls, clinging to the back of her neck and tilting her head upward. His tongue probed at the seam of her lips, and she didn’t argue. The first brush of his questing tongue against hers sent lust surging through her body.

  He was decadent. A mixture of their drinks and her favorite berries, somehow. She was so distracted by the feel of his mouth on hers, that she barely registered his hand slipping from her neck and down her spine. He reached her ass, and pulled her closer to his body.

  She gave an aching cry when she realized what was caught between them. He was hard already, and she could feel the length of him against her belly. She was no innocent; she grew up with crofters and craftsmen, and felt the lust induced by mating dragons, but none of her young experiments made her feel as Dungan did. Her hands roamed over his hard chest and solid shoulders. None felt like Dungan.

  His teeth caught her lower lip in a sharp bite, then his tongue flowed over to sooth the hurt. Heat ran straight to her clit and pulsed in the tiny nub. With a groan, she leaned into him.

  His lips brushed hers again, and she immediately opened for him. He took the opportunity and his tongue dipped between her lips to tangle with hers. Stroking her wetly and slowly, her body almost screamed out in delight. She pulled him even closer, needing to hold on to something as the world threatened to slip away.

  She ground her hips into him, eliciting a growl from deep within him. She pressed again, and felt a buzz run through her veins. He was big, bigger than any of the men she’d tumbled with before. Excitement sent another jolt through her spine, and her nipples tightened against her shirt.

  He broke away, his breath coming in pants. His thick eyelashes shielded his eyes. “By the gods, how did no one else chase after you?”

  She glowered. He was mocking her now? He’d caught her, and she was more than willing to meet her part of the Run, but there was no need to jest about her status. But, she reasoned, he didn’t know the everyday happenings of every croft. He had no idea. “No one wants me,” she said stiffly.

  “I do,” he told her. He emphasized his point with a roll of his hips.

  She moaned as his cock pressed against her clit. When his lips crashed on hers again, he was less patient and more domineering. He claimed her as his own in the loch, and he intended to claim her here in his quarters. He thrust his tongue into her mouth with a demand for more. As on the cliffs, she made him work for it. She wasn’t a fighter or a dragon rider, but she was stubborn. She made him work for every touch of their tongues, every nip of their lips.

  A growl filled with his frustration entered the air, and he pushed her back to the wall. She gasped at the movement, and moaned when his hot hands found her breasts. He claimed her lips again, and this time she didn’t fight as hard; he distracted her with his large hands cupping her through the thin shirt, and his thumbs grazing over her nipples.

  She didn’t remain idle for long. She worked her fingers into the laces of his shirt until it was loose enough to pull over his head. His chest was smooth, except for the deep red tuft of fire that ran down into his pants. Her hands slid over his silky skin and hard muscle. Her mouth dried and all moisture was sent south.

  He pressed a strong hand to her throat, and directed her chin upward. His lips planted hot kisses along her jaw in a trail that led down. Even when his kisses stopped, the trail kept moving through to her core and igniting every nerve ending along the way. She whimpered when he reached her collarbone.

  His fingers were busy in the laces of her shirt. It hung loosely on her, since she’d borrowed it from him. As curvy as she was, she wasn’t as broad as the muscled Dragon Lord, and he used it to his advantage. Instead of pulling up on the fabric, he pushed it down and over her shoulders, trapping her arms against her body.

  The cool air raised goose pimples over her exposed flesh, and tightened her nipples further. Hot breath washed over her a moment later as he bent over her. His tongue flicked out, swiping her with a lick that forced a cry from her lips. He followed with another wet lick, and cupped her other breast in his hand. He kneaded and licked her in turn, sending shockwaves to her cunt. When he finally took her fully in his mouth to suck, she arched her back and moaned.

  She wiggled her hands around her front, which pushed her breasts together and higher for him. Almost unable to function, she tugged at the laces of his pants.

