Free Taken (Dragon Shifter Menage Paranormal Romance) (Dragon Princes Of Endor Book 1) by Scarlett Grove Page B

black-clad figures are still shadowed by large hoods that obscure their faces. They seem as tall as the pine trees from the forest I was just in. What are they, basketball players? Usually basketball players aren't quite so broad. This must be a dream. The gnome strokes his long white beard and puts his face right up to mine. 
    "Lady? Are you well?" he asks me. 
    "What the hell just happened? Where am I?" 
    "You are in the Castle Warren. My castle," one of the massive figures grumbles.
    "We could have just as easily done it in my castle," the other counters.
    "But the wizard serves me, so we did it at my castle," the first barks.
    "Only because your father stole him from my father," the second barks back.
    "Princes, please. Let us not argue over such trifles. I am loyal to you, Prince Trav, but I serve the realm. I am loyal to us all."
    The towering figures grumble in agreement, and I feel hands gripping me and pulling me up to my feet. "She's small," the one named Trav says.
    "If you don't like her, I will be happy to take her by default," the other says.
    "Not a chance Conyac. You Blackwells are always trying to win by default. No honor."
    "The Warrens always cheat," Conyac states, pushing back his hood. I can see his face for the first time as I tilt my head to look up at him. The guy is at least seven feet tall with shoulders as broad as a doorway. He's got shoulder length black wavy hair and glowing blue eyes that are lined with thick black markings. His square jaw is dusted with black stubble, and he holds the hilt of a longsword in a scabbard at his hip. Though his height and striking good looks are incredible, they are far from his most stunning features. When he speaks, I can see his canine teeth are elongated, and through the mane of black hair, I can see pointed ears.
    I gulp, stunned by his appearance. This is a dream, I tell myself again. That calms me a bit. Maybe it will be a good dream. This guy is ticking off most of my boxes in the looks department if he didn't look like some kind of gigantic elf with glowing blue eyes and burnished tan skin.
    "Warrens don't cheat, Prince Conyac," Trav says, pushing back his hood. "We just play harder than a Blackwell can even imagine."
    Trav is just as tall and broad as Conyac, but his dark blond hair is cropped short, and his face is clean-shaven. His jaw is even more masculine than Conyac's, and his glowing green eyes seem harder than the black haired prince’s. He has markings across his forehead, over the bridge of his nose, and over his cheeks. He seems like a super soldier from some video game. Standing between them I feel my panties dampen and my heart gallop.
    If this is a dream, I might as well enjoy it.
    "What is going on here?" I ask, trying to bring some semblance of normalcy to my weird ass dream.
    "Dani Storm," Trav says.
    "Yeah," I interject.
    "Dani Storm. You must choose. Which prince do you want to mate? Choose now so we can be done with this," he commands.
    "What? Wait a minute. What are you talking about?"
    "Just like a Warren," Conyac chides. "No finesse. You'll scare the poor girl half to death."
    "Too late. You did that when you pulled me through that light pool thing. By the way, I don't appreciate being kidnapped. I'm not choosing anything. I'd like to go home now, please."
    "Impossible," Trav says. "Now choose."
    Clancy, who's been cowering against my leg, licks my hand. The feeling of his wet tongue on my hand registers something in my brain, and I'm not quite sure what it is. Oh yeah. I can actually feel his slobber on my fingers. I'm not dreaming...Freak out in five, four, three, two, one.
    I let out a long moan and collapse toward the floor. I brace myself for impact but strong arms are under me, catching me. I look up and see Trav's face, impassive and slightly angry, as he carries me across the room.
    "Where are you taking her?" I hear Conyac ask as I seem to lapse in and out of consciousness.
    "I'm taking her to her chambers so she can