The Dragon’s Captive (Dragon Brides #2)

Prologue

“Iwill have you, human.”

The dragon’s hot breath traced fiery heat over the virgin’s skin, her pale curves arching in unconstrained ecstasy as the very concept of resistance fled her body.

There were little jeweled beads of sweat dotted over her belly and upper thighs, remnants of the struggle she had entered into against her own instincts and desires when the dragon had taken her, stripped her of the clothing that had formed an artificial barrier between their bodies, and feasted his hungry eyes upon her.

Now, like the resistance they represented, they were being erased, shimmering and evaporating as the dragon blew gently against her body, his lips mere inches from her bare flesh as his large, muscular body moved over hers.

She had arrived unannounced and uninvited, a delicious morsel of a woman he had wasted no time in claiming. Now he was thoroughly exploring the innocent who had wandered between the worlds without thought or care for consequence.

This was what the dragon had desired for so very long, a human woman, with all the softness and vulnerability that entailed.

He could see the blue veins tracing beneath her skin, her pulse throbbing in her throat.

Everything about her was intoxicating and sweet, from the bright copper falls of her hair to the tips of her toes, which curled in response to his touch.

Her red lips parted as she drew breath to speak, her emerald gaze welling with feminine desire.

“You must let me go,” she moaned.

The dragon answered in a deep masculine rumble that made the little hairs on her body react, goosebumps forming over her delectable skin. “Let you go? This is what you wanted, is it not? This is what you crossed the divide between worlds to obtain. You came to mate.”

“I came to study…”

“Study? Ha!” His white teeth flashed as he let out a dark chuckle. “Young virgins do not come to a dragon’s lair to study. They come to be deflowered and made virginal no longer.”

His fingers teased her in the spot no man had touched before, finding her wet and soft and hot. “This barrier between your thighs, this little scrap of skin. It is all that stands between you and the full realization of your womanhood. It is mine. I will take it, and you, as my own.”

The dragon’s captive whimpered as those long, skillful digits continued to strum and tease, making her writhe with pleasure.

Her squirming served no purpose but to make her strain against the leash wound about the dragon’s hand, a leash that led directly to the collar at her throat, a mark of total ownership.

She had come from a civilized world, but there was nothing civilized about the creature that had captured her, the man who was also dragon.

His golden gaze swept over her form with unyielding lust, the kind of need that would not be denied.

His instinct was to command, to consume, to make her his own in every way possible, and that possession was just beginning…