THE DRAGONIAN’S WITCH (The First Witch Book 1)

by Meg Xuemei X

  My body was furious. It urged me to confront him and challenge her.

  Forget it. He isn’t yours and never will be, I told my body and disregarded its raging jealousy. Say goodbye to the prince.

  Let the noblewoman have her soft claws on him. I wished them all the happiness in the world.

  While Ares still looked stupefied at his witch, I slid through the side exit and blended into the crowd.

  CHAPTER 16

  The Angels

  Freedom didn’t taste as sweet as I had imagined, especially when I felt I lost more than gained. It was as if I’d left something so valuable behind, and I didn’t mean the three angelic daggers Ares held in his possession.

  I pushed the vacant, nagging feeling out of my heart and followed the flow of the mass. I laid low and stayed alert since Einarr might be in the crowd, scouting. I wouldn’t underestimate him.

  I reached the alley where we had had our little tryst. Sadness washed over me like waves as I stared into the long passage. Looking around me, and though I didn’t want to, I decided using the alley would be the best option.

  I stopped at the spot and placed my palm against the cold stone wall where Ares had thrust into me. For one pleasurable, intense moment, his cock had filled me completely.

  He could have me, if only he wanted just me—hot, fresh, eager and right in front of him. But he wanted his coveted First Witch more.

  So now he got the noblewoman, a fake witch.

  I would return to be me—wild and free, and I wouldn’t look back.

  I strolled toward the other end, ready to leave the past behind me.

  Overhead, shadows passed over my face before I heard the rapid flapping of wings, and it wasn’t the sound I associated with the guardians.

  My blood iced over.

  I tightened the hood on my head and sprang toward the other end. Once I reached the crowd, I would disappear in them again.

  I looked up as I lurched forward.

  A massive Archangel hovered above me.

  Two other Angel sentinels appeared on either side of the alley and stalked toward me, black wings arching behind, long swords flashing in their hands.

  There was no way in hell that I could take down all three Angel sentinels, but I wouldn’t roll over and offer my belly in submission.

  I’d sworn to never let them capture me, knowing what they would do to me was much worse than death. I planned to snatch a dagger from one of them and plunge it into my own heart if I lost this battle. I would leave them with nothing but a rotting corpse.

  I did a quick calculation.

  Without my daggers and with my dark Angel power sealed at the bottom of the ice lake, all I had was my touch. I would have to entice them to get close enough. I hoped they hadn’t learned about my lethal touch.

  The hunters closed in on me from the ground and the sky.

  With their super hearing, they had to hear how violently my heart pounded.

  It pumped raw fear and adrenaline.

  The Angel in the sky descended toward me. This close, I could see the patch on his left eye and recognized my fine work—I’d sunk an angelic dagger into his eye at the depth of the lake.

  I was twelve then.

  He had come back for me, and I thought he was dead.

  “Hello again, Princess,” the Angel called, his good eye a burning dark coal.

  Angels were beautiful beings, yet they were the worst kind of monsters.

  I flashed him my syrup smile. “Hello, gorgeous,” I purred. “I’ve missed you. You look exotic with that eye patch. Is it homemade?”

  In less than a second, I’d stripped myself bare, a pile of clothes under my feet. On top of the heap were the velvet gloves the sorcerer gave me.

  I was weaponless, but every inch of my skin was death.

  If I went down, I went down with style.

  The duet finale

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  From the Author

  To new readers, welcome to the world of The First Witch, where Freyja met Ares. For the devoted readers who have read The Empress of Mysth series, this companion book Dragonian’s Witch is dedicated to you.

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  ~ Meg

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  The Empress of Mysth 1: Angel’s Lust

  The Empress of Mysth 1: Angel’s Lust

  Forbidden. Sworn Enemy. Wicked Seduction.

  Savage angels have turned Earth into their hunting ground. To save all earthborns, the fey princess Rose cedes to the marriage demands of the King of Angels, knowing she won't survive the wedding night. When she comes to Atlantis to find a secret weapon to banish angels from our planet, she awakens the darkest lust in the king's lethal brother.

  The most formidable angel comes across the universe and finds her. He will stop at nothing to possess her, even if he must fall.

  The High Prince offers Rose an indecent proposal: sleep with him once and he'll keep her safe. Rose will turn his urge against him and destroy the angels' house. While unbridled lust burns the prince, it also torments her.

  PRINCESS ROSE

  I lounged on Seth’s enormous bed. His male scent lingered on the pillow, and I pressed my nose against it and inhaled.

  His bedroom was more like a luxury hotel than a cherished home. He hadn’t planned on staying on Earth anyway. And a valued penthouse wouldn’t have so many punched holes on the walls. Such anger. Such power.

  The prince was approaching. As soon as I smelled him, I leaned on my side with my head on my elbow and picked up a book.

  Seth halted at door, eyes widening at the sight of me. My heart pounded hard, but I kept a cool mask in place and sent him a careless glance.

  He lunged at me. Before I knew it, I was on his lap, my sex against his hard erection. It felt delicious already.

