by T. S. Ryder
“I don’t know if I can. If I’m not careful, I might kill you. Mating is not just something we do for fun. It is permanent, you will be marked and appear to other vampires as my property. Do you really want that?” As Beau explained this to her, Valery felt her excitement ebb away.
“What do you mean I’d be seen as your property?” she asked, looking at Beau with concern and interest.
“Well, when a vampire mates with a human, it’s a process. I have to drink some of your blood while I make love to you. It leaves my scent on you which tells other vampires that you are mine. If they choose to ignore that and try to take you from me, then I have full privileges to end their lives,” said Beau, uncertain about telling Valery the truth about mating. He didn’t want to frighten her, but he wouldn’t lose her either. She was going to be his.
After a few minutes of silence, Valery finally spoke.
“Can you mate with me without killing me?” she asked, looking directly into his eyes.
“Honestly, I don’t know,” replied Beau with a big sigh. He knew he wanted her. He had to have her and mating her was the only way to make sure he kept her.
“I want you to do it,” Valery said after a few minutes, “I want to be yours, forever.”
“Are you sure? It can’t be undone once we do this,” answered Beau. He wanted to be sure this was what she wanted.
“I’m sure,” she answered. Then Valery moved towards the bed, laid her body on it and gave him an inviting smile. She had never asked to come here. She had never intended to fall in love with him. Now, if she was being honest with herself, she was starting to fall in love with him. Valery’s body ached to have him inside of her, pleasuring her and making her scream his name. All she wanted was to be with him and to give herself to him in return.
Chapter Six
That was all it took. Beau immediately pounced on her. She giggled as he held her closely. Beau kissed her neck tenderly, feeling Valery’s pulse as her blood ran through her veins. His mouth watered, he wanted to taste her in every way.
As he kissed her neck, Beau slid his hand up and down her body, feeling every inch of her. He slowly caressed her skin, sliding his hand down over her hips. Then, Beau slid a finger under the pink thong string, gently teasing Valery’s clit. She moaned slightly, not wanting to give him too much too soon.
Beau continued, adding a second finger. He massaged her clit, feeling it swelling as Valery’s desire increased. Then, sliding down off the foot of the bed, Beau pulled Valery to the edge of the bed. He ripped the thong off of her and thrust three of his fingers deep inside of her wet slit. She gasped, arching her back as heat enveloped her. Valery let out several moans of pleasure while Beau continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her tight, wet slit.
After a few minutes, Beau leaned down and took her clit into his mouth. Valery’s back arched again and she gasped, grasping for the sheets beneath her.
“Beau!” she moaned his name with such passion, that it caused a shudder of excitement to pulse through Beau.
He continued to pleasure Valery until his cock threatened to explode out of his jeans. Beau rose and pulled off his shirt. Valery watched as his muscular physique towered over her. Then, with one quick movement, he unbuttoned his jeans and slipped out of them. His cock was free, and it expanded completely, throbbing with desire.
Valery was undeniably aroused. She sat up on the foot of the bed. With one brisk movement, she took Beau’s bulging, hard cock into her mouth. He moaned, holding her head with his hand. Valery massaged his cock with her tongue, teasing the tip with little flutters of the tip of her tongue.
“Ooooh Valery,” Beau moaned, as he held her closer to him, feeling his climax growing closer and closer. Then he pulled her away, picked her up and lay her down onto the bed. He spread her legs apart and mounted her.
Beau moved back to her neck and began kissing and sucking it, again. With one thrust, he entered her. She moaned and pushed her hips down to take him in even deeper, his shaft filling every inch of her.
Passion and heat continued to overpower Valery. Sensation after sensation exploded within her, driving her toward her climax.
Beau continued to thrust in and out of her as he suckled her neck. He knew he was close. He wondered if the second he bit into her and began to taste her sweet succulent blood, would he be able to stop? He could sense her blood racing through her veins. Beau extended his fangs. It was now or never. He bit into her.
Valery’s blood filled his mouth. She moaned in ecstasy as she reached her climax. She screamed his name in passionate wails as he drank from her. Valery felt a pinching sensation in her neck as Beau took from her. The excitement grew and grew until she climaxed again. Her entire body went rigid as she grasped at the sheets and arched her back into him. She screamed his name with pleasure and finally collapsed.
Beau continued to drink from her. His desire for her blood was too strong. He tried to stop himself, but he couldn’t. He continued to drink. Beau began to panic, he knew he had to stop, but his willpower wasn’t strong enough to stop his overwhelming bloodlust.
Valery’s body started to soften. He was killing her. Beau could feel her heart starting to slow down. He couldn’t do this to her. He loved her.
Finally, Beau found the strength to rip himself away from her. Valery lay naked and motionless in his arms. Her blood ran from the two puncture holes in her neck. It christened the white pillows, turning them into a scarlet stain. Beau listened to her heart. It was weak, but still beating.
“Valery?” he asked, looking at her face. She looked as though she was sleeping, but Beau knew better. Had he waited any longer she would have died. Now all he could do was wait for her to wake up.
