Sacrificed to the Dragon: Complete Boxed Set (Parts #1-4)

by Jessie Donovan

  The moment her feet touched the ground, the dragonman released his hold on her body and moved away as if he’d been burned. The mixture of irritation and disgust in his eyes poked at her self-esteem.

  Melanie kept her head held high. She knew she wasn’t one of the stick thin models who had to watch every damn thing they ate, but she wasn’t unhealthy. She cooked everything from scratch and enjoyed her near-daily walks. If he didn’t like what he saw, too bad. She wasn’t about to let this bastard chip away at her hard-earned self-esteem.

  Not caring if her mouth got her in trouble, she said, “Stop treating and eying me like a piece of meat.”

  “Why? You’re the one who offered your body to a stranger.”

  “To save my brother. That makes the world of difference.”

  He looked unconvinced. “Rationalize all you like, I don’t care. All that matters is that your body reacts to mine, which means I won’t have to try too hard to get you naked.”

  “Why, because you’re fit? Just because you’re tall, dark, and muscled doesn’t mean anything. You’re mean, cruel, and rude. And that’s not attractive.”

  “Your nipples say differently.” He turned and walked the last few paces to the door. “Now, that’s enough. It’s time to meet my clan leader.”

  He knocked, opened the door, and entered the stone cottage, leaving her to stand by herself. A few of the dragon-shifters had been watching her exchange with Tristan, and they continued to stare at her. Her cheeks flushed as she realized what they must’ve overheard.

  Great way to make a first impression, Hall. But she couldn’t help it. Tristan was like a lighter for her temper.

  She took a deep breath and exhaled before she headed for the open cottage door. If she tried hard enough, she might do a better job of making a good impression with Stonefire’s leader. Considering she would need his approval to do any sort of write-up about his clan, she needed to temporarily put aside her issues with Tristan and morph back into the pleasant, friendly young woman she was with most people.

  Inside the cottage was a large room with a desk in the far corner. Sitting at the desk was another huge, muscled man with a tattoo snaking out from under his t-shirt, signaling he was a dragon-shifter. Soon she might get the chance to see what the dragon-shifter tattoos looked like—with Tristan, at least—without a shirt getting in the way.

  Speaking of the bastard, Tristan was already at the desk and speaking in a language she didn’t understand. It didn’t sound like French, German, or Spanish. Maybe the dragons had their own language, but much like what had happened to Gaelic in Scotland, it had mostly died out over the years and been replaced with English.

  To avoid being completely disrespectful to Stonefire’s leader, Mel kept quiet as she approached the desk. When she finally stood next to Tristan, the leader stopped talking and fixed her with a stare.

  His eyes were a deep blue that pierced right to her soul. She didn’t think she could lie to the dragonman, given the chance. While she’d had no problem speaking her mind with Tristan, everything about the man behind the desk suggested she’d better keep quiet if she knew what was good for her.

  Without moving his blue gaze from hers, the leader stood up and said, “My name is Bram Moore-Llewellyn.”

  The man’s bearing was so regal she barely resisted the urge to curtsy. “Melanie Hall. Just Hall, I don’t have a double-barreled last name like you.”

  The fierce man didn’t even crack a smile. Were all dragon-shifters so serious?

  Bram said, “Let’s sit down.” He then motioned to a set of couches on the far side of the room.

  Bram took the couch across while Tristan sat down next to her, careful not to touch her. Mel folded her hands in her lap, unsure if she should speak or wait for one of the men to speak.

  When all they did was stare at her, she decided enough was enough. Since any time she talked with Tristan she said whatever came to mind, she focused on Bram. “Sir, Bram, Mr. Moore-Llewellyn? I’m honored to meet you, but if there is nothing else to discuss, may I go? I’d really like the chance to settle in and get to know my surroundings.”

  Tristan drawled, “More like go back and spy on the young dragons practicing.”

  She looked over at him. “I think that falls under the ‘getting to know my surroundings’ criteria.”

