Bad, Very Bad Shifters- The Complete Mega Bundle

by Daniella Wright

  “No, princess! We couldn't do that. Come, we must prepare you to meet our king.”

  I notice the handmaidens have odd colored eyes, such as red, gold, and near white. It's unnerving, and I don't know if I want to ask or can ask what that's all about.

  The handmaidens are a little rough with me, but I don't have the stomach to resist. They run the bath, strip me off, and I'm made to dip into it. My back is scrubbed, my hair is washed, and then they help towel me off and dress me in fine, gray and silver robes, perfectly fitting about my form. A reddish scarf is wrapped around my neck, and I'm a little frazzled at the pampering I've gotten. Slaves looking after slaves.

  What kind of society have I gotten myself into?

  Hina, Mirata and Callie parade me in front of a mirror once they've finished decking me up.

  Then, I'm taken out of the cavern, arm locked in Alaric's, followed by my handmaidens and his servants, and we're taken to a large, carved out castle in the mountain, a bastion of stone, and presented to Alaric's father, a regal looking shifter sat upon a golden throne. Treasures adorn the walls, and a notable heap of gold coins lies all around his opulent throne, as if just to show off exactly how much wealth he possesses. He's dismissive of me and proud of Alaric for finding a way to breach the hole in the former alliance of the Red clan and the Spike clan.

  Vaguely plotting how I'm going to steal such treasures and take them home with me, I'm taken back out again.

  “My father doesn't know I hooked up with Cael,” Alaric confesses, frowning towards the castle door. “He suspected I was spending too much time with him, and presented me with a pretty woman in the hope I'd be able to carry off the family legacy.”

  Several things click into place. “Ah. So you did that to appease your father?”

  “Yes.” Alaric nods. “But I wanted to keep seeing Cael in secret. He didn't take to it kindly. As for the woman, she got abducted by a prince from the Sapphire clan instead.”

  “Huh.” Less surprised to hear about dragons stealing each other's women, given that Alaric had already explained to me their scarcity so high up, I'm more interested to hear about their fractured relationship. “Didn't she like you much?”

  “Oh, she thought I was okay. The other guy though looked like a Khal Drogo in human form. Big impressive black dragon. She prefers his type, so was quite happy to be stolen.”

  Something strange is happening to me as I listen to his nonchalant comments. My thoughts are entertaining the idea of being ravaged by both Alaric and Cael, and I have absolutely no idea where they're coming from. Maybe it's do to with the peculiar musky scent of brimstone and fire that emanates from his body, or the pheromones he secretes. My mind starts imagining them stripping me, forcing the clothes off my back, pinning me to the ground and taking me by force, unable to do anything to resist. I imagine any protests I make will die upon my lips, as they scratch their nails over my body, dig their teeth into my skin, and seek out my greedy, wet core with their erections, filling up every hole possible.

  Oh God. I can tell Alaric smells the heat from me as well, sees the flush on my skin, and his eyes dilate slightly. Briefly, his fingers trail over my cheeks.

  “Interesting,” he says. “You're turning out to be... quite the surprise, aren't you?”

  I glare as his fingers dip into the gap in my neck, lightly scouring along my collarbone, before he lifts them back out. He takes an audible breath. “Mount me. I'm going to have to take you to the Spike clan and to Cael.”

  Mount him? The salacious thought bubbles through my consciousness, sending a random urge to giggle in my body, before I sober up. This isn't fun and games. It's far from it. I'm removed from the human world, surrounded by dragons, pampered by handmaidens...

  Alaric shifts, and I'm on his back, flying to the other mountain, my handmaidens and his servants left behind, watching us go. Now wrapped up more appropriately, the cold doesn't bite into my skin so much, and I'm able to appreciate the scenery better, instead of half shivering in my position behind the frill of his skull.