Shaking, Beau rose to his feet. What had he done? Why had he talked her into this? His anger at himself began to rage through him. He could have just killed the love of his life.
Hours passed and he didn’t leave her side. Eventually, Valery’s heart began to speed up again. Her body had replenished enough of her blood to keep her alive. Beau sat next to her. He dressed and covered her with a blanket.
More hours passed, and Beau’s guilt was almost too much for him to bear. Suddenly, Valery started to stir. Slowly, she opened her eyes. She looked confused and frightened.
“What happened?” she squeaked out, quietly.
“I almost killed you,” answered Beau, bitterly. “I’m so sorry, my love. I couldn’t stop…” He hated himself.
***
Valery’s mind was foggy. She remembered making hot, passionate love. She remembered climaxing over and over and then…. Nothing. Valery struggled to remember him biting her, the heat that had surged through her. So, he had almost killed her. He hadn’t been lying about the risks involved. She knew she should be angry with him, but at this moment in time, she didn’t have the strength.
“Rest my love. We can talk about this when you wake,” said Beau cautiously. He gently ran his fingers through her hair. Soon, she was sleeping again.
Chapter Seven
The next day, Valery awoke with a start. She had little to no memory of the night before. She remembered Beau telling her what had happened, but she couldn’t remember the details.
Her body was weak. Valery looked around the room and realized she was still in Beau’s bed. He was there beside her.
“Beau,” Valery croaked, her throat felt like she had nails stabbing it.
“Yes my love, I’m here,” he answered her, concernedly.
“You’re here, what happened?” she asked, again, looking at him.
“I told you last night. I almost killed you. I’m so sorry,” Beau apologized again and again.
***
Valery continued to rest over the next few weeks. She had been moved back into her own bedroom. Beau had appeared very little over the last few days. He was struggling with the fact he had almost killed her.
Roses arrived every morning with her breakfast. Beau made sure the servants brought her w
hatever she wanted. He seemed to be trying to make up for his mistake.
Gwen stopped by every so often to check on her. She said Beau had left for a few days to forgive himself. She was angry with her brother for being so stupid.
“He takes too many risks,” said Gwen scornfully one afternoon. She had come to help Valery get dressed for the first time in almost a month.
“He didn’t mean to,” replied Valery, softly. She was still too weak to speak loudly, “I am not angry with him. It wasn’t his fault. It’s just who he is.”
“Well, he is a jackass. He should have known he wasn’t ready to mate with you, yet,” scolded Gwen, as she pulled the neck of a T-shirt open so Valery could put her head through.
“He is not a jackass,” argued Valery, but Gwen’s other comment had struck her. She was officially Beau’s mate. They had mated, she was his. A shiver ran through her spine. Valery wasn’t sure if this was exactly what she wanted anymore. She had been so sure when it had happened, but now she was frightened. Was she actually in love with Beau? Could he ever trust himself to have sex with her again? Could she trust him? There were so many unanswered questions and the only one who could help her figure them out was not there at the moment. Coward.
***
More days passed by and Beau still hadn’t come home. Valery was healthy again, but she was still unsure about her future with Beau. He needed to come home. She tried to call his cell phone multiple times, but he didn’t answer or call back.
Finally, the day came that Valery couldn’t take it anymore. If he wasn’t going to talk to her, then she was going to leave. She was his mate, yes, he had mated with her and claimed her, yes, but she wasn’t going to sit there waiting for him any longer.
She was just about to leave her room, bags in hand when Beau appeared in the doorway. Silence fell in the room as they looked each other over.
Beau stared at her, apparently surprised at how well she had recovered. He felt his heart race at the sight of her. He loved her so much, but how could she ever love a monster like him? How could she ever forgive him?
Valery looked back at him. She felt every ounce of her body scream that she loved him. She instantly forgave him and knew she wanted to be with him forever.
“I love you,” Valery said, walking towards him, “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me and I hope it will never happen again.”
“You love me?” asked Beau, surprised.
“Yes, I do,” she answered nodding her head, “I want to be your mate for the rest of my life.”
“Well… I am so sorr-” he started, but she silenced him by kissing him gently on the lips.
“If you tell me you’re sorry one more time, I’m going to slap you,” Valery told Beau, looking deep into his eyes. She kissed him again and he held her tightly, kissing her back.
Beau couldn’t help but notice something different about her body. Her heart rate sounded strange to him. It was as though she suddenly had two beating hearts. That couldn’t be right.
Then, something dawned on him. Was it possible? How could that have happened? He slowly knelt down and placed his ear to Valery’s belly. Sure enough, he heard it—the tiny pitter patter of a little heartbeat. There was a baby in there!
Beau’s heart fluttered. He realized that Valery didn’t know she was pregnant, yet. He was going to tell her they were having a baby together.
“What are you doing?” asked Valery, looking down at him, perplexed.
“Well… I hate to tell you this darling, but someone is in there,” answered Beau, rising to his feet and looking deep into her beautiful eyes with a smile.
“Are you telling me…” began Valery surprised.
“Yep, you’re having my baby!” replied Beau, excitedly. He kissed her gently and she giggled and kissed him back.
