Romance: Bought by the Dragon: BBW Dragon Shifter Romance Standalone (Paranormal Romance) (Studly Shifters Book 2) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Ashley Hunter
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal, Vampires, Ghosts, Demons & Devils, Angels, Werewolves & Shifters, Witches & Wizards
keep them from trembling. “I wonder if those smitten mortal boys knew you were the sort who will offer her body up for money. I doubt they would have bothered with you, had they known.”
She started shaking. Part of her wanted to knee him in the balls for his insulting manner; part of her wanted to beg for her freedom no matter what the consequence; part of her just wanted to run for one of those high windows and throw herself through it. I don’t want this. Stop touching me and saying these horrible things. You don’t know what’s really going on!
He paused, head tilting slightly as his green eyes fixed on her face. “You’re trembling,” he said in wonder...and with the tiniest touch of concern. “You are aware of what you are here for, correct? You know that you’ve been sold off as my wife?”
She nodded mutely, not trusting her voice to hide her pain. But she just couldn’t look at him any more. Somehow having him disgusted with her humiliated her worse than being reduced to an object by his father and her aunt.
He sighed. “Fine, then. I can’t imagine what kind of woman would sell herself off to be bred, but at least you’re pretty enough.” He took her wrist, leading her over to the bed, his manner businesslike and cold.
4: Escape
He did not kiss her. In fact, as he lifted her and settled her amid the furs and blankets, he ignored her mouth, and didn’t look her in the eyes. Instead, he simply reached down and smoothed his hands over her shoulders through the filmy silk. “Try to relax. You are fortunate; I’m not a brute like my father.” He was trying to avoid showing her the gleam still in his eyes; he was trying to pretend disinterest. But as he started to explore her body through the cloth, she felt his hands tremble a little bit, and heard his breath catch.
How strange; he wanted her. His eyes, though hooded and cut away from hers, shimmered with growing lust as he ran his hands over her. It confused her enough that a little of her fear trickled away.
Did dragon-men like their women big? The two who had helped her bathe had been built like particularly busty Amazons. And thinking back...even the King had looked at her with interest. Now, Taran, leaning down to unfasten the brooch that held the silk together at her throat, had a little shake in his breathing.
He set the brooch aside and smoothed the fabric back, exposing her lush, heavy breasts to the air. Her nipples tightened in the cool of the room, and his eyes lit up as he stared down at them. “...maybe this won’t be so terrible,” he speculated, before unbuttoning his own shirt.
He slipped the aubergine fabric off his shoulders, exposing a body even more heavily muscled than it had appeared when dressed. His smooth white skin gleamed over his powerful body, hairless and without flaw. As he crawled onto the bed with her, eyes fixed on her breasts, she realized that his breeches strained over his groin as well as his thighs now.
His hands, rough with callus, slid up over her breasts, cupping them and kneading them with surprising gentleness. A jolt went through her, which she couldn’t enjoy; the fact that neither of them wanted this, and that he held her in contempt for pretending she did, sucked all the pleasure out of what her nerves were telling her.
Even when his mouth closed over her nipple, she could hear herself whimpering, but stood outside her body, its trembling responses somehow just not reaching her mind. He tongued her breasts, nudged her back into the pillows, and clambered over her, his hands busy baring the rest of her skin. Her golden girdle clattered to the floor; he untied the silk sash beneath and tossed it aside, then opened the dress and looked down at her.
She squirmed a little, self-conscious on top of everything else, and he blinked at her, eyes searching her face. “Are you actually shy?” he asked, blackly amused--and then the amusement fled his expression as she blushed and
She started shaking. Part of her wanted to knee him in the balls for his insulting manner; part of her wanted to beg for her freedom no matter what the consequence; part of her just wanted to run for one of those high windows and throw herself through it. I don’t want this. Stop touching me and saying these horrible things. You don’t know what’s really going on!
He paused, head tilting slightly as his green eyes fixed on her face. “You’re trembling,” he said in wonder...and with the tiniest touch of concern. “You are aware of what you are here for, correct? You know that you’ve been sold off as my wife?”
She nodded mutely, not trusting her voice to hide her pain. But she just couldn’t look at him any more. Somehow having him disgusted with her humiliated her worse than being reduced to an object by his father and her aunt.
He sighed. “Fine, then. I can’t imagine what kind of woman would sell herself off to be bred, but at least you’re pretty enough.” He took her wrist, leading her over to the bed, his manner businesslike and cold.
4: Escape
He did not kiss her. In fact, as he lifted her and settled her amid the furs and blankets, he ignored her mouth, and didn’t look her in the eyes. Instead, he simply reached down and smoothed his hands over her shoulders through the filmy silk. “Try to relax. You are fortunate; I’m not a brute like my father.” He was trying to avoid showing her the gleam still in his eyes; he was trying to pretend disinterest. But as he started to explore her body through the cloth, she felt his hands tremble a little bit, and heard his breath catch.
How strange; he wanted her. His eyes, though hooded and cut away from hers, shimmered with growing lust as he ran his hands over her. It confused her enough that a little of her fear trickled away.
Did dragon-men like their women big? The two who had helped her bathe had been built like particularly busty Amazons. And thinking back...even the King had looked at her with interest. Now, Taran, leaning down to unfasten the brooch that held the silk together at her throat, had a little shake in his breathing.
He set the brooch aside and smoothed the fabric back, exposing her lush, heavy breasts to the air. Her nipples tightened in the cool of the room, and his eyes lit up as he stared down at them. “...maybe this won’t be so terrible,” he speculated, before unbuttoning his own shirt.
He slipped the aubergine fabric off his shoulders, exposing a body even more heavily muscled than it had appeared when dressed. His smooth white skin gleamed over his powerful body, hairless and without flaw. As he crawled onto the bed with her, eyes fixed on her breasts, she realized that his breeches strained over his groin as well as his thighs now.
His hands, rough with callus, slid up over her breasts, cupping them and kneading them with surprising gentleness. A jolt went through her, which she couldn’t enjoy; the fact that neither of them wanted this, and that he held her in contempt for pretending she did, sucked all the pleasure out of what her nerves were telling her.
Even when his mouth closed over her nipple, she could hear herself whimpering, but stood outside her body, its trembling responses somehow just not reaching her mind. He tongued her breasts, nudged her back into the pillows, and clambered over her, his hands busy baring the rest of her skin. Her golden girdle clattered to the floor; he untied the silk sash beneath and tossed it aside, then opened the dress and looked down at her.
She squirmed a little, self-conscious on top of everything else, and he blinked at her, eyes searching her face. “Are you actually shy?” he asked, blackly amused--and then the amusement fled his expression as she blushed and
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