  When we land on the opposing mountain a few minutes later, we're greeted by members of the Spike clan, all of them with similar features to Cael. Cael himself waits in the main throne room with his father and mother, and when Alaric and I walk in, it's grandiose though in a different style. Where Alaric's father draped everything in gaudy gold and scarlet colors, and had treasures lying decadently around the throne, Cael's father has opted for military style patterns, with simple green and black tapestries, green carpets, and an burnished throne made out of redwood, an interesting choice for a dragon shifter clan, given I should imagine their tendency to burn things.

  Cael's father, mother, and his two younger brothers seem pleased to see Alaric again.

  I get the impression before their rift, these two visited each other a lot and hosted feasts for one another's clans.

  There's a hint of hope in his father's eyes, actually, first upon seeing me and hearing about why they both chose me, and in the fact that finally, his oldest son will be eligible to produce heirs, and connect again with their sister mountain clan.

  Leaving this throne room leaves me more subdued than before.

  But walking into Cael's chambers, in a neat, almost empty cavern, with barely any human furnishings, leaves a strange shiver of fear rippling inside.

  Both male shifters examine me, then each other.

  “I can't believe I let you convince me into doing this,” Cael says, his voice a growl, arms folded belligerently.

  “I'm glad you did. It's been a while. I've been meaning to talk to you. To explain. But you didn't want to listen.”

  “You betrayed me,” Cael whispers, his voice harsh, his breath ragged. There's a glimmer of pain in his amber eyes. I'm merely a bystander, watching this drama unfold. How bizarre, to know I've been so forcibly whisked from my life, to plunge straight into the unrelenting drama of another. To consider them as lovers, too?

  Somehow, it didn't occur to me that shifters might be inclined to head that direction.

  Absently, I grope for my phone, before I remember that of course I don't have it. I can't text anyone, I can't take pictures, and I can't call for help.

  “I didn't mean to. You know my father. He suspected something – he procured that girl for me. He told me – he would never believe that I wasn't perverted unless I went for her and took her. And, well.”

  “You should have refused.” Cael's eyes are as hard as agates. “You should have known how much it would have hurt.”

  “I didn't feel I had a choice!” Alaric roars back, hands clenched into fists. I swear I can see smoke billowing from his lips. “I wanted to, I don't know. Fake it in front of my father, but go off with you. Because only you mattered.”

  Cael smiles a dark smile. “Imagine if I take this woman now?” His gaze flicks to me, and again, the thrill of fear tears inside. My panties grow damp again, and I mentally curse myself for the reaction. “And I'll just make you watch. I won't let you touch her, or me.”

  Alaric growls aggressively as Cael strides towards me. I'm ready to fight, and I lunge at him with a knee kick. Cael scoffs, and blocks my leap. “Predictable,” he snarls.

  I attempt to elbow him, and twist my hips to escape out of his grasp. He stops every movement, his strength easily overpowering me. It's frightening how much power his body contains.

  “That's not the deal we made,” Alaric snarls. When he starts forward, Cael whips his neck towards the prince.

  “No! One step closer, and I rip her head off. Then you won't have a princess to share with me, will you? Then you won't have a reason to visit me. Eighteen million is nothing to me.”

  Oh, God. Cael is insane. Darkness pores out of his skin. He doesn't care about me. He doesn't even care about his former lover.

  He just wants to make him suffer.

  Alaric, bound by the threat, especially when Cael grabs my head in a vice grip, freezes absolutely still. Cael gives him a hate-laden stare,
before turning his attention back. The ice in his eyes sends fear and a shiver of arousal inside. I'm getting wet, shamefully so, and I can't seem to stop it. He smells the arousal as well, and one eyebrow shoots up.

  “Well, well. You're a bigger slut than I imagined, red head.”

  “Bronnen,” I gasp, though I think at this point, he doesn't give a shit if I'm called Sarah or Angelfoot.

  “You will obey every one of my instructions, or you die.” His muscles flex against my neck, and I feel the frightening power in them, the squeeze of fingers against my throat.