  ***

  Dungan growled as Marnie’s fingers dipped below his waistband. Her fingers were hot to the touch, even against the heat of his body. He sucked in a breath. It took all his power to not throw her over his shoulder and haul her into bed right then. He rested his forehead against her shoulder in an effort to collect himself.

  The smell of her hair was dizzying, even after a drenching. She smelled of juniper and the crisp, clean air he filled his lungs with atop his dragon. Her own feminine scent, too, which made the male in him surge to the surface and his cock jerk. It was intoxicating.

  He pulled back long enough to get a good look at her face. Her delicately upturned nose, and round cheeks. Her fierce eyes. Full lips, swollen even more from their kisses. She was all woman, and anyone who didn’t want her was a fool.

  She finally freed him from his pants, and her fingers wrapped around his girth. He groaned into the crook of her neck. Then she stroked. The singular motion crossed through his head and made him see double.

  He had to touch her. He was frantic in his need. Ravenous. He thought he had wanted her before, but that was nothing compared to the feeling of her small hand wrapped around his cock and his lips on hers. Their mouths met and melded, with a fire surging to a new intensity between them.

  He reached down between them and untucked the towel still wrapped around her waist. There was no need for modesty between them. She was his, and he would have her. His hand slipped up the silky skin of her thigh, and he chuckled at the small noises coming from the back of her throat.

  A buzz sounded in his ears and traveled down his spine to settle in his cock. He knocked her hand away. It was too much, too soon. He wanted to take her in his own time, and not embarrass himself in her hand so quickly. Besides, he needed to feel the heat between her legs.

  Marnie frowned, but he caught her lips in another kiss before she could protest. Her tongue wrangled with him in a show of dominance, and he growled a feral sound. He nipped at her lips, and pressed her harder into the wall and the same moment he found her hot center.

  He pulled back from their kiss to watch her. Her head dropped back against the wall when his fingers stroked between the lips of her cunt. Her ready heat was almost enough to burn his hand. Her teeth caught her plump lower lip, and his cock jumped at the sight. Lust roared loudly in his ears when his seeking fingers found her clit and she sighed. Gods, she was a sight to behold.

  She was wet with arousal, and it hung strong in the air. His cock twitched at her every gasp and sigh, of which he made sure there were plenty. He followed her cues, and played her body. When he parted her slick lips with his fingers and rubbed her swollen nub with his thumb, she shuddered against him. When she keened for more, he slid a thick finger into the tight confines of her cunt.

  Her eyes widened at the touch, and it
was almost too much for him. She was clamped around him, and he could already feel his cock wrapped in the same embrace. Her tight muscles and silky smoothness were meant for him to plunge into. But first, he needed to make her come.

  Her hips rocked into him, and she took more control. She rode his fingers, driving herself into the palm of his hand for an extra jolt. Pride surged in him. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, see her every line contort to the pleasure racking through her.

  “Come for me, little mate,” he whispered and order. He bent to press kisses to her neck just as the waves crashed over her.

  ***

  The demand turned something inside her. She was on the edge, could feel herself getting to the final point from his fingers alone. But his words, dripping with honey and mead and man, plunged her over the cliff as surely as she plunged into the loch earlier. Something grabbed her in the depths, and wrapped itself around her heart. It pulled at emotions she kept hidden and buried.

  One final shiver ran through her body, and her eyes fluttered open to find Dungan watching her closely. His fingers, still buried inside her, stroked gently. Even as she came down, they were stoking her flame higher.

  She lifted her chin and found his lips. She didn’t have a chance against him. His tongue delved into her mouth and sought her out in a conflagration of desire. She moved from the wall, closing the small space between them and letting the shirt finally wiggle down her body. Her arms free, she wrapped them around his neck and held on for dear life.

  “Now, Dungan,” she panted between kisses. A smile played across her face at the feral sound that issued from his lips.

  He caught her ass in his hands, and hauled her up around his waist. She squeaked at the motion, but wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to the writing desk. He kept himself neat, and didn’t have much to shove out of the way to make room for her. She let her legs fall wide as he settled between her thighs.