Romance: Bought by the Dragon: BBW Dragon Shifter Romance Standalone (Paranormal Romance) (Studly Shifters Book 2) by Ashley Hunter Page A
Authors: Ashley Hunter
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal, Vampires, Ghosts, Demons & Devils, Angels, Werewolves & Shifters, Witches & Wizards
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new element entered the dream. The windows of his castle room were open, letting in a cold storm-wind that blew the curtains and spattered rain on the floor.
It chilled the sweat on her body, leaving her shivering and clutching him closer. But his warmth was an illusion of the dreamlands, and the cold was real. She woke, balled up and alone, on the small pallet he had put together for her, and her teeth were chattering.
She sat up with a gasp and looked around. The cave was dark, with only the occasional flicker of lightning flashing over the walls to show her where things were. Taran lay curled up on his pallet nearby, in human form.
He had taken some of its furs to make her own bed, and there was no longer enough room on it for his true form. His eyes were closed, his face troubled in sleep. She glimpsed it again at the next lightning flash, and saw it crease in faint anguish. Bad dreams, she thought with a stab of sympathy. Who knew that dragons could have nightmares?
She burrowed deeper into the furs to try and warm herself, but the damp chill seemed to seek her out no matter how many layers she put between the outside air and her skin. Shivering violently, she finally rose, not knowing what else to do. Lightning flashed, showing her the way as she crept across the floor.
I shouldn’t be doing this, said the practical, sensible part of her brain. But the rest of her--the Jenna that had woken up from deliciously dirty dreams, the Jenna that wanted to cuddle Taran until his troubled expression smoothed, the Jenna that was freezing--outvoted that part. She went to his pallet and looked down at him, then lifted the edges of the furs to climb in with him.
She sighed with immediate relief. His sleek, muscular body, bare to the waist, felt like a furnace compared to the chill. She snuggled against his back, laying her cheek against his spine and wrapping her arms around him.
The cold fled, and she relaxed against him, eyes closing. Slowly, his own body relaxed a little, whatever unpleasant visions he was having easing away. She breathed in his spicy, masculine scent, and caressed his side gently until she fell asleep.
7: Consummation
She woke in his arms, confused and tired but warm, and let out a happy sigh as she realized where she was. Then she caught herself, and blinked into the darkness, wondering. Wait.
When had she started falling for him? Was it when he had rescued her? Was it when he had finally opened up to her about the source of his rage and bitterness? Or was it, on some level, when he had caressed her body, trying to dispassionately prepare her for sex while slowly losing control of himself? Maybe he’s already marked me in some way. Not in the way his father demanded. But inside.
She laid her head against his chest, hearing the slow beat of his heart...and then blinking in surprise when it picked up a little. He let out a sleepy rumble and spread his palms against her back, pulling her closer against him.
He nuzzled her hair, clearly not awake yet...except for part of him, which nudged her belly firmly through his breeches. One hand slid down to cup her ass, and she gasped against his neck...then ran her lips against his skin.
“Jenna,” he murmured in his sleep. “Try to relax...won’t hurt you….”
“I know,” she responded almost automatically, her voice soft. “I trust you.”
He jerked awake, startled by her voice, and almost pulled away from her. But then he hesitated, and tilted his head to look down at her as she curled against him. “What...are you doing?”
Lightning illuminated his features, and she saw the mix of doubt, suspicion...and lust, and joy. She smiled softly. “I was cold...and you were sad. I wanted to fix both….”
A shudder went through him. “Big-hearted girl,” he murmured, and cradled her close, his own heart pounding suddenly. Then he smirked, and offered a last challenge. “Would...you have climbed into my bed were I in my other
It chilled the sweat on her body, leaving her shivering and clutching him closer. But his warmth was an illusion of the dreamlands, and the cold was real. She woke, balled up and alone, on the small pallet he had put together for her, and her teeth were chattering.
She sat up with a gasp and looked around. The cave was dark, with only the occasional flicker of lightning flashing over the walls to show her where things were. Taran lay curled up on his pallet nearby, in human form.
He had taken some of its furs to make her own bed, and there was no longer enough room on it for his true form. His eyes were closed, his face troubled in sleep. She glimpsed it again at the next lightning flash, and saw it crease in faint anguish. Bad dreams, she thought with a stab of sympathy. Who knew that dragons could have nightmares?
She burrowed deeper into the furs to try and warm herself, but the damp chill seemed to seek her out no matter how many layers she put between the outside air and her skin. Shivering violently, she finally rose, not knowing what else to do. Lightning flashed, showing her the way as she crept across the floor.
I shouldn’t be doing this, said the practical, sensible part of her brain. But the rest of her--the Jenna that had woken up from deliciously dirty dreams, the Jenna that wanted to cuddle Taran until his troubled expression smoothed, the Jenna that was freezing--outvoted that part. She went to his pallet and looked down at him, then lifted the edges of the furs to climb in with him.
She sighed with immediate relief. His sleek, muscular body, bare to the waist, felt like a furnace compared to the chill. She snuggled against his back, laying her cheek against his spine and wrapping her arms around him.
The cold fled, and she relaxed against him, eyes closing. Slowly, his own body relaxed a little, whatever unpleasant visions he was having easing away. She breathed in his spicy, masculine scent, and caressed his side gently until she fell asleep.
7: Consummation
She woke in his arms, confused and tired but warm, and let out a happy sigh as she realized where she was. Then she caught herself, and blinked into the darkness, wondering. Wait.
When had she started falling for him? Was it when he had rescued her? Was it when he had finally opened up to her about the source of his rage and bitterness? Or was it, on some level, when he had caressed her body, trying to dispassionately prepare her for sex while slowly losing control of himself? Maybe he’s already marked me in some way. Not in the way his father demanded. But inside.
She laid her head against his chest, hearing the slow beat of his heart...and then blinking in surprise when it picked up a little. He let out a sleepy rumble and spread his palms against her back, pulling her closer against him.
He nuzzled her hair, clearly not awake yet...except for part of him, which nudged her belly firmly through his breeches. One hand slid down to cup her ass, and she gasped against his neck...then ran her lips against his skin.
“Jenna,” he murmured in his sleep. “Try to relax...won’t hurt you….”
“I know,” she responded almost automatically, her voice soft. “I trust you.”
He jerked awake, startled by her voice, and almost pulled away from her. But then he hesitated, and tilted his head to look down at her as she curled against him. “What...are you doing?”
Lightning illuminated his features, and she saw the mix of doubt, suspicion...and lust, and joy. She smiled softly. “I was cold...and you were sad. I wanted to fix both….”
A shudder went through him. “Big-hearted girl,” he murmured, and cradled her close, his own heart pounding suddenly. Then he smirked, and offered a last challenge. “Would...you have climbed into my bed were I in my other
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