Sold To The Dragon Princes: The Novel

by Daniella Wright

  They take another one of those studious glances, before Alaric shrugs then prepares to enter me. I think Cael's planning to go after Alaric, but no. I want us all to come together.

  “Let me take you too,” I say, giving Cael a sultry smile. He swallows, before I take Cael's dick in my mouth.

  Now, can I concentrate enough to stimulate him, even as Alaric pushes inside me, beginning to thrust? This could be an interesting challenge. I've had plenty of time to practise blow jobs, and I like to think I'm efficient enough at them to make a guy come with special flair. Sex isn't always pretty. It's grimy, dirty, and there's a lot of fluid exchange. But it's all in pursuit of the ultimate pleasure.

  It's quite possible that Cael and Alaric are my ultimate pleasures.

  I contract my inner core muscles around Alaric's dick, making him gasp. I swirl my tongue around Cael's length, careful with my motion. There's a kind of impish glee inside me, along with them. I don't do so well without clitoral stimulation, though in extreme circumstances, I've been able to orgasm.

  Cael comes first, hot in my mouth, and Alaric follows a moment later. Cael rests by my side, whilst Alaric finishes me off with some skilful fingering. I sigh as the orgasm soars, taking me to bliss.

  It's always so fleeting, that pinnacle, but the glow lasts for quite a while afterwards. That's why the build up is the most important. Since the actual orgasm is so brief, everything else in preparation is the main course, leading to a small delicacy at the end.

  All of us lie there, panting. I'm happy. They're deliriously happy. First with the orgasm, second with the fact that we're all closer to one another's hearts than before.

  I'm sandwiched between them as they both drape themselves over me. The heat is starting to bother me now, but I don't say anything, because I want them to be happy. The moment shouldn't be spoiled by me complaining about body temperature. Our cheeks are all flushed, our skins red as well from the pounding of our blood, the warmth of our love and lust.

  Not a bad way to end things. I wouldn't mind additional opportunities like this.

  I wedge my elbow between myself and Alaric to make the heat tolerable and begin to fall asleep, utterly content, bathing in their renewed love and warmth.

  “Thank you, Bronnen,” Alaric whispers into my ear. “I'm glad we bought you.”

  I chuckle at this. “I'm not glad how I arrived here, but I am glad to be getting on so famously with you two. And the whole pampering thing. Girl could get used to that.”

  “You refuse most of the pampering,” Alaric points out. “Since you seem to like doing things by yourself. You'll put those poor servants out of a job.”

  “I'll find them something to do,” I say with a lazy grin.

  Cael nuzzles into my neck. “Bronnen. None of this would have happened without you. We might never have reconciled. I might still be... like before. You're a blessing in disguise.”

  I'm flattered. I give him a kiss on the forehead before yawning and stretching. “I try my best. Can't say this is the end solution, though. You two still got a lot of work to go through.”

  “True. So we'll just have to do our best to make it work. Together.” Cael squeezes my left hand, now nuzzling into my neck. His dark hair and faint stubble tickle at me.

  “I hope you won't want to leave us,” Alaric says then. “I hope you'll stay with us.”

  “Oh, right. I forgot about that,” Cael says. “Bronnen managed to contact her parents. She still wants to stay with us.”

  “What? Really? Don't you miss them?” Alaric gapes at me.

  “Of course I miss them.” A little sadness tinges with my satisfaction. “But it doesn't change the fact that this is one of the best things to happen to me. It may not be for everyone... but it's good for me.”

  Cael wriggles his nose in my neck. “You can speak to them in the future if you want. Especially if you still want to stay here anyway.”

  “I'd like that,” I admit. Though right now, I want to drift off into sleep. For some reason, it's been quite an exhausting day. Maybe because of the tension that formed from not knowing how the meeting with all of us would go.

  Guess I know now.

  I settle better into the covers. My thoughts are errant, but they do keep returning to the same things. How lucky I am to become a princess. Even if it's a dragon's princess of a small shifter tribe high up in the mountains of who knows where. I still don't really see the princess moniker sticking, but I'm okay being called such by others. I have two princes who seem to really, really like me. Dare I say, love?

  If it's not completely love, I'm pretty certain we'll be there in a couple of months. We've just passed the next big stage in this relationship, after all. One that needed fixing.

  I'm happy to keep fixing it further, too, and to seriously consider staying in this world. I like Alaric and Cael. I really do.

  A part of me thinks that they're the things I've been missing from my life all along.

  That together, we form a complete, perfect set.

  There will be issues ahead. Seeing how I have to proceed with my parents. Seeing if I can at some point arrange a trip back into human civilization, though there's probably a bunch of risks associated with that. I need to make our union more public, more accepting, so people are less inclined to want to assassinate an opposing prince. I'm yet to figure out what will happen when I become pregnant. One of the princes might end up taking an extra princess if it becomes too complicated, and they also have every chance of reverting to old patterns.

