Sold To The Dragon Princes: The Novel

by Daniella Wright

  Smirking, she kissed him more, moving from his chest to one of his nipples, flicking her tongue over the bud lightly. A soft moan escaped Mor’an as she did, and he groaned as she moved lower and lower. She let her teeth skim his flesh, and was particularly pleased when he began to roll his hips against her mouth working over his body.

  The scent of them clung to his skin, and when she got to his length, she couldn’t help but moan – darting out her tongue to flick over the still-engorged head of him, they even tasted divine together. A sweetness and manliness that she could easily get drunk off of if she let herself.

  But this wasn’t about her – what she found appealing, what made her feel good. This was about giving a bit back to Mor’an. Around and around his head her tongue flicked, sliding over the slit in his member as she did. She teased him there, not moving to take him fully in her mouth, wanting to arouse him from his sleep so that he may enjoy it to the fullest before doing so. She smirked at the head as his hips began to rock in earnest, and his eyes blinked open.

  “Adrien?”

  His voice was full of sleep, and questioning, but she was glad that he didn’t try to pull her away. Instead, his fingers threaded her hair, tugging gently before urging her down a little more. She got in a little more teasing to him before she did so; she suckled at the head of his member before lowering herself down to lick and suck at the juices on the rest of him. He groaned at the sensation, and that only spurned Adrien to continue on.

  There was something about having him in her mouth, at her mercy like this that was entirely too appealing. She had never been opposed to pleasuring men like this – how could she? – but there was something special having such a powerful creature at her mercy, with just her mouth and her mouth alone.

  When she was done teasing, she went at it in full. Her lips wrapped snug around his length, and with his hand at the back of her head, guiding her movements, she bobbed up and down on it. She used the faintest hint of teeth, the sweet suckling of her mouth, and the constriction of her throat to draw out louder, deeper sounds from him. She reveled in every growl and curse that fell from his lips, and the more insistent they became the more she gave to him.

  It was a delight, truly, when a second hand of his joined the first, and his earlier guiding quickly became him using her mouth the same way he had used her body the night before. She even gagged a little – but she liked it. She moaned around him and let him have her, deciding to slip her fingers between her lips to rub and circle her little nub.

  She brought him, and herself, to completion. He tasted better than she could imagine as his body seized up and he spilled down her throat, the liquid of him coating her tongue. She drank him down and licked him clean before popping off of him, the both of them panting.

  It was looking like it was going to be a good day.

  VII: Plans in Motion

  It was interesting, to Adrien, to think that weeks before she had planned to escape, somehow, from Mor’an. Not because it was an insane thing to want – he had taken her from her home planet, to be fair – but because after little over two months, she found herself no longer wanting to escape from him. that, she knew, was the insane thing, but it wasn’t something that she was going to try to change, either.

  Their consummation had put… a lot of things in perspective for her.

  It was like she saw the world as Mor’an did. She was still human – she had no super strength nor senses, could not tell the differences in body chemistry the way that Mor’an could. She had not changed in that way. She was still a person.

  But Mor’an… Mor’an did things to her, and inside her she felt different. She felt better being with him.

  The funny thing about biology, she knew, was that all the explanations in the world didn’t make it any less weird, or strange. It was weird, she could admit, that there was a creature that wasn’t human that could affect her the way that Mor’an did, but she took that weirdness with a grain of salt and didn’t try to overthink it too much. Going back to her facts, there were a few things that she knew.

  Fact One: No one on Earth would accept their coupling.

  Fact Two: The scientists at the labs would salivate at the chance to experiment and see what the connection between the two of them was on a biological level.

  Fact Three: She didn’t really feel like being a science experiment.

  With those things in mind, she welcomed the prospect of continuing their time together. Whatever this was, whatever their biology had set in place for each other, it was something that she wasn’t going to push away. Mor’an seemed pleased with this fact. That was evident in the way he ravished her at any opportune time. Each was as good – if not better – than the last. The more he gave, the more her body wanted. Perhaps it was an addiction that their coupling had set into motion. It that was the case…

  It was an addiction that she was willing to carry.

  That made her consider their next course of action carefully, one day while Mor’an was out hunting them something to eat. The ship ran on solar power – they could go wherever they wanted, whenever they wanted, so long as there was a charge or a sun in their corner of the universe. The prospect was an exciting one for her. It ignited that sense of adventure that had always come with her scientific curiosities. Coupled with exploring more of this new-found connection with Mor’an… it was exciting.

  She had to talk more with Mor’an, however. Because there were other things that she needed him to be aware of, other things that she needed him to know. Unexpected, surprising things. Things that should have terrified her, but honestly intrigued her more than she could have ever imagined.

  Her hand settled to her stomach, and she smiled.

  The future was going to be a grand adventure.

  Epilogue

  The hall of the ship was filled with the sound of pattering feet. Up and down the hall, followed by peals of laughter and high-pitched squeals. Adrien rolled over with a sigh, burying her face into the warmth beside her. It was early. Far too early, as far as she was concerned. She needed more sleep.

