Free Dragons Don't Love by D'Elen McClain Page A

flesh to warm her. Her eyes remain shut tight, which
scrunches her face just a bit and purses her very kissable lips.
Finally, I pull her close against me. Her back is to the fire, so
my body warms her front. It’s the best I can do. And the best is
killing me. My cock is between us. It aches to find its home. Her
shivering lessens as I untie the band holding her hair and thread
it out behind her so the fire heats it. I can see over her back and
the round globes of her ass are almost my undoing.
    “ My fighting clothes are
ruined,” she says against my chest.
    “ I will have twenty made in
their exact image within the month. This one is my favorite.” It’s
also been driving me wild all day.
    Her cheek wiggles a bit against my
chest. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that each one delivered is more
revealing than the last.”
    I smile above her head. “You have no
need to worry that the trend will continue. If there is any less
material, you will be naked.”
    She giggles now and I like it. Her
voice drops when she says, “Dragon?”
    “ Yes?”
    “ I don’t wish to
beg.”

Chapter Seventeen
     
    Roxanne
    He flew me back to his castle and
deposited me in my room without comment to my statement.
    I want him. I have for days. My
heartbeat accelerates and warmth floods me whenever he comes near.
And when he touches me… my body burns. The damn dragon knows this
too. I see it in his eyes—a flash of silver that turns me into a
quivering mess.
    I think of the unclaimed brides. When
they are not chosen, most willingly give up their virginity the
night of the claiming. It’s a huge event in the village, or so I’ve
been told. Thinking I would kill the dragon, I planned to die a
virgin. If not by the hand of the dragon, the people of my village
would have no choice but to do it themselves. This would be their
only chance to reduce the vengeance from the other
dragons.
    Now, my virginity is the last thing I
want.
    He’s incredibly arrogant and at the
same time, absolute perfection. He knows it and I feel drab in
comparison. Then his blue eyes spark with silver light as he looks
at me. His desire ignites my soul and his gaze says he wants me
regardless of my imperfections. At night, I dream he holds me in
his arms and we make slow, tender love. I run my fingers across my
skin, but it’s his hands I want touching me. These feelings are
quite frustrating because my imagination can only do so much. I
have no idea what my body needs. To touch myself in certain places
has been forbidden to me since I was a child. Those rules continue
to hold me back. I am the bride of a dragon and his to do with as
he pleases. With only a very light stroke, he ignites a heat
between my thighs. His touch appears casual, but it’s not. Each
brush against me is calculated so my heart races and shivers run
across my skin. Then his lips travel my neck and tops of my
breasts. My breath expels in small gasps and the secret place
between my legs longs for more. I have no control over myself. More
than anything, I truly want to beg.  
    Then he whispers something about
fucking and begging. My clearer thoughts come back into focus. He
has no idea that the word he uses disgruntles me so. I’ve heard the
village boys say it when they didn’t know I was around. I think of
the word as something dirty that the brides were expressly
forbidden to do, or even speak of. I want my union with the dragon
to be extraordinary. It was Acasia’s story that started me on the
path I’m now on, but it’s the dragon who has completely captivated
me. He can be good and kind, irritating and mean. But most of all,
he’s… special.  Fucking is not special in my mind.
    As the days pass, I grow resentful and
even more confused. He locks me in my room each night and I sleep
alone. It’s the loneliest I’ve ever been. In my village, I ran free
for hours through the forest. Now, I’m trapped within these walls
and I hate it.
    Then today in the water, he kissed