  I threw my arms around his neck and moved my hips up and down against its impressive length. Just a little fun. The prince let out a low groan, which only made the fire in me leap higher and my blood race faster.

  “I noticed a lot holes on the walls.” I gestured casually to calm my nerves. “Is that a new trend for angels?”

  “I got frustrated,” he breathed, his hungry mouth on my neck, tracing down.

  I grew breathless at his kiss. He seemed to know my every sensitive spot. “Because?”

  “I couldn’t have you. You wouldn’t let me. I thought I could never get a relief.”

  I wanted to laugh.

  But his mouth was on mine in a second, raw and demanding, as if avenging me for denying him for so long.

  At his urging, I opened my mouth to him. I didn’t come to resist him today.

  His tongue swept over and tangled with mine, holding me captive.

  His familiar scent of pine and wine and male musk wrapped around me, telling me that I was forever safe with him. He also smelt of sky and wind and mist. Obviously, he had been flying.

  The High Prince of Angels was everything I wasn’t.

  His lips, hands, and teeth roamed all over my mouth, neck, breasts, inner thighs, and sex. His heartbeat thumped against my palm, then against my breasts. Our limbs were all over each other, exploring and claiming.

  I grazed my teeth over his throat, his most vulnerable spot. He hesitated for a heartbeat, then allowed me to keep at it.

  Angels didn’t trust anyone. They were taught to never show any weakness.

  Having my teeth lingering on his throat was a test. I knew that he had never showed anyone his neck and wouldn’t let anyone touch his wings. But he had let me do all those things to
him. I had to admit that he treated me better than I’d ever treated him.

  The reputed heartless angel had been patient with me. He had protected me and saved me. When he could have claimed his rights to have me, he had let me go.

  So today I came to offer myself to him willingly.

  My teeth left his throat and traced his strong jaw and nipped his skin.

  He liked it.

  But I wanted to venture into a more challenging area.

  His wings arched behind him, golden with blue dust at the feather tips. Wings allowed the angels to ride the wild wind and soar free in the open sky.

  I reached for his left wing, gliding my fingers over its ridge. Wouldn’t it be nice if I had a pair? Seth sucked in a sharp breath, a shocked pleasure twisting his once perfect marble face.

  As our bodies tangled and our limbs explored each other and our tongues locked, the heat level rocketed higher and higher, and the prince was on the verge of losing control.

  He attempted to aim his cock at my entrance and glide in, but I blocked his each try even when I needed it inside me more than anything.

  A translucent bead rose from the slit in his crown, and he contemplated it with an amazed expression. I hadn’t a clue why he was awed. He had bedded countless females before—this shouldn’t be anything new for him.

  Unlike me.

  When I kneed up, my feet pushing his chest to prevent him for the third time from entering me, he was trembling. He looked like he wanted to shake me, or to strangle me, but he compensated with letting out a half-snarl, which would be scary to others but not to me. A lustful storm and extreme frustration brewed in his grey eyes, darkening them further and further.

  I would finally let him enjoy a release, but not just yet.

  I knew I was treading on a minefield, and the prince would go off any second now, judging from the wild, savage look in his eyes.

  Even so, my instinct bet that he would not force me. Never force me. Despite his seducing, blackmailing, and threatening.

  The ache between my thighs was also undoing me, yet I held onto a thin thread of control that could break at any time.

  I stalled him for a reason.

  I was a virgin. I had never been with a male before. I didn’t want to disappoint him, while his lust burned like a firestorm. Before I gave myself to him, I wanted to give him more.

  I was going to gift him the fantasy every male dreamt of.

  He had earned it. He had put his future in jeopardy to save me again and again.

  My elite courtiers entered the prince’s quarters and joined us. Their masks made them even sexier, besides gorgeous and mysterious.

  They were the most skilled females in the bedroom. I would watch and learn. And today, they weren’t my weapons. They were my reward to the High Prince of All Angels. Of course, I’d asked their permission first.

  Seth had to be enthralled as breasts bumped and rubbed all around him. The most striking fey females surrounded him, aiming to please.

  While he was distracted by a dozen naked, masked courtiers, I had withdrawn to blend in and hide among them.

  And I watched.

  PRINCE SETH

  The masked females closed in on me.

  Perfumes filled the room.

  They joined me and Rose in bed.

  Someone’s hands were on my ass, grabbing it, massaging it, and pinching it.

  The courtier who wore a green peacock mask had moved to my front, curving an arm around my neck and leaning for a kiss. Her other hand grabbed my hardness.

  Another female’s hand also held my length. Two soft hands of a different temperature and feel pumped my cock, which was supposed to increase the degree of pleasure.

  “It’s huge,” a female gasped.

  “A steel rod,” another said.

  And then the hands were gone, but full lips wrapped around my shaft and moved down.

  I didn’t feel any pleasure at their touch despite my cock aching with the urgent need for release.

  I cupped the female’s cheeks, hard enough for her to stop sucking me. I yanked my cock out of her mouth, then grabbed the hand that held my heavy balls and removed it from my male member.