  “Yes,” I rasp, my heart pounding wildly, body shaking. The damp spot in my panties increases, and I grit my teeth as Cael steps back and tells me to strip off.

  I do as he asks, fumbling awkwardly with the clothes, taking them off one by one until I'm left shivering in his cavern, everything a puddle under my feet.

  “Take off my pants,” he orders, occasionally shooting glances at Alaric, who is frozen like a statue, eyes wide, looking as if he's forgotten to breathe.

  I slowly strip off his pants, and he's wearing nothing else beneath. A long, monstrous erection reveals itself, tipped with moisture. I gawk. He's turned on as well. Whatever his act, whatever the murderous words that slip out of his mouth, it's clear he's getting off on it.

  He enjoys being dominant. “Stroke it,” he says. “Slow now.”

  Hesitantly, I stroke his erection, fingers trailing along the thick, dark veins, collecting the pool of moisture from the top and spreading it across. He tells me to taste it, and I do.

  “Are you a virgin?” He says.

  I shake my head, trembling.

  “Pity.”

  I gasp as he picks me up and throws me onto a table, a bolt of pain lancing through my back. He seizes my thighs and pulls me forward, allowing himself to instantly penetrate my wetness. The pain and pleasure sear through me, and I find myself getting more excited, more heightened by the pain, even as my cheeks burn, and a cry of protest trickles through my mouth.

  “I know you like this. Look at how your greedy core longs for me. Look how your body is hot for me.” He grunts as he forces himself deeper into me, now using his hands to rock my body, pounding me against his hips as he stabs into me again and again.

  I can't help it at this point. I let out a moan, both terrified and elated at the same time. Something about hovering on the brink of death, knowing that he could change his mind on a whim, if Alaric reacts too soon, is chaotic to my emotions. I don't know how to react. My mind protests, my body cries for more. My heart is trying to jump out of my chest at this point. The experience elevates me and shocks at the same time. I'm so wet, and I'm already beginning to contract when he leans forward and says, “Don't you dare come! Don't you dare!”

  I whimper as he continues to thrust in me, then fills me with his hot seed, whilst I struggle to not come from the torturous and sweet feeling at the same time. He then grabs me by my long red hair, so we're face to face.

  “You want more, don't you?”

  I shiver, unsure what to say. He jerks my hair roughly back, and I gasp, “Yes!” Though I'm confused, because I want to say no as well. Every now and then my body gives out a little spasm.

  He finally looks at Alaric. “You. Answer me. Did you enjoy watching that? Did you enjoy watching me fuck someone else rather than you?” Cael's calloused hands reach under my shirt and pinch my nipples, before grabbing each globe roughly, squeezing them vigorously.

  Alaric bares his teeth, anger suffused in his expression.

  “Come here,” Cael says imperiously, and Alaric makes his way over, green eyes dark and dilated. “Stay still,” he tells me, though my body aches from his pounding, and I feel no inclination to move far. Cael snarls at Alaric as he notices the bulge in his pants.

  “You're sicker than I thought.” Cael rips off his pants, allowing Alaric's erection to jut free. It's thick and meaty, and I watch as Cael grabs Alaric's balls and fondles them. Alaric closes his eyes and groans, and something glistens on his tip. “Maybe you two are better suited than I thought.” He runs his hand over Alaric's length, squeezing until the foreskin rolls over, before he pushes Alaric between my legs.

  “What?” Alaric stares at my core, smells my lust and Cael's release with a shiver and a twitch of his nostrils.

  “Fuck her. Do the thing that made me hate you. Fuck her brains out.” Cael snarls this harshly, and bites into Alaric's neck. The blonde groans, as Cael helps push him into me, his erection slick inside. He pants as he begins to thrust in me, with Cael encouraging him to go harder, faster. I feel my orgasm rising again, and My eyes expand in shock as I see Cael rubbing himself into arousal again, before pushing the tip of his length against Alaric's rear. Alaric completely stops grinding as Cael penetrates him from behind, without any apparent lube or preparation.