Suddenly, everything seemed so perfect. They had fallen in love in the most unlikely of ways. He had almost killed her twice. Now after all of it, Valery was pregnant with his child.
They stood in silence for a few moments. Neither knowing what exactly to say to the other, yet both feeling completely at peace with the situation.
“I have a question for you,” he asked, looking down at her and slowly backing away.
“What is that?” she asked him, curiously.
“Well, I have never met any human female like you. You came into my life and knocked me completely on my ass. You have allowed me to break the ridiculous tradition of choosing a mate at a giant vampire ceremony. Valery… I love you, and I want you to be with me forever,” Beau rambled on until, finally, he dropped to his knee and pulled out a brilliant blue sapphire ring. “Will you marry me, Valery?”
“Yes, I will!” shouted Valery, happily, as she lunged into his arms.
In spite of everything that had happened, they wanted each other. They loved each other and they were now, a family.
*****
THE END
Mated to the Dragon King
Description
A lost heir to the dragon throne PLUS a curvy witch who meets the man of her dreams PLUS a fight to win the kingdom!
Sullivan has been wandering the world alone for so long that he’s almost forgotten his dragon. Expelled from his land and forced to live among the humans, he tries to blend in. But when he meets Cynthia, all bets are off. No woman has ever made such an impression on him. His hormones are on high alert and his inner dragon is slowly waking up from its slumber.
Cynthia runs her plus-size boutique with confidence. All she needs to do is wave her wand to give her clients the perfect outfit. But her orderly little world is shaken to its core when she meets the new shop owner next door. Even through his tight, black sleeveless shirt, it’s obvious that he sports a chiseled midsection and maybe even one of those scandalous V’s that leads down to his crotch.
But pleasure and lust cannot hide the danger that Sullivan and his newly found mate are in. Sullivan is the heir to the dragon throne, which he can claim once he has found his mate and impregnated her. But Sullivan’s brother has his eyes set on Cynthia and the throne too. Sullivan knows one thing for sure. He’d fly across the Earth for her. And when it comes to that, he’s ready.
Chapter One
Cynthia whisked around her small boutique, making sure that everything was in its place. Even though Better with Size was tiny, it still seemed to carry everything a girl could ever want, from underwear to prom dresses, BWS had it all. It was Friday, and a new shipment of inventory had come in. Cynthia was just putting out the new, summer-style shoes when she heard the sound of the bell ringing, indicating the arrival of a customer.
Cynthia turned around and greeted the large, busty girl, who looked a little embarrassed to be walking into a plus-size store. “Hello. I’m looking for a prom dress…” Her voice was low and she kept looking out into the hallway as if the mall goers would judge her for being in there.
“Not a problem miss. I’m sure we can find you something to your liking in our selection. Are you here alone or do you have someone to help you?” Cynthia asked, wondering what this sweet, young girl was doing all by herself. “May I add that you have great skin?” She reached out, touching the girl’s arm, letting her fingertips run along the soft surface. “Do you use any foundation?”
“I don’t wear makeup…” the girl said meekly, batting her eyelashes.
“Oh? No? Really? I would’ve never guessed!” Cynthia said enthusiastically, a bright smile on her face. “Well, I wish I was that lucky.” The high school student looked up at the shop owner and shook her head.
“Are you kidding me?” the girl blurted out. “You’re gorgeous.” Her cheeks colored and she quickly looked down. Cynthia just smiled at her and took her hand, bringing her toward the back of the store, where there was a rack of dresses.
“This is all we have for now. If you find a style you like, let me know. Even if it’s not in your size, I sometimes have other sizes in the back.” The girl nodded and started going through the selection.
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A few minutes later, a large, burly man entered the shop, a disapproving grimace on his face. Following close behind him was a pale-skinned woman, holding a bag that was much too big. She swayed her hips as she walked and her high heels clicked loudly on the floor. Quickly, Cynthia walked up to the counter, holding a gnarled wooden pencil up to her chin, as if in contemplation. She took a piece of paper and jotted something down. Instantly, the woman’s shoes grew quiet and Cynthia smiled to herself. Her spell had worked.
“How may I help you?” she asked from behind the counter, a friendly smile painted on her face.
The man just shook his head, his beefy hands clasped behind his back. “We’re here with our daughter, Tamara.”
The woman followed him to the clearance section. “I still think she would be better off going to Macy’s,” she said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “My daughter? In a plus-size store?” The woman shook her head. Cynthia’s eyes narrowed in their direction, feeling her blood boil in her veins.
“Well, I’m sure your daughter will fall in love with the right dress when she sees it,” Cynthia said through gritted teeth, suddenly standing right next to the woman, a hand on her voluptuous hip, looking intimidating.
“Yeah…” the woman mumbled, walking away. Cynthia grinned subtly in victory, walking over to the young girl. “Do you need any help picking out a dress?”
“I don’t know what to get…” she responded worriedly, biting her bottom lip.
“Well, let’s start with color. What do you like?”
“Blue. Darker shades of blue,” the girl answered. Instantaneously, there seemed to be an increase of blue dresses on the rack.