Bride of Dragons (The Dragon's Virgin Tribute)

by Madelene Martin

  Lily gasped, her face pressed up against the stone. She tried to struggle then, weakly and hopelessly, twisting in his grip.

  It only spurred him on. She heard him chuckle quietly, and he let go of her wrists, only to wrap his hand in her long hair. He yanked her head back, and she winced at the sharp pain in her scalp.

  Nalranith pulled by the hair, her away from the wall, and dragged her a few steps. There, he pushed her down onto the ground, so that she was on her hands and knees. Still gripping her hair so tightly, he caressed her round ass with his hand, claws brushing her skin.

  "You don't want to make me angry." He growled.