  He thrusts roughly inside Alaric until the blonde comes inside me, and the force of Cael's push causes me to quickly tumble into one as well.

  For a moment, there is silence.

  Then, Cael peels himself away, pulls up his pants, and stalks off without a word, leaving me and Alaric awkwardly entangled.

  We dress ourselves up as well, and wait for Cael to come back, but he doesn't.

  Alaric stares after him with longing and sadness, and I feel a little pulse of sympathy, out of odds with what's happened to me.

  I'm a prisoner, but I find myself understand a little of my captors, who describe me as their princess, though I'm little more than a enslaved consort.

  God, I hope I'm not getting that whole Stockholm Syndrome thing.

  Whatever the case, I still feel weak and trembling from the efforts inflicted upon me.

  Alaric, on the other hand, helps me get up, and we head back to the Red clan on the other mountain.

  Chapter Three

  The mood is strange between us as the weeks unfold. I'm still obviously trapped, but the excessive pampering inflicts a strange dual feeling within me. If I am a slave, I'm treated exceptionally well. The whole princess moniker helps, of course. The other thing is, the sexual deviations I'm going through is deeper, darker and more thrilling than anything I've ever experienced before.

  I wonder if it means I'm a twisted person inside, that I've always had these desires bubbling in the cauldron of thoughts and emotions. I've done plenty of vanilla sex, but the things the shifters do makes me gasp.

  Most of the time, I'm not in control.

  Cael is still doing his bitter, angry act. He still aggressively pursues his agenda, dominating the both of us, setting odd but captivating ground rules. I've been forced to watch him roughly pound Alaric, who always acts thoroughly humiliated, yet begs for more. Cael seems to want to get out all his frustrations on his former lover for his betrayal and hurt, and he uses me as a clear bargaining chip of control – on a prince.

  I've been tied by rope, blindfolded, forced to give blowjobs until I'm gagging. I have red marks on my rear from where I've been hit, some of them starting to purple. The pain, unfortunately, only serves to turn me on more. It's not gratuitous pain. It's short, sharp jolts, usually on areas that can handle it, like my rear and my shoulder blades. There's welts along my neck, and sometimes I've merely been told to pleasure myself or focus on making someone else come.

  If anything, the shame I go through is nothing compared to the paces I see Alaric go through. It makes me feel sorry for him, and to fear and loathe Cael, though at the same time, it's Cael who is making everything so enticing, so fucking exhilarating, boosting my sexual desires beyond anything I've ever tasted. I'm so wet most of the time, thinking about what sadism we'll be subjected to next, how much we'll act like we hate it, when we absolutely crave the contact and slam of emotion and pain.

  Alaric goes through things which puts my spanking to shame. The worst thing is, Alaric seems to think that everything that's happening to him is worth it. As long as he's able to connect with Cael again.

  It's abundantly clear to me that these tw
o do love each other, but Cael needs to slow down, or he'll break Alaric.

  I'm left patching him up after sessions, and we become closer . We hold hands, we talk more freely. I learn a little of dragon shifter cultures, and their inherent need to collect shiny things and stockpile it, and kidnap women. I learn women are ranked in three different ways, and all of them are treated from marginal to great respect. We have handmaidens, the lowest denominator, who actually live pretty cosy lives as servants. We have damsels, which are the average dragon's mate. Then we have me as the princess, only reserved for members of the ruling family.

  My time is distributed between Alaric's household and Cael's. I stay at Alaric's place for a week, and then I stay at Cael's for a week. Except when Alaric makes his booty calls.

  The strange thing is, when I go over to Cael's home, I see a much more disciplined and stoic side of him. When Alaric isn't in the picture, he treats me with dignity and respect. He's ordered better furnishing for me to languish in and over, and he even takes me out for flights, and shows me off to his brothers, who can only stare enviously.