Romance: Bought by the Dragon: BBW Dragon Shifter Romance Standalone (Paranormal Romance) (Studly Shifters Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Ashley Hunter
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal, Vampires, Ghosts, Demons & Devils, Angels, Werewolves & Shifters, Witches & Wizards
would smear her makeup, and he would know. She swallowed her tears and took several deep, steadying breaths. If he didn’t want any part of this, at least she could bet that the sex part would be over with as fast as he could manage.
I just hope that some day, when all of this is behind me, I can find a lover who can drown out these memories with his body and his love. Someone who isn’t going to take my virginity as part of a transaction that lines my aunt’s pockets. Someone who wants me with him, and will work hard to keep me. Someone capable of tenderness...not one of these monsters that sometimes pretend to be men.
“Well, I may as well get this over with. Guard the door, Ranald, if the old bastard checks to see that I’m actually fucking her I’ll flame him until his armor melts off.”
“I’ll...make certain there are no intrusions.” Now Ranald sounded positively miserable. Jenna wondered...who was he, and why did he seem so bothered by all of this? Did he pity her? And if so, why?
The door flew open, and in strode a man. She turned to look at him--and froze, her breath catching. Taran, the vicious King’s eldest son, looked as little like him as Grimald resembled him. He was just as tall and powerfully built, his dark purple silk shirt clinging to his muscular chest and his breeches straining over his thighs, but the rest of him was….
Beautiful. He’s beautiful. Grimald had been good-looking, but Taran looked like an artist had created him. His skin was very pale, almost colorless, contrasting sharply with the wavy jet black hair that flowed to his shoulders.
His eyes were a distinctive light green, large and hooded; his features were narrow and well-shaped, with a Cupid’s bow mouth held now in a grim line. He wore a sword at his hip that was likely for show; what would a man who could become a fire-breathing monster need with a length of sharpened steel? He tossed his head as he walked in, looked around...and then his eyes fell on her, and he stopped dead.
Jenna blinked back at him, astonished as his grimness slowly softened, and a gleam came to his eyes. She could feel the weight of his gaze like a hand sliding over her body. Jenna, who had endured pinch marks every night at her waitressing job but had never had a single man back home ask her out, didn’t know what to do with his open stare. He almost looked like he liked looking at her.
Her with her too-robust curves, her with the soft belly beneath the swell of her breasts and an ass sized too big for normal lingerie...Jenna, ignored by every human man she had ever run across, wilted a little in the face of his open fascination.
He hesitated a moment longer, then lifted his chin, seeming to force the grim expression back onto his face like a mask. “Well then. So you’re the one my father bought for me.”
He approached her, sneering slightly with disdain even as his gaze kept sweeping hungrily over her body. “Nothing to say for yourself? Good. I don’t particularly want to hear it. This whole arrangement goes against my grain, and I’d rather just get it over with.” He walked around her, just as his father had done, and reached out to touch her wavy hair, like a farmer testing grain-heads for ripeness.
He unclipped the jeweled combs holding her hair in place and pulled them free, letting her hair tumble down her back. She shivered, but held still and kept her mouth shut. He leaned down to speak in her ear. “I hope you’re not expecting romance. I don’t do that. Besides, you’re a stranger--and a glorified whore, to boot.”
She gritted her teeth behind her lips and started to shake. I’m not a whore. My aunt is selling me like one, your father is buying me like one, but I never asked for any of this. Stop saying that! I’m not a whore!
“Such a pretty face...you must have broken a lot of hearts back in whatever town they found you in.” He brushed her chin with his finger and she had to press her lips together to
I just hope that some day, when all of this is behind me, I can find a lover who can drown out these memories with his body and his love. Someone who isn’t going to take my virginity as part of a transaction that lines my aunt’s pockets. Someone who wants me with him, and will work hard to keep me. Someone capable of tenderness...not one of these monsters that sometimes pretend to be men.
“Well, I may as well get this over with. Guard the door, Ranald, if the old bastard checks to see that I’m actually fucking her I’ll flame him until his armor melts off.”
“I’ll...make certain there are no intrusions.” Now Ranald sounded positively miserable. Jenna wondered...who was he, and why did he seem so bothered by all of this? Did he pity her? And if so, why?
The door flew open, and in strode a man. She turned to look at him--and froze, her breath catching. Taran, the vicious King’s eldest son, looked as little like him as Grimald resembled him. He was just as tall and powerfully built, his dark purple silk shirt clinging to his muscular chest and his breeches straining over his thighs, but the rest of him was….
Beautiful. He’s beautiful. Grimald had been good-looking, but Taran looked like an artist had created him. His skin was very pale, almost colorless, contrasting sharply with the wavy jet black hair that flowed to his shoulders.
His eyes were a distinctive light green, large and hooded; his features were narrow and well-shaped, with a Cupid’s bow mouth held now in a grim line. He wore a sword at his hip that was likely for show; what would a man who could become a fire-breathing monster need with a length of sharpened steel? He tossed his head as he walked in, looked around...and then his eyes fell on her, and he stopped dead.
Jenna blinked back at him, astonished as his grimness slowly softened, and a gleam came to his eyes. She could feel the weight of his gaze like a hand sliding over her body. Jenna, who had endured pinch marks every night at her waitressing job but had never had a single man back home ask her out, didn’t know what to do with his open stare. He almost looked like he liked looking at her.
Her with her too-robust curves, her with the soft belly beneath the swell of her breasts and an ass sized too big for normal lingerie...Jenna, ignored by every human man she had ever run across, wilted a little in the face of his open fascination.
He hesitated a moment longer, then lifted his chin, seeming to force the grim expression back onto his face like a mask. “Well then. So you’re the one my father bought for me.”
He approached her, sneering slightly with disdain even as his gaze kept sweeping hungrily over her body. “Nothing to say for yourself? Good. I don’t particularly want to hear it. This whole arrangement goes against my grain, and I’d rather just get it over with.” He walked around her, just as his father had done, and reached out to touch her wavy hair, like a farmer testing grain-heads for ripeness.
He unclipped the jeweled combs holding her hair in place and pulled them free, letting her hair tumble down her back. She shivered, but held still and kept her mouth shut. He leaned down to speak in her ear. “I hope you’re not expecting romance. I don’t do that. Besides, you’re a stranger--and a glorified whore, to boot.”
She gritted her teeth behind her lips and started to shake. I’m not a whore. My aunt is selling me like one, your father is buying me like one, but I never asked for any of this. Stop saying that! I’m not a whore!
“Such a pretty face...you must have broken a lot of hearts back in whatever town they found you in.” He brushed her chin with his finger and she had to press her lips together to
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