  I have to deal with each issue as it comes. And it's best not to worry too much about them, since worry has a way of weighing you down, making it hard to think and breathe. I've spent many hours worrying about my bills, about what I'll amount to in life. I got blessed. I became lucky. But it doesn't mean I can sit around and be complacent. Things have a way of slipping through your fingers if you don't fight to cling onto them.

  I plan to fight every step of the way to make sure we work out. A part of me looks forward to the effort it will involve. The other part is in mild panic, which manages to push through the orgasmic haze somewhat.

  I don't allow it to reign over me for long. Too much to do. And there's sleep to catch up on.

  I let myself drift into sleep at last.

  Tomorrow is a new day with new issues. I, Bronnen McLaughlin, bearer of a stupid name, am ready to face it. I'm ready to face my life. My home. My future.

  The End

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  A Bear Shifter Romance

  Hudson

  I am a Prince. No, seriously, I am. I’m a bear-shifter and in order to take the throne and become king in my clan, I have to take a mate—which will never happen. I don’t do long-term and I’m definitely not looking to settle down.

  One night, no attachments, sounds simple right?

  Well, it was, until I saw her.

  Fay

  When I saw him that first night, I knew I wanted him to take me. I might not date—too afraid of getting hurt—but a girl has needs. One night together is all I expected, but when he wants more, I run.

  But I don’t get far.

  Hudson wants me and won’t stop until I’m his, but can I accept Hudson and his bear? And when I’m in danger, will Hudson come in time to save me?

  Can love conquer all?

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  Hudson

  I know I’m here with someone, but I can’t help but watch the girl with the flaming red hair dance with her date on the dance floor. She’s beautiful, captivating, and she has stolen all my senses and seems to have no intention to give it back. From the momen
t my gaze came into contact with her form I was smitten.

  Then our eyes meet for the first time and I was lost.

  As if knowing I’m thinking about her right now, she glances my way. Her blue eyes practically glow underneath the moonlight and the smirk she throws my way—a smirk that shows she knows I’m enchanted by her—makes my shaft stir in my pants. She then proceeds to grind her ass against her date’s groin and his eyes widen in shock. Considering the fact that she smacked his hands away earlier when he tried to grab her waist, I don’t blame him for being stunned either.

  But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to strangle the human myself for touching what is mine. I clench my fists and growl low in my throat at her actions and I swear that the feisty sprite is silently laughing at my anger. She’s going to get it once I get my hands on her tonight. And I have every intention to have her underneath me at one point this evening. If I’m anything, it’s persistent, and I always get what I want.

  And I want her.

  “You’re supposed to be on a date with me, Hudson.” Amelia hisses out, standing up from our table, and then throws her napkin down on top of the table in fury. She glares at me as she grabs her purse and shakes her head. “I don’t know why you asked me to accompany you to this stupid benefit charity if all you were going to do was watch some other girl dance. You’re supposed to be giving me attention! Look at me!” she gestures down at her too short skirt and barely there top. “I did all this for you and you’re treating me like a piece of gum at the bottom of your shoe!”

  I narrow my eyes at Amelia and she’s smart enough to keep her mouth shut. Her shifter instincts have her averting her gaze from mine. “I do not appreciate your tone, Amelia, and I’ll remind you, just once, who you are taking to. I am your Prince, not your boyfriend. Remember your place.”

  Amelia grinds her teeth together, obviously wanting to tell me to fuck off, but nods her head in understanding. “I’m sorry for my offending tone, Prince. I meant you no disrespect.” she doesn’t look into my eyes as she speaks and I growl my approval. She might be new to our clan, but she has enough sense not to stare directly into my eyes when I’m pissed. “I’m just upset that I finally gained a date with you, but you don’t seem to be enjoying my company.” she pouts and I roll my eyes.

  This is why I don’t date or ask women out to dinners anymore. From the first night, they expect so much of you, even if you’re clearly not interested. Hell, this isn’t even a date and Amelia is already acting like a needy girlfriend who needs my constant attention and pouts and whines when she doesn’t get it.

  “The reason why I asked you to accompany me here tonight is not because I want to fuck you, Amelia.” she blushes and I shake my head, knowing I dodged a bullet with this one. I don’t do timid, submissive girls. I like my woman to have more bite. Glancing up, I see the red-haired beauty now arguing with the man she came here with and my body is anxious to go over there to make sure she’s okay. I turn my focus back to Amelia and sigh when I see she’s glaring at me for looking at the girl again. “I invited you here to discuss including some of your pieces in my store, since my sister Laney isn’t here to do this meeting herself. I specifically recall telling you this and I know for a fact that I did not lead you on or gave you the idea I wanted anything more from you. But after your behavior, I do not think I’m interested in your pieces any longer.”

  Amelia’s face brightens in fury. “I said I was sorry!”

  I shake my head and sigh. “I don’t mix business with pleasure, Amelia, and I’m afraid that if I decide to work with you, you’ll try to blur those lines.” her face flushes again and I know my assumption is correct. “I do not like to play games, Amelia, and above all, I do not like working with people who are high maintenance. Odd, considering I work in the fashion industry, but still true.”