  There was a grunt from Bram’s direction, and she looked back at him and he said, “Melanie, you can get to know your surroundings tomorrow since tonight will be busy.” He waved toward Tristan. “Tristan will take you to your quarters. Some of the human women will visit with you and prepare you for tonight.”

  “Tonight?”

  Bram nodded. “Yes, tonight. I’m not surprised Tristan didn’t tell you about the welcoming ceremony because he hates group gatherings, but you two will have one all the same. It’s a chance for the clan to get to know you, and for us to wish you two a fruitful pairing.”

  Mel’s cheeks flushed at the thought of “pairing” with Tristan.

  Bram continued. “While I wanted to meet you, there is another reason I asked Tristan to bring you to me. If for any reason you are scared for your safety or are being mistreated, come to me. I trust only a few people more than Tristan, but it’s important for you to know you’re not alone. You are part of Stonefire—at least, for now—and I do everything I can to protect my clan. Remember that.”

  At the fierceness in his eyes, she believed him. She nodded, but as the silence dragged on, she said, “Is there anything else?”

  Bram eyed her for a minute before he said, “One last thing. If you betray my clan, you will be punished. Some human females in the past have tried to steal dragon’s blood or other secrets, and are now serving life sentences in prison. I know this is all forbidden in the fine print of your contract, but I’ve found a straightforward reminder helps to lessen the number of offenses.”

  She wondered if just taking notes would fall under the category of stealing secrets. She’d have to talk with Bram about that soon, just in case. “I understand.”

  Bram stood up. “Good. Now, Tristan will take you to your assigned cottage where you’ll live for your time here at Stonefire. I’ll see you again tonight.” He put out a hand and she took it to shake.

  She felt a hand at her elbow. She looked to her left and saw Tristan standing next to her. She hadn’t even heard him stand up.

  He tugged at her elbow. “Let’s go. The females are probably already waiting for you.”

  Bram released her hand. With a nod, Tristan turned her around and guided her out the door.

  As he urged her toward the biggest collection of houses she’d seen so far, some of Mel’s bravado faded. Meeting with some of the human women would give her a glimpse of how her life would be here. Given the two males she’d met so far, she didn’t have high hopes everything would magically get better once she settled in.

  Chapter Four

  Tristan couldn’t get Melanie to move fast enough. He wanted to drop her off and get a small reprieve from her incessant questions, and her oddly addicting scent.

  Carrying her on his shoulder had been a mistake. The instant her full, plump breasts had pressed against his back, his cock had gone hard. Sliding her down his body had only made him harder.

  If that wasn’t enough, her scent told him she was nearly at the fertile time of the month, and his inner dragon had screamed at him to throw her on the ground and fuck her. Even now, with Melanie at his side, his dragon was impatient, not understanding why he would give another male the chance to get her with child ahead of him.

  Tristan might’ve grown up the late twentieth and early twenty-first century, but his dragon functioned primarily on instinct. Hunt, fly, fuck, eat. That’s what his beast understood.

  While every dragon-shifter learned from an early age how to control their dragons, spending two days with a female who was both fertile and who had caught the eye of his dragon would be the ultimate test of self-control. That was why he’d tried to convince B
ram in Mersae, the dragon-shifter language, to let someone else show her around Stonefire’s land tomorrow. However, Bram had been firm and told him to get his dragon under control. If Tristan couldn’t manage to do that, then he wasn’t worthy of a female to birth his children.

  An hour ago, he would’ve been happy to give the human sacrifice to someone else. But after feeling Melanie’s soft body pressed up against his, the thought of another male taking her made his dragon roar inside his head. When Bram had taken her hand, he’d barely resisted throwing his friend across the room.

  The whole situation was fucked up. Bram was his oldest friend and clan leader, but his dragon didn’t seem to care. It wanted Melanie. Period. Unless he wanted to unleash an angry, snarling dragon on his clan—losing control of his dragon would get him kicked out or worse—passing her off to another male wasn’t an option.

  His dragon pushed his way to the front of his mind. The female is ours. Take her. Bond her. Now.

