Sold To The Dragon Princes: The Novel

by Daniella Wright

  Chapter 12

  Eventually, we arrived at the cul-de-sac. Night had fallen by this point. The families that were watering their gardens before were now safe and sound in their beds, dreaming the night away.

  Once inside, Quin gently laid me down on the living room couch. I sat up and looked at the two men, a million questions at the tip of my tongue, but none of them formulating into a coherent sentence.

  “I’m sorry I had to leave.” Quin broke the ice as he sat down on the coffee table. “I couldn’t help myself. After I bit you, I nearly devoured you right there and then. It took a long time to forget your intoxicating taste.”

  “Do I really taste that good?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. Of all the questions I could have asked that was the best I could come up with.

  “You weren’t just good, you were the best thing I had ever tasted.” He answered. By his side, Elroy’s eyes darkened with a sense of jealousy and my heart tightened once more, wondering if I would have to make an impossible choice.

  “Quin… I have a confession to make…” I whispered.

  He nodded, his hands on his knees. He leaned forward, looking like he was ready to listen to anything I had to say.

  I bit the inside of my lip, trying to make sense of my thoughts and arrange them in a logical order. “While you were gone…” I licked my lips, my tongue dry, my words choked. “Elroy and I…” I looked over at him and he lifted an eyebrow in confusion. “I…” The words were escaping my grasp. “I fell in love with him.” I got it out before I lost any and all ability to speak.

  Quin looked surprised for a moment before he smiled. “I thought that might happen.” Quin laughed, the earthy sound bubbling up from the pit of his stomach. Now Elroy and I both looked helplessly confused.

  “You’re not mad…?” I asked, my words soft and meek.

  “Of course not. Elroy is a fantastic guy and if you’d rather be with him than myself… I’ll respect your decision.” I could tell that behind his smile was a deep sense of disappointment. He was only saying this to be polite.

  I shook my head. This wasn’t what I wanted. “But I still love you too… That night we spent together… it was amazing. I don’t want that to end. I just don’t want to be forced to choose between you two.” I agonized over my words, wondering how the two of them would take it. In saying that I loved them both, I ran the risk of losing both of them as well.

  “Both?” Elroy spoke up this time. “How can you love us both?” He sounded genuinely confused.

  “I don’t know…” I ran my fingers through my hair, frustrated by the fact that this was so difficult to explain. “I loved Quin first… he was strong and yet gentle, but then, when I spent all that time with you… I fell for you too. I loved how you tried so hard to be a tough guy, but deep down, you were a softie all along. I love you both in different ways so please don’t make me make the choice…”

  The two men looked at each other before grinning. “We have shared everything else in life…” Quin remarked. “I don’t see why we can’t share a lover.” Reaching forward, Quin rested his hand on my neck and the mark he had left behind a week ago vanished. “Now, you’re free to love us both.”

  I blinked a few times, unsure. “You mean… like a threesome?” I thought back to the wild dream I had in the forest. Maybe that dream could now become a reality. I suddenly smiled brightly and without thinking, I jumped into Quin’s arms. He grabbed me, his hands digging into my ass as he got up and carried me toward the bedroom.

  Elroy lingered behind, hesitant. “You heard the lady. Three’s a party.” Quin called out before he started to kiss my neck, letting his lips run along my flesh, making me shiver. Quickly, Elroy joined us, entering the bedroom with an eager expression on his face.

  Quin gently laid me down on the bed, admiring my body before getting on top of me. Beside us, Elroy started to strip, layer by layer until his lithe body came on display. I looked at him, grinning ear to ear. “Come here.” With his shirt still half-undone, he obeyed my command. I grabbed his slender face and kissed him hard. Our lips locked together with a fiery passion as my tongue made its way into his mouth. Our tongues tangled together, knotting into one another as if we would never pull away again. I felt my breath escaping my lungs as our desire grew and my head spun. I could already feel the goosebumps crawling on my skin and the wetness forming between my legs.

  Meanwhile, Quin struggled with the clasp of his pants, eager to get things started. Elroy, following the same train of thought, fumbling with his pants as he kissed me. Taking control, I rolled us over and pinned him to the bed before I started to undo his shirt, my nails running along his pale skin. With ease, I undid his pants and pulled them down.

  I grinned as I saw his rock-hard cock spring into action. He wasn’t quite as large as his roommate, but still impressive nonetheless. Slowly, I took him into my hand, stroking him softly. I cupped his balls, fondling them for a moment, feeling the subtle peach fuzz he had growing there. I smiled, my eyes burning with desire as I caught Elroy’s gaze. He looked desperate before he pushed his hips into the air in a silent request.

  I smirked and leaned down, my lips finally wrapping around him, tasting him for the first time. As my tongue swirled around his tip, he arched his back, giving himself up to me.

  Behind me, Quin yanked down my pants, his hand slapping my cheeks until they were the color of newly-bloomed roses. My moans were stifled as I worked my head down Elroy’s considerable length, trying to please him as my tongue danced against the underside of his shaft. I bobbed my head up and down, letting him press against the back of my throat before I pulled away for a moment. A mischievous grin played across my lips as I took him in once more. I was taking my time, winding him up until he thought he would explode. As I picked up the pace, I squeezed his balls between my fingers, knowing they were slowly filling up with his cum.