  I shoved away the two courtiers facing me and looked for Rose.

  My wings fanned out and covered my front, so no one would come to grab my cock again. For added security, I let black lightning spark on every inch of my wings. It would stun whoever dared touch me. I had to protect myself from being molested.

  The courtiers moved away from me like ebbing waves, respectfully and fearfully giving me a wide berth.

  Except for Rose.

  She was right in front of me, leaning on the high pillows. She opened her legs, her sex glistening and enticing, waiting for my cock to charge in and enjoy.

  “You want me?” She crooked a finger at me. “Come and get me.”

  This time she wouldn’t pull the plug, the eager look in her whiskey-colored eyes promised the pleasure of the world and more.

  All I had to do was to drive my cock into her heated channel, and I could finally have her. I could finally fuck her.

  But there was one problem.

  She might look like Rose; she didn’t smell of Rose.

  Because she wasn’t Rose.

  One of the courtiers had the magic of illusion. So clearly, this one waiting for me to fuck her was an imposter.

  The courtier with the gift of glamour had disguised Rose and hid her among others.

  Rose had brought them in; she’d given me the permission to have any and every female I wanted in the room.

  “Will you put out your magnificent lightning please, my prince?” the Rose imposter requested.

  Totally not Rose. My Rose didn’t beg. She demanded and commanded and ridiculed. She had no fear for my lightning. And she would never call it magnificent. She would use the word “unholy” or “obnoxious” to describe it when she wasn’t in a good mood.

  I leapt off the bed, my eyes surveying the courtiers for the real princess.

  The courtiers sensed my intention and came toward me. A bold one touched my feathers and immediately jumped back, yelping in pain.

  Yeah, babes, come touch me again.

  Black lightning sparkled brightly on my feather tips.

  “If it weren’t for your princess’s sake,” I said, “a touch without my permission would get you killed.”

  Someone hissed back. It was the real Rose. Panic left me. I’d been worried sick that she had slipped out of the room and that my lamb had gotten away again when I’d been distracted by these crazy, crafty Mysthian females.

  I whipped my head in the direction, but the courtiers had all moved like annoying waves. Other than the fake princess in my bed, all others, Rose among them, wore masks.

  “You,” I said, my chin jerking toward the phony, “get out. You’re not the princess. I’ve seen through your glamour.”

  The courtiers froze for a beat.

  I sniffed. Rose’s scent was fresh and vivid. I calmed. “Other males might be fooled by your tricks,” I said. “But I am the High Prince of All Angels. So stop your prank.”

  The fake princess rolled off bed and padded toward me, swaying her hips. She wouldn’t give up, would she?

  “Come and grab my dick,” I warned, “and I’ll hurt you.”

  She halted and studied me, a real interest forming in her eyes. “You can have every one of us, including the princess. You can start with me as an appetizer.”

  “Thanks, but I’m afraid I have to decline,” I said. My arms folding across my chest and my wings enfolding myself for protection, I scanned all the pretty masked faces. “Now, the party is over. Everyone leaves, except your princess. I want only the one who’s mine!”

  “Good luck then, Prince,” the fake princess said acidly. She walked back into the courtiers’ ranks and blended in with the rest.

  And now there were thirteen masked females in my quarters.

  “Find her, then you’ll ha
ve your true lust,” someone challenged.

  I sneered. Like that could stop me.

  “You’ll have only one chance,” another masked courtier said. “Once you choose, you’ll stick with the one you pick, and the rest of us will leave.”

  These damned Mysthians loved to play games!

  “You really want to play this game, Rose?” I gritted.

  The masked females stared back at me collectively.

  I dropped my lightning and grabbed a courtier with a white lace venetian mask and sniffed. “Definitely not the princess.” I shoved her toward the door. “One out. Eleven to go.”

  Before I snatched another to kick her out of the game, a courtier, who had the same sunset-auburn hair as Rose, stepped up and said, “This is not how we play, High Prince. You can’t just pick us one by one and sniff us like we are—”

  “Yeah, yeah, you’re not bones,” I cut in. “You’re flowers. Yet none of you are that delicate when it comes to ambushing, manipulating, and tricking me.”

  “High Prince, restrain yourself,” the one with Rose’s hair said. “Her Highness won’t be pleased if you’re so rude to her courtiers.”

  She even mimicked Rose’s tone and hit every pitch. I narrowed my eyes. These females were not what they appeared to be under the disguises. I trained my eyes on the bold one and sniffed, then another courtier called, “One chance means you’ll get only one pick among us to find the real princess.”

  “If you blow it, you’ll never have her, or me,” the sunset-auburn haired female added, drawing attention to herself. She might be the head of the courtiers, or the one who glamoured them all.

  I frowned. “Are all fey females this annoying and opinionated?” Then I pointed at her and thumbed toward the door. “You sound like Princess Rose and even have her hair color, but you’re definitely not her. Out.”

  She shrugged. “Are you sure, Seth? Your next pick will be your final.”