  He wrestled the beast back and was barely in control again when Melanie’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “Are you going to tell me about tonight’s event?”

  He glanced over at her. The sound of her voice calmed his dragon. For once, he was grateful for the distraction of her questions. “What’s there to tell? People will get together, eat, drink, and dance.”

  “Is that why you don’t like big get-togethers? Because you have to dance?”

  “No.”

  She tugged on her elbow but Tristan didn’t release his grip. “Well?”

  They were almost to her new dwelling, and he decided talking would keep the human part of him front and center. “I don’t like contained, crowded places. I’m part dragon, and I much prefer the freedom of the skies.”

  “But what about airplanes? Or air pollution? I’d imagine flying isn’t as grand as it might’ve once been.”

  Keep her talking. I want to hear her voice, his dragon told him. Since they were nearly to the cottage, he decided to listen to his beast. “Even with those things, there’s nothing like using the power of your wings to soar over an ocean, or a mountain, or a forest. Humans must rely on airplanes, cars, and boats to get them from one place to the other, but as a dragon, I can fly anywhere. My wings are my independence.”

  He didn’t spoil his little speech by saying he could fly almost anywhere. Certain cities had dragonflight bans, and in some rural areas, dragon hunters waited for their prey; harvesting and selling dragon’s blood on the black market was becoming a big problem.

  Thankfully, they arrived at the small stone cottage sitting a little away from the rest, which meant he wouldn’t have to keep talking to her. He nodded his head toward the thatched cottage and said, “This is to be your home while you’re here.” He could hear the females inside. “The human females will answer your questions and bring you to the ceremony.”

  She frowned. “And what about you?”

  Using the trick of talking to forget about his dragon’s instinct seemed to have backfired. He’d been too nice, and Melanie seemed to have gotten her hopes up about him caring about her. It was time to fix that. “I’m going for a quick flight to rid the stench of human from my nose.”

  His dragon roared and said, She doesn’t stink. Stay. Take her. We will scent her.

  Shut it.

  Tristan ignored the hurt in the human’s eyes. He couldn’t let her like him, or his dragon’s need might overwhelm his own self-control. “Until tonight.”

  He turned and left her standing in the dirt. His dragon growled in irritation at the change of Melanie’s scent from one of a soft, warm woman to a hurt, lonely one.

  Well, fuck you, dragon. Just because his beast had forgotten that humans had torn apart his family didn’t mean Tristan-the-man had.