  Suddenly, I froze for a second. I was halfway down Elroy’s cock when I felt Quin pressing against my wet entrance. I spread my legs, my pants bunched up around my knees before he plunged deep inside of me. I let out a silent scream as he filled every inch of me. I thought he would rip me in half as his cock twitched against my insides. I arched my back, my lips tightening around Elroy’s cock.

  As Quin started to rock his hips back and forth, he started to play with my ass. His fingers kneaded my cheeks before he would pull back and smack them until they jiggled. I started to scream against Elroy’s cock. By this point, I had started sucking him again, deep-throating him with newfound last. As I screamed, the vibrations from my throat would travel up his cock, causing him to moan louder than ever. Behind me, Quin continued to fuck me harder and harder, thrusting his cock inside of me like a well-oiled machine.

  I moaned even louder against Elroy as Quin stretched my insides, making me feel like he would rip right through me. Our first night together hadn’t made me realize just how big he really was. His stamina seemed limitless as he pounded into me until it became impossible for me to keep myself upright. His hands tightened around my ass, using them as leverage to fuck me even harder. Soon, my body was rocking like a ragdoll, but Quin still didn’t stop.

  Soon enough, it was too much for me to handle. His cock was pushing me to my limits. Never before had I felt this full. I shuddered, my pussy quivering around him.. Quin grunted, finding it difficult to keep up his pace as my pussy tightened around his cock into a vice grip. His nails dug into my skin.

  Trying to hold back my orgasm, I focused all my attention on making Elroy feel good. My head bobbed up and down, picking up the pace as I deep-throated him until there was a pool of my drool between his legs. My tongue danced around his cock as I sucked him fast and hard. My hands continued to toy with his balls, occasionally squeezing them just to hear him grunt with pleasure.

  Soon, however, all the pleasure that had accumulated inside my body was too much for me to handle. I couldn’t control the orgasm that surged within me. With Elroy hitting the back
of my throat, I screamed out in ecstasy, my whole world painted in euphoria as I climbed over the edge. Seconds later, Quin and Elroy followed suit, their cum filling both my holes.

  Soon after, all three of us collapsed onto the bed, cuddled in a tight sandwich. I felt the two men cocoon me on both sides. In that moment, I felt safer than I had ever felt in my entire life. “Does this mean I get to go outside now?” I asked, letting the question linger in the air.

  “It means that you’re ours and that no one will ever try to touch you again. For as long we live.” Quin whispered, kissing the top of my head.

  Elroy nodded, pledging his allegiance to protect me at all costs, even if it meant giving up his life. Smiling, I held their hands, knowing nothing would ever hurt me again.

  Stranger

  ~ Bonus Story ~

  A Hawk Shifter Romance

  I stood up and grabbed hold of his hand. He let my hand go.

  “It’s not safe for you if I stay,” he replied, “He may come back!”

  He took a step closer, leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. Warmth travelled down my body.

  “I have to go.”

  “Wait!” I cried, “Please don’t go!”

  He had barely been there a minute and he was now back at the balcony door.

  “Teseen!”

  He shifted into his hawk form and disappeared into the night. I stared at the door, but he didn’t return. How could he just leave again like that, I thought.”

  Layla

  I’ve always felt out of place, with family, with friends and even with guys. So from a young age I began to prefer the company of books. In my job, I’m surrounded by the things I love, but something is still missing. Even though I was used to feeling lonely, being an only child, when something surprising comes into my life and then leaves again, I feel a melancholy even my meditation can’t cure. All I have left are these strange dreams I keep having. I would never have guessed they would be linked to the tall, handsome stranger, who is not who he appears to be.

  Teseen

  I couldn’t believe I found her again after searching for so long. I cannot burden her with the knowledge I have, but I only pray she will have me once again. When my nemesis tracks me down, I have to protect her at all costs. She is my one true love, and has been for many lifetimes! I must be with her or more than just our lives are at stake!

  * * *

  Chapter One

  I used to watch the avant-garde building being constructed as my parents drove me to school every morning. When the builders finally applied the bright red paint to the building’s exterior, the extraordinary masterpiece was complete, and I knew in the future that was where I would work. That knowledge was one of the few things that got me through the school day. The incessant teasing from the other girls or tyrannical control of the Sisters definitely contributed to people becoming my anathema. I wished I could have been expelled from the school, but only managed to escape the suffocating dogma after I graduated.

  I have always loved bright colors and the “Enchilada Red” paint they’d used on the new building reminded me of the bright umbrellas outside my favorite Mexican restaurant along the river. It was a San Antonio classic. As a child, I remember hopping out of the car and dashing towards the restaurant when my parents took me there, much to my mother’s chagrin. I loved to lean over the railing too and watch the boats pass by. I was glad I now worked close to the river and walked down on my lunch breaks occasionally, if I hadn’t opted for an oversized cushion on one of the reading porches, another of my hideaways.

