Dragon's Taming

by Miranda Martin

  He struggles with the war between what his body craves and what his heart needs. Somehow, Margot must get past the language barrier and forge the connection Elorshin so desperately desires. A love that Houses will go to war for.

  A Baby for the Alien Prince is a stand alone novel in the Celestial Mates Shared Universe. It is a science fiction romance story with a stubborn alien and an equally stubborn human female, plenty of action-packed adventure, and hot, steamy alien romance!

  ELORSHIN

  I stalk toward Margot, furious that she would demean herself in such a way.

  A Princess should never have to dirty her hands with manual labor. It is unbecoming to her position, to me, and to House Do'ana.

  Her eyes widen as I close the distance between us.

  Even in my anger, I note the deep brown of the gown she is wearing and how well it compliments her coloring and the dangerous curves of her body.

  Curves I want to mold with my hands.

  "Leave us!" I bark out as I reach my tiny mate. I stay in place in front of her as everyone leaves the room. "Why are you cleaning?"

  She shakes her head, frowning in confusion.

  I know she cannot understand me, but I say it anyway.

  "You are not a servant here! Cleaning and working are not your duties!" I say, my voice low with frustration.

  She frowns and says something back in a sharp tone, not at all apologetic.

  I feel my anger surge again.

  She does not yet know our ways, and yet she argues with me?

  My eyes narrow.

  And then she takes a firm hold of my cock. Her soft, small hand closing around me.

  I blink at her, stupefied by this development.

  What tactic is this?

  "What are you doing?" I demand.

  She says something else in a low voice, raising her chin in defiance.

  I feel myself harden even more in her hand until I am fully, undeniably erect.

  My lust, anger, and frustration collide together in a volatile mixture.

  With a growl, I crowd her back into a nearby alcove and pick her up, setting her on the ledge.

  She has driven me too far.

  Now she will pay the price.

  I will not stop until she is writhing with pleasure upon my tongue, until she is gasping with the intensity of the climax I intend to give her.

  Until she forgets why she is defying me at all, her body putty in my hands.

  I want her taste to coat my tongue, want to feel her legs tremble and her body arch, unable to control herself as I do what I want with her, until I drive her to the brink.

  My cock throbs, almost painfully, against the now taut fabric of my trousers.

  Her eyes are wide as she watches me and I know she worries what I may do.

  Perhaps she should worry.

  MARGOT

  In the heat of the moment my frustration surges and not knowing how else to make him listen, I grab his cock. "Do you think just because you have a dick you get to tell everyone else what to do?" I retort, raising my voice.

  Maybe not the best course of action, but the stress of the last couple of days already has me on edge. I'm not okay with him assuming he can just push me around whenever he wants to and I don't give a shit if it's against cultural norms.

  I'm so pissed it takes me a moment to register how big the steel hard length in my hand is.

  My breath catches in my throat as, impossibly, my touch makes him even bigger.

  Oh...man.

  He's sizable.

  Fucking huge is more like it.

  Definitely proportional to his seven foot height.

  I swallow as I meet his eyes again.

  They're burning. But is it with lust or is he raging?

  He says something else, but no way am I backing down now.

  His nostrils flare and he steps forward, crowding me into an alcove. I take a step back, even though I know that's what he wants. I keep moving back as he pushes forward, his face set in hard lines.

  Excellent work, Margot.

  Why don't you provoke the seven foot alien with the huge erection? Right when you land in his house and you're at his mercy.

  What could go wrong?

  My back hits something hard and then there's nowhere else to go.

  I brace myself. Oh shit, what if he really is pissed.

  I draw in a sharp breath as he effortlessly takes my hips in his massive hands and lifts me onto a ledge I didn’t even know was there.

  It's high enough it reduces our ridiculous height difference.

  He growls something and I glimpse his gleaming fangs.

  Something about that makes me totally juicy, there might be something wrong with my wiring.

  He says something else as his eyes drop to my lips.

  I wish I could understand what he's saying.

  But then he lowers his head until his lips meet mine and I relax a little.

  Here's a language I know how to speak.

  His lips are surprisingly soft and warm against mine. They're gentle, almost questioning, like he's making sure I want it.

  When I lean into the kiss, he makes a sound in the back of his throat.

  And the kiss turns demanding.

  I slide my hands up his hard chest to clench down on his broad shoulders, my hands sliding a little on the leather.

  He makes a sound as his tongue tangles with mine, the taste of him filling my mouth. His hands clench on my thighs as he kisses me like he can't get enough, like he has to have more. I feel almost drunk on kisses.

  I've kissed my fair share of men.

  But none of them ever made me feel like this. Like I had to have them, like my body was burning up for them.

  There's no denying our chemistry.

  I make a sound of protest as his mouth moves away from mine.

  He murmurs something soothing as he drops to his knees.

  Is he going to...?

  He throws my skirt up and peels my leggings down and off my legs, right over my boots.

  I'm suddenly naked from the waist down.

  The direct aggressiveness of the act is unexpected and ratchets my arousal up even higher.

  But everything he does makes me sexcited.

  And then his large hands take a firm grip on the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, pushing them wide apart, spreading me in front of his hot gaze.

  Oh.

  I'm already panting as I watch him lick his lips, his eyes locked between my legs.

  I am seriously wet as fuck.

  Murmuring something under his breath, he leans forward and licks a long line up my center with the flat of his tongue.

  I groan, sliding my fingers into his hair. Its silky and smooth under my fingers, warm from his scalp.

  Make him angry as often as I can, got it.

  CLICK HERE TO KEEP READING A BABY FOR THE ALIEN PRINCE

  Over 250 Amazon Reviews * 4.5+ star rating