Assassin's Crown (The Assassin and her Dragon Princes Book Book 3)

by Ivy Clyde

  I moaned into his mouth, feeling my knees weaken with need.

  "I need you so much right now," I whispered, breaking away and staring into his eyes. "So, so much that I don't even care about the coming pain of my first transformation." My voice sounded breathy like I was having trouble making my lungs work.

  Breaking away, I kneeled down on my knees, my hands frantically unlacing the ties of his breeches. Adal took off his tunic and vest underneath while I pulled away the layers of clothes keeping his manhood away from my reach.

  When his hardened length came onto my hand, I slid my fingers over the smooth skin of his shaft. Adal groaned, his head thrown back as I fisted his cock. I'd never done this act before with one of my mates before but I wanted to perform it on Adal. The women back in Linmoor swore it to be the most pleasurable thing for a man.

  Dipping my head, I took Adal's cock in my mouth. His eyes snapped open as he felt the wet warmth of my tongue sliding over his length.

  "Daria, what are you doing?" he whispered in a wavering voice. "Oh, that feels so good!" His momentary hesitation disappeared as I slid my mouth up and down his length, letting the tip of his thick head reach the very back of my throat. "Oh, my goddess! Daria!"

  Adal's grunts grew more desperate as his hips jerked hard, jamming his cock further down my throat. "Oh, fuck this!" he cursed. Grabbing the sides of my head, he pulled out his length. "There would be nothing left of me if you kept it up," he whispered breathlessly. With a sudden move, he turned me to face the wall, his hands sliding up my legs, bringing up my skirt.

  I moaned as he slid his warm hands over my bare thighs, reaching higher until his fingers brushed over the soft puff of curls covering my intimate slit. "I can't wait any longer, Daria," he whispered harshly against my ear, his lips moving against the skin of my neck. Forgive me for not making it as pleasurable for you."

  "Just do it!" I bit out. My inner walls were pulsing hard, aching for his rigid length to fill its empty channel. Adal's fingers dipped into my hot, wet core, drawing more moans out of me. He'd just said he couldn't control himself. Why was he bothering with making me even more desperate than I already was? “I’m ready,” I said, almost whimpering.

  With a sudden move, Adal’s body slammed behind me so that I was forced up against the wall. He didn’t even bother undressing me as he positioned his cock at my entrance. Moving my braid away, he smothered the side of my neck with kisses while thrusting into my wet, waiting core.

  I gasped, both with relief and pain, as his long, thick length entered me, sliding into my tight channel. My head fell backward as Adal began moving inside me immediately. The sounds coming out of my lips were embarrassing but I was loving every moment of this sudden, thorough lovemaking. My dress was bunched up around my waist as he drove inside me. The very impulsiveness of our mating was making me lose all control.

  My core tightened, my walls clenching onto his shaft. Moaning, I placed my hands against the wall for support, bracing myself for the flood of pure ecstasy about to rush through me.

  I cried out, feeling my body shudder with waves of pleasure as my legs turned to mush. Adal held me up, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he continued to plunge inside me. It was the only thing keeping me on my feet as I lost myself for a moment.

  “I can never get enough of you,” said Adal in a thick, raspy voice. The slap of his balls against my ass rang all around us in the vast, empty chambers. Our pleasure rose collectively as wisps of magic rose around us, binding our bodies together.

  Adal’s hand grabbed a breast over my clothes and squeezed hard as he plunged in hard and fast. His every thrust threatened to drive me over the edge. All I could do was hold on while my inner walls clenched around his throbbing cock.

  “I am close, Daria,” he said in a harsh whisper. His movements became fast and almost too desperate, driving me over the peak of pleasure. A dam seemed to break inside me as waves of pleasure cascaded down my body. At the same time, Adal came to a sudden halt. His cry echoed in the vast empty hall as he shattered inside me, filling me to the brim with his hot, creamy essence.

  My body shuddered uncontrollably as Adal pressed himself behind me, keeping himself joined to me until he’d spilled the last drop of his seeds inside me.

  The strands of magic binding us glowed strongly. As our breathing slowed down, I felt the streams of magic concentrating themselves over my body. Adal pulled out gently before turning me to face him. His face was flushed with exertion as he stared into my eyes. My skirt fell down my legs as he leaned in to kiss my lips, cheeks, and eyes. They were soft, fluttery kisses full of warmth and affection. I smiled up at him, feeling the last of my pleasure leaving my body to be replaced by a growing warmth.