  My parents may not have approved of everything I did, but they never had a problem with my profession. I didn’t think I would ever leave the library. On that occasion, though it was beginning to get chilly, my mood led me to the reading porch, accompanied by one of my best friend, a novel. I was pleased to have the spot to myself too.

  After ten pages I uncrossed my legs, put down The Path of Alchemy and looked out over the city. I could see people walking over a walkway that connected two building. I had always preferred the company of books, even in college. My roommate had never understood. I just didn’t find any pleasure in the frivolous games they played. And I never seemed to meet anyone I was interested in either, though I would be subjected to blind dates at least once a month. The only guy I found mildly intriguing was one who was studying nature conversation. We met at a party and started chatting, but then he started messaging me every day thereafter and that was the end of him.

  The last date I had been on was more than six months ago, I thought, opening the cover of my book again. I noticed the end of the chapter had meditation exercises. At least I would have something to do that night at home.

  But when I arrived home I didn’t get to the exercises, at least not until later. I put my bag and jacket on the sofa and was heading to the open-plan kitchen to make a cup of mint tea, when I saw something odd. In the field opposite our three-story apartment complex we had four trees which towered above the building. Perched on a branch of the nearest tree was a massive bird.

  I slowly took a step back and peered through the glass sliding door of my balcony. I stared at it. Compared to the pigeons I had seen in the tree, this bird was three times larger. Perhaps it was a bird of prey, I thought, but I hadn’t realized there were any still in the city limits. I wanted to get a closer look, but didn’t want to risk scaring the majestic creature off. My sock-clad feet remained dead still as I studied it.

  ~*~

  As I walked passed the colorful glass-blown Fiesta tower inside the library the following morning, I thought back to the beautiful bird of prey. It was most likely a hawk, according to Google. I hadn’t taken a photo of it with my mobile, but didn’t regret it, even though I would probably never see it again. After about twenty minutes, it had flapped its immense wings and flown away, leaving me feeling melancholy. Then I remembered my book and the daily exercises. Perhaps the meditation could cheer me up, I thought. I chose an exercise on embracing loss and used the bird. I went to my bedroom, lit some incense and sat in the middle of my bed, with the book open next to me. It was difficult to still my mind, but the thoughts began to dissipate. After the meditation my body felt lighter and I didn’t feel sad about the hawk leaving anymore. I realized I had the pleasure of its visit and that was glorious in itself.

  I stopped and looked up at the Fiesta tower’s myriad of colors, as though I were seeing it for the first time. It was a very original work of art and matched the feel of the building well. I liked the energy it resonated.

  “Are you okay?” one of my colleagues asked as she passed by.

  “Better than okay!” I replied.

  I walked to my station as though I were bounding through a forest, like in the dream I had the night before. It was not the first strange dream I’d had lately. I had been walking on a narrow path that led through a lush forest. It was dark except for the light of the moon. The sound of an owl made me look up into the glowing orb rising above the tree line. The trees began to thin and I saw a cabin in the distance, in the middle of a clearing. I could see smoke coming from a chimney. As I took a step closer however, the path and the cottage began to fade and then were gone.

  I looked up from my desk and a queue had formed in front of me. I didn’t mind having to deal with people that day. An old man in a fedora, towards the end of the queue, caught my eye. I hoped he wasn’t one of the lonely old men who loved to tell me their whole life story. He smiled at me in a strange way and I looked away quickly. It wasn’t a creepy look, but it conveyed a sense of familiarity. I looked down and then at him again. He didn’t look like anyone that I’d met before. When I glanced at the queue a few seconds later, he wasn’t there. I studied the line of people, but he was gone.

  After my shift, I headed towards the staff parking lot. I scrounged in my bag to find my keys, stopped and finally felt the round metal keyring attached to the set. I was a few steps away from my car, when I noticed someone sitting on a bench wa
tching me. It was the old man again. He didn’t move, but continued to look my way. I unlocked my door, climbed inside and looked back at the bench. I shook my head. The old man had vanished again. Then I suddenly remembered the hawk and rushed home.

  ~*~

  I hurried out onto the balcony and stared at the tree, but it wasn’t there. Every night after that I rushed out, as soon as I got home, to look for it. I couldn’t help the growing obsession to see the magnificent bird of prey again, but the tree remained empty. As the days passed in its absence, I grew sadder. I even went out one afternoon, walked over to the tree and touched it. I longed to feel some kind of connection. I needed to. Why did I feel such a strong link to this bird, I wondered. As an only child, my parents had assuaged my loneliness with various pets. They had refused to give me the one pet I really wanted though, a dog. The substitute, a fluffy, bouncy kitten arrived on my sixth birthday and had only died when I was midway in my undergrad. Now I had no pets and weren’t allowed any according to the complex rules anyway.

  I gave up on seeing it again after a week had passed, but the sadness remained in my heart. I closed my front door one evening after work and walked towards the kitchen counter. I forced myself to keep my eyes straight ahead, but in the end couldn’t help glimpsing quickly towards the balcony. I sighed. No hawk. I switched the kettle on and reached up to open the cupboard, when I heard a strange flapping noise. It sounded close by. I dashed towards the glass door and screamed.