  “I’m not high maintenance, Hudson.” she twirls a piece of hair and looks up at me from under her lashes. Classic. Since I said no, she’s going to try to seduce me so I change my mind, or decide I do mix business and pleasure. She probably thinks I’m playing hard to get but that is so not the case here. “I know I’m just a clan member, a weak one at that, but we can be good together,” she grins up at me and trails a shaking finger down my shirt until she reaches the top of my slacks. Grabbing her hand, I push it away and she frowns. “I don’t understand what that girl has what I don’t? I can please you; Hudson, and I’ve wanted a chance to show you that from the moment I laid eyes on you. Forget the line and take me instead. That way business won’t be mixed with pleasure.”

  I laugh out humorlessly. “That’s why I’m not going to add your line into my store, besides the fact that you’re high maintenance. You choose pleasure over business, which is a turn-off, Amelia.” her jaw drops open, shocked that I’m turning down free sex, and honestly, I’m surprising myself as well, but I know I’m making the right choice. I’m an asshole, but I never play games with the woman I’m with and the only woman I want beneath me tonight is the woman who is rapidly walking away from my sight right at this current moment. “I can’t do this right now, Amelia. Just know that if you want people to respect your line, you have to respect yourself first.”

  With those parting words, I wander off in the direction the woman went in. Entering the mansion, which is owned by one of the charity’s board directors, I take a deep breath and follow the girl's scent upstairs. Everyone is outside right now, so the building it quiet and empty.

  Perfect.

  “I knew you were watching me, handsome.” a feminine voice rings out in the hallway as the woman who has caught my attention leans against the doorframe of a bedroom with a knowing smirk on her face. “I was worried you didn’t see what direction I was going, considering you were having a pretty intense conversation with the blonde girl you were with. Please tell me she’s not your girlfriend or wife because I don’t do men who are taken.”

  I cough to cover up my laugh and shake my head at her. “She’s an associate.”

  She narrows her eyes at me. “That could be true, but just because she isn’t your wife or girlfriend, doesn’t mean you don’t have one.”

  Now I can’t help the laugh that slips out. “No wife or girlfriend. Well, unless you’re talking about my dog, Minnie. I’ve been told many times in the past that we fight like an old married couple, but we always make up before bedtime so she can cuddle by my feet.”

  She chuckles softy. “You’re cute and funny?” she shakes her head. “There has to be something wrong with you. No one looks that perfect and has a good personality too. Aren’t you going to ask about the guy I came here with?”

  I shrug. “I know everything I need to. He’s not your boyfriend, or your husband, because if he was, you wouldn’t have been eye-fucking me all night, silently taunting me to come chase after you.” her eyes blaze with heat, but I’m not done yet. “And even if he was your boyfriend, it wouldn’t have stopped me from pursuing you. There’s something so familiar and hypnotizing about you. I feel as if I’m under your spell and never want to wake up to reality.”

  “I had a feeling you were a charmer.” she comments, but the way her lips curve up slightly tells me she likes what I said. “I knew you’ll try to talk to me tonight and attempt to seduce me.” she grins and tilts her head to the side. “That’s why I left my date and told him things weren’t working out. I wanted to give you all my attention.”

  “What else do you know about me?” I ask, my pulse racing just by talking to her.

  She chuckles. “I know enough from watching you tonight. I know you have been staring at me from the moment you laid eyes on me tonight. I know that every time our gazes crossed, your member twitched in your pants. And, you know what else I know?” she gestures me to come to her with her index finger and when I do, she grabs the front of my shirt and pulls my face down towards hers until we’re only a breath apart. She licks her lips and I can’t help but follow the movement. “I know you want me. Question is…are you going to do som
ething about it?”

  This time, I can’t contain my growl and it rips out of my throat as I grab her and throw her over my shoulder. Slamming the door to the room behind us, I place her down on the ground, but before she can take a single step, I back her against the door and ravage her sassy little mouth with mine.

  She moans against my mouth and I deepen the kiss, my shaft stiffening when she hops up and wraps her legs around my waist. I reach down and do what I’ve been dying to do all night—I grab her ample ass and grind myself against her covered mound.

  “What’s your name, beautiful?” I ask her in-between kisses, dying to know her name.

  “Fay.” she whispers and pulls back slightly. Her blue eye stare intently into mine, and my heart begins to beat rapidly. I feel my bear roar with pleasure at hearing her name and it’s at this moment I realize why I’m so enthralled by Fay...she’s my mate. Her eyes soften, as if sensing my inner turmoil, and she caresses my cheek softly. “What’s your name, handsome?”

  I swallow past the lump in the throat and try to calm my racing heart. The reality that I found my mate, the other half of me, both excites me and freaks me the fuck out. My father lost it when my mother died and I vowed to never fall in love, so I’ll never experience the pain he went through, but now that I found her, I don’t know what I should do. Should I walk away now, before one of us ends up getting hurt? Or do I stay with the only woman who has made my head dizzy with want and causes my heart to race with hope?