  “It’s happening, isn’t it?” he asked, his expression turning grim.

  I nodded, feeling the unstoppable heat searing my skin. It had been years since I really felt an actual burn. Old traumatic memories rose up in my mind, wiping away the sight of Adal’s anxious face from view. I was back to being a child, screaming with terror as the flames rose all around me.

  “Daria!” I heard Adal shouting but it felt like he was too far away and not directly before me.

  It was a while before I realized my body was writhing and thrashing on the floor, the rough, hard floor cutting into my skin through the dress.

  The fire was inside me, engulfing me completely. My skin blistered away and my very bones melted in the inferno.

  Elga’s cold voice of reason breached through my terror and panic. This is supposed to happen, my mind told me, mimicking her hard, unfeeling voice. Endure it.

  Easier said than done, I retorted back.

  My throat ached and the screaming sounded strange to my ears. Closing my eyes, I waited for the agony to recede or die from it. There was only so much I could endure.

  And just as suddenly, the fire retreated, flowing away to concentrate in my heart.

  A vast surge of power rushed through me, almost making me forget about the pain I’d just suffered. I’d never felt such strength in my limbs. My eyes blinked and the vision before me changed. I was staring down at the ground from a very high point.

  “Daria…”

  I focused on Adal’s voice and found him staring up at me with wide, awe-struck eyes from down below. He was still completely naked.

  “Adal.” Except my words came out in a puff of sulfurous clouds from my nostrils.

  I’d shifted. Slowly, I moved, turning my neck to look at my back and the sides of my new body. I was a black-scaled dragon, just like my father had been. I turned around in a circle, trying to see the vastness and magnificence of my dragon.

  “Careful, Daria!” Adal shouted as my tail scratched against the walls and showered him with large pieces of stone.

  “Sorry!” I giggled with glee internally. My princes scared and surprised me each time they shifted. It’s their turn now.

  “Try shifting back,” he said.

  I wanted to throw a tantrum. The sacred chamber wasn’t big enough for me to stretch my wings. The idea of flying had fascinated me ever since I saw Cain gliding into the night sky. I wanted to try it too.

  “Please, Daria,” said Adal. “We need to get out of here before the guards come back here.”

  I sighed, letting steam escape from my nostrils. Closing my eyes, I urged the power residing in my heart to release the magic that was keeping me in my true form. The transformation was instantaneous. I was back to being a human.

  “Congratulations, Daria!” Adal shouted, rushing forward to embrace me. “You did it.”

  “Thanks,” I said, smiling broadly as he pressed me against his naked body. “I am a match for my three dragon princes now and strong enough to lay claim over the throne of Drakhaven.”

  Adal stepped away to look into my eyes. Fierce pride glowed in the depths of his sapphire-blue eyes. “We can claim back the four kingdoms now. There’s nothing to stop us now.”

  I nodded, agreeing with him wholehea
rtedly.

  Ready for the next part in Daria’s journey?

  Dear Reader,

  Thank you so much for reading until the end.

  This book took an unexpected turn with the introduction of Prince Ren. Originally, I’d planned to make him as evil as his siblings but he wouldn’t have it. So, the story got rearranged and a fourth book is in the works. It will be the last one of the series.

  Since, I didn’t hire the cover design and edits, the publishing date will be pushed back to late August. But not to worry, it will be ready soon! And as soon as I have a date, I’ll put the book on pre-order.

  Lastly, I hope you enjoyed the story and would consider leaving a short review on Amazon. Even a simple “I liked it” will make my day.

  Assassin’s Reign will be available on Amazon in August. If you’d like to stay updated, please join my newsletter or ‘like’ my Facebook page. You can join my Facebook group too.

  About Ivy

  Ivy is an Electrical engineer by profession. She started writing fanfiction in her spare time and after a whole year of writing; she decided to start writing an original series with her own characters.

  Although, work and tight deadlines often have her drinking coffee, she is a tea-lover at heart. She loves to read, but keeps taking trips to Hogwarts now and then. (Who could miss JKR’s lovely invitation?) Her favorite current TV shows are Game of Thrones and Pretty Little Liars.