  An arm wrapped around her, pulling her close. She made a tired noise, and beside her, Mor’an laughed.

  “They’re very excitable.”

  “More excitable than full-human children. Are all Jundar like that?”

  “Hmm… yes. We’re an energetic race.”

  “Clearly.”

  Mor’an laughed again, and this time she looked up at him blinking sleepily.

  Her stomach was round, again, and it was the only thing keeping her from pressing solidly against him properly. It was twins, this time, though she wondered if her sanity was going to hold up to having two small ones at the same time. The two running through the hallways weren’t twins, but they were still a handful enough.

  “It’s your turn, you know,” she said, batting her lashes up at Mor’an. He smiled down at her, and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

  “I know. I’ll get them fed and settled. Sleep a little more.”

  She was already, and didn’t go back to sleep, but she did enjoy the peace that followed Mor’an trekking out into the hall, scooping up their little ones, and taking them to the dining hall to eat. Instead of sleeping, she lay there, smiling a little to herself. Despite the interruption of her sleep, she honestly had little grudge to hold against the fact that it was sleep that was interrupted by her children. She had never thought deeply about becoming a mother, but when she had realized that she was pregnant with Mor’an’s… well. There had been a sense of excitement over the dread she had assumed would accompany it, and Mor’an had welcomed the thought of their children growing inside of her with enthusiasm and joy.

  They had stayed on Pallenor, long enough for her to carry and deliver, long enough for their eldest, Morana, to learn how to walk. It truly had been their own paradise, living as their little family together.

  The younger, Valan, was conceived as they traveled through time and space. He had been about as planned a
s Morana had been, but no less loved. His pregnancy had been harder, certainly not the breeze that Morana’s had been, but he had been brought into the world kicking, screaming, and as much a handful as any baby could be.

  The twins, had been planned that time. At least in conception. Adrien and Mor’an had taken a trip back to Pellanor, to show the little ones the beautiful place that none other in the world could compare to. Adrien had felt connected to the place, considering it was where their first child had been conceived, and when she’d asked Mor’an if they could try for another, he had enthusiastically agreed. They hadn’t thought that two would come from that coupling – but two had, and though the idea was daunting, they both welcomed it wholly.

  Settling her hand on her stomach once more, she rolled out of bed. She wrapped a robe around her, as far as it would over the considerable protrusion of her stomach. The sight in the dining hall gave her pause, and a smile.

  Her two children, a gorgeous blend between her and Mor’an, sitting at the table. Mor’an, cutting fruits they had taken from Pellanor to feed them. This was her family. They were the loves of her life, and she knew that her choice those years ago to remain with Mor’an had been the right one.

  She was happy.

  Captured By The Warriors

  ~ Bonus Story ~

  An Erotic Alien Abduction Menage

  Just what I need on a sunny Saturday afternoon: being dumped by that snake I thought was my boyfriend and my best friend is too busy with her wedding cake tasting to go out for a drink. I can’t let these circumstances spoil my life, so I head out to the state forest for a hike. Things don’t go as planned, though, when I meet two chiseled specimens at a rest stop. They start acting shifty when I hear a woman scream for help, and the next thing I know, I’m waking up in a cage on some alien planet.

  The aliens charge each other on huge, shaggy beasts and beat each other with clubs, and I’m the tournament prize. What’s going to happen to me? I expect the worst when they drag me off to the winner’s castle, but I can’t believe my ears when he suggests his brother share the spoils. How can I ever make my peace with this strange world?

  * * *

  Chapter 1

  My phone twinkles. “Hey, baby. What time are you picking me up tonight?”

  That slick willie Paul Tariq doesn’t reply right away. “About that....baby, we need to talk.”

  My blood runs cold. “What about?”

  “It’s just not working out, baby. You know how it is.”

  My scalp prickles. Then my dread turns to rage. How dare he do this over the phone? The least he can do is face me like a man, but I guess this means he’s not a man―at least, not the way I thought he was. He might have the equipment, but not the balls.

  “No, I don’t know how it is, so why don’t you explain it to me, and use small words so I’ll be sure to understand. You told me not three hours ago how much you loved me and how much you wanted to take me out for a nice dinner to treat me like a lady. Now you’re telling me it’s not working out. Which is it?”

  Paul’s voice takes on a hard edge. I’ve never heard him like this before. “Listen, Lena, you’re my boss. That’s a recipe for disaster outside of work, and besides, I never really went for dominating women.”

  “Since when did I ever dominate you? I’ve given you everything you wanted since the day we met.”

  “Come on, Lena. You know that’s not true.”

  I can’t keep still. I stand up and pace around my living room with the phone glued to my ear. “What are you talking about? I’ve bent over backwards to make you happy.”

  “You want me to give it to you straight? All right. Here it is, but just remember, you asked for this. I wanted to let you down easy, but you wouldn’t let that happen. You are the most controlling woman I have ever had anything to do with, and no man in his right mind would date you if he knew what you were really like. I fell for you in the beginning because you’re so successful and beautiful and....well, dominating. But then I got to know you, and look out! You manipulated me to wring every last drop of life out of me, and you did it all under the guise of managing me on your team. I can’t wait to get as far away from you as I can.”