  He picked up his pace and headed toward the clearing where he could shift and take off. He hoped the flight would clear his head and allow him to get a handle on his dragon again, or the next two days were going to be pure hell. No female had ever affected his beast to the point his dragon demanded things of him, and that scared him a little.

  ~~~

  Melanie watched Tristan walk away and tried not to cry. She’d thought they’d made some progress when he’d told her about not liking confined spaces, or about the freedom of flight. But then he’d gone and said she stank.

  Even if her body was attracted to him—and it was—she wasn’t sure her heart could take having sex with him, especially if all he’d do afterward was tear her down again.

  Not now, Hall. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She’d only been on Stonefire’s land for a little over an hour and it was too soon to start guessing her future.

  Opening her eyes, she eyed the cottage door and decided the best thing was to see what the other human women said about their time here. Their experience would be more valuable to her than crying or wondering what if.

  Unsure of what she should do, Melanie knocked. A faint “Come in” answered and she opened the door and entered the cottage.

  Inside were two women. The one with curly red hair and blue eyes was about Mel’s age and very much pregnant. The other one was a little older with long, black hair and dark, golden skin. The woman with the dark hair smiled and said, “I’m Samira.” She gestured at the redhead. “And this is Caitriona. Welcome to Stonefire.”

  Mel forced a smile. “I’m Melanie Hall.”

  She took a step toward the women when a little boy who looked to be about three years old peeked out from behind Samira’s skirts. Samira looked down at the boy with love and placed a hand on his head. “And this is my son, Rhys.”

  As Samira coaxed her son out and picked him up, Mel looked over at Caitriona. But the woman wasn’t smiling. If anything, her vacant expression made her look like a walking zombie. Mel decided Samira would be her best bet for information and looked at the woman holding her son in her arms. “While it’s nice to meet you all, I’m hoping you can help me understand what it is I’m supposed to do tonight. What’s a welcoming ceremony?”

  Samira jostled her son on her hip. “We have enough time to chat over some tea.” She looked at Caitriona. “Cait, can you make us some tea and bring out some biscuits?”

  Cait nodded and headed for the small kitchen on the far side of the room. Samira motioned her head toward the couches and chairs. “Let’s sit down.”

  Mel looked over at Cait. “Shouldn’t she sit down? She looks quite pregnant.”

  Samira walked over and whispered, “She’s only six months along. Besides, she likes to keep busy. It helps her to forget her troubles.”

  Mel wanted to ask more, but when Samira pushed against her shoulder with her own, she took the hint. Once they sat down, Mel on the chair and Samira on the couch opposite with her son on her lap, Samira said, “I’ll tell you about the welcoming ceremony in a minute. First, what did you think of Tristan?”

  Unsure of Samira’s loyalties, she decided to keep her answer diplomatic. “I just met him.”

  Samira clicked her tongue. “Come, now. He’s a broody bastard when it comes to humans. You can say so, and it won’t go outside this room. Trust me, being a human amongst the dragon-shifters can be a trial sometimes.”

  Mel studied the smiling woman holding her son tight in her arms and decided to trust her a little. “That’s an understatement.” She paused, but before she could stop herself, she said, “I think Tristan hates me.”

  “It doesn’t surprise me.”

  Mel clenched a fist against her jeans. The other woman knew nothing about her. But Samira continued before she could say a word. “It has nothing to do with you, my dear. You seem lovely. But Tristan’s mother was killed by humans, and he’s never gotten over it.”

  She blinked. She’d heard tales of dragon hunters, but like most humans, she’d thought the British government had gotten the illegal poachers under control.

  Knowing what had happened to Tristan’s mother put an entirely new perspective on things. “But why are you telling me this? I a
ssume his mother’s death is a very personal thing, and something he doesn’t want strangers to know.”

  Samira shrugged. “Everyone in the clan knows about it. There’s no reason to hide it, especially as Tristan would never mention it to a human, even if you tortured him for a decade.”

  Wow. To say Tristan had issues was putting it mildly.

  Cait came in with a tray and she placed it on the small table between the couch and chairs. The timid woman poured a cup of tea, picked up a cookie, and sat in the chair farthest off to the side. As she nibbled on the cookie, Mel couldn’t help but notice her vacant expression and defeated posture. Quite simply, it looked like Cait had given up any chance at happiness.

  Before Mel could think better of it, she said, “Cait, what’s the matter?”

  At first, Mel thought the woman would ignore her. But finally, the redhead spoke, her voice not more than a whisper, “I want to go home.”

  Cait let out a sob, and Mel went to the woman’s side and put her arms around her. When Cait’s sobs didn’t let up, she glanced over to Samira, who was bouncing her son on her lap to distract the boy from Cait’s breakdown.

  She focused back on Cait, stroking her hair and making soft noises. Eventually, the woman stopped crying. As Cait wiped her eyes with her hands, Mel forced herself to ask, “Tell me, Cait. Why do you want to go home? Is it really so bad here?”

  Cait’s eyes went to where Samira was entertaining her son. She looked back to Mel’s face and said, “What Samira has is rare. Her dragonman loves her, loves their son, and he would die to protect them. Mine left six months ago, as soon as I was pregnant, and no one’s heard of him since.” She placed a hand on her belly. “He didn’t want a child, but all of the men take at least one turn. I was terrified of him in the beginning, which didn’t help matters. But he didn’t want me, and he doesn’t want our child. I’m tired of the looks of pity and people tiptoeing around me. Everyone here talks, as you’ll soon find out, and I just want to go back to being normal.”