Free Dragon Joined by Rebecca Royce Page A

Princess.”
    “No.” Her voice struck out in the quiet of the room. “I’m
Amanda. I’m not her.”
    Verve let out a breath. “This is going to take a little
getting used to.”
    “Don’t get too used to it just yet. When next you see her
she’s likely to be Princess again.”
    “How will I know?” Poor Verve. He might have an aneurysm. If
Dean had more time he’d have comforted the poor guy. For now, however, Verve
would have to deal with the situation however he handled it.
    “Just assume it’s Princess until you hear otherwise.” He
walked down the hall to drop off the gear, Amanda close on his heels. Keeping
silent so as not to awaken the others in the room, he pointed to the bed. She
nodded and they stashed their equipment where it wouldn’t be seen by prying
eyes. The servants knew what he’d planned.
    When it had been bedtime—and he hadn’t been ordered to bed
since he’d been six years old—they’d sat around the room and discussed what he
meant to do. The non-joined humans, all eight of them, including Verve, who had
been much steadier then, had been so excited that someone had showed up who
could finally help them. Their life expectancy didn’t pass five years once they
were brought to work. Unlike the humans who were dragon bound, the dragons
didn’t care very much about their non-joined slaves.
    Dean’s heart clenched thinking of their long hours and their
broken backs. But for his purposes, it suited him that they were so unhappy. They’d
helped him earlier and they would again.
    Dean gestured with his chin at the door and Amanda followed
him out into the hallway.
    “You doing okay?” He took her hand.
    “It helps when you touch me. Earlier today, I needed the
intensity of the sexual feelings. I’d still really like that but now it’s also
like the connection is enough.” He loved the way her lips moved when she spoke.
Maybe it had to do with the particular shade of pink her lips were naturally
colored.
    Maybe he’d just lost his mind.
    “Come on. Into the shower. We’ll clean you up. Get you back
to the room. Just try to think all day about how this is almost over.” He
stroked the side of her face as they walked back into the room where he’d first
gotten inside her.
    “Right. I guess it wouldn’t do for Princess to leave her toy
one way only to find it an entirely different way later. It might be scary to
think that the inanimate objects can move around on their own once in a while.”
    “I like your analogy.” He put on the water, then pulled off her
clothes. Once he’d gotten her totally nude, he went up behind her to kiss the
top of her hair. She smelled like cinnamon when she should be reeking of hay. “The
good news? Bad little children get their toys taken away.”
    Her body relaxed in the water as he massaged the soap into
her hair. It dripped down her body. He kept moving the soap all the way down
her skin until he reached her pussy. When he got there, he dropped the soap. She
leaned back against him.
    “Today,” he whispered in her ear, “all day when you’re stuck
with her, I want you to think about this.”
    “About the shower?” Her voice barely rose above a whisper.
    “About how I’m going to pleasure you right now. You can know
while you’re stuck in there that I’m out here wishing I could do it again.
Thinking about it. Addicted to the thought. Craving your body, your presence,
your soul next to mine.”
    He found her clit. She sucked in her breath. Using his
pointer finger and his thumb, he squeezed it gently before swirling around it. Unable
to stop himself, he bit down on her shoulder. Amanda moaned, leaning her head
back on his shoulder.
    With two fingers, he parted her folds, slipping his fingers
inside her while with his other hand he continued to play with her clit. She
sucked in her breath.
    His name came out like a sigh. “Dean.” She shook her head
back and forth. “Please don’t stop.”
    “You can count on that.” He licked