  I stop pacing. I can’t be hearing this....again. “So what about work? How’s it going to be with us working together?”

  Paul regains his composure. He could be talking to my answering service. “When you get to work on Monday morning, you’ll find my letter of resignation on your desk.”

  A lump sticks in my throat, but I keep my voice calm no matter what. “Where will you go? What will you do?”

  “I didn’t want to say anything until I was sure, but I just got offered the management position at Tempo & Sons.”

  I gasp. “The competition? How could you do that? How could you stab our company in the back after all the work we’ve done together? I thought you believed in this company.”

  “That’s just like you, Lena. You think everyone is as obsessed and driven as you are. Some people aren’t, you know. I had to get away from you. That’s all there is to it, and with the experience I gained working under you, Tempo & Sons made me a very attractive offer.”

  I close my eyes, but I can’t shut the raw truth out of my mind. “Fine, then. If that’s the way it’s going to be, I’m better off without you.”

  Paul snorted. “Yeah, right.” He hangs up, and the phone goes dead.

  I stare at the screen for a second while the tragic reality sinks into my tortured soul. Then I hurl the phone across the room with a feral shriek. I spin away and stride across the room, as far away from that phone as I can get.

  I pace up and down in front of the full-length windows overlooking the central city, but when I gazed out over the park, my emotions catch up with me. I collapse on my cream leather couch, my shoulders slumped, and I sob into my hands.

  How many times have I gone through this same ordeal over the years? I can twirl these men around my little finger for so long before they break and run in the opposite direction. My luxurious condo apartment on the upper floors of an expensive building in the city’s center doesn’t hold them. I always wind up alone in the end. Will I ever be able to trust anyone enough to love them and let them love me?

  I throw my head back and blink the tears out of my eyes. I can’t let that scum drag me down. I have too much going for me in life. I rush across the room and retrieve my phone from the cushions of my recliner. At least the cushions protected it from destruction. I’ve replaced my phone four times in the past year after random outbursts of emotion, but at least I had them in the privacy of my own apartment. I never let myself lose control at work or in public.

  I tap my phone and call Tanya Reynolds. Tanya always answers right away. “Hey, girl. What’s up?”

  “I thought you might like a break from all the wedding plans to go out for a drink.”

  “What’s the occasion?”

  “Does there have to be an occasion to get together with my best friend? I want to see you. Isn’t that enough?”

  “You’re sweet, but I can’t. I’m sorry. I have to go to a cake tasting with Ron.”

  “Do you have to do that now? Can’t you postpone it?”

  “Sorry, honey. I already forgot about it once and had to reschedule it for now. If I don’t go, there’s a $500 fee. Let’s do it tomorrow.”

  I can’t exactly say, “But I need you RIGHT NOW!” I couldn’t bear the indignity of that, so I just say, “Okay. Call me when you’re ready.” Then I hang up.

  Well, I can’t sit around an empty apartment all day. I have to get out into the open air. That’s the best way I know to deal with these situations, and heaven knows, I’ve dealt with enough of them.

  I take the elevator down to the parking garage and head out to the state forest. Even the drive does me good, and by the time I park and look out over the unspoiled countryside, I can see past Mr. Slick Willie to life beyond. There are plenty of other fish in the sea, and they all want a ta
ll, athletic woman with a decent disposable income. I’ll have another man begging to take me out before the end of the week.

  I think I might go to my favorite watering hole tonight and pick me up something nice and muscular. The idea excites me, and I head down the trail with a smile on my face.

  I enjoy pushing my limits, and I’m panting by the time I get up to the lookout. I can feel the blood rush to my cheeks, and my hair waves down into my eyes, but I’m happy again. The pure air clears my head and cheers me up no end.

  I slow down when I get to the top when I spy two guys standing next to the wooden lookout bench. I don’t mind the look of them, and they give me that knowing smile to tell me they’re thinking the same thing.

  “Do you guys come up here much?”

  “Not much.” The shorter one has beautiful blue eyes and curly hair. “We’re visiting from out of town.”

  “What brings you to town?” I ask.

  “A business meeting.” The other one is slimmer, but just as strong and square around the shoulders. He has straight dark hair and bright black eyes. Yum.

  “Too bad about that. Do you get out much when you’re not in business meetings?”

  “This is our first outing.”

  Outing? I haven’t heard that word since kindergarten. They might be foreign, but they don't have any accent. “I’m going out to a bar I know tonight. You guys should come along.”

  The tall one gives me a gorgeous smile. “We just might do that.”

  I hand him one of my business cards. “Here’s my number. Give me a call, and I’ll tell you how to get there.”

  Tall Boy pockets the card. “Great. Talk to you later.”

  I tear myself away. I’ve done everything I can do. If they don’t call, I’ve lost nothing by trying. I head downhill, but I haven’t gone more than a dozen yards when I notice clouds gathering around the hilltop. That’s strange. I didn’t notice them there before. I must have been distracted.