Chapter 1
Azreal Flameborne
Darkshorne Kingdom
"Prince Azrael would you like me to share time with you tonight?” Kara said in a sultry voice as she trailed her fingers down the center of his naked back. Her fingers danced over faint pale scars scattering across the skin. She felt his muscles shift and tense and her breath caught in anticipation as she sat behind him on his bed, Prince Azrael Flameborne was a gift from the Goddess, even by dragon standards.
Towering at six foot seven inches, broad shoulders and lithe muscles. His chest had a smattering of dark hair over hard abdominal muscles you could cut rocks on tapering down to narrow hips that called to you to wrap your legs around them.
“I’m afraid I’m not in the mood tonight Kara. It’s been a long day on the training fields.” Azrael brought the goblet full of red wine to his lips taking a large gulp, slitting his eyes to hide from her as his tawny eyes glowed gold.
“We can be quick sire. Just the thought of you has me wet and ready for you.”
Hardly, this girl lays there like a dead fish. I’d rather we pleasure ourself and go to bed. Or maybe Sienna, Now she’s a good girl. She likes to be taken from behind. Maybe we can do some ass…
“Shut up.” Azrael snapped aloud. Gideon was out of control these last few weeks. His snarky comments of late were sharp and lewd but always with an air of painful truth and then he would withdraw to the recesses of Azrael’s mind until he let his guard down only to resurface again at the next opportune moment.
The swing of emotions back and forth feeling something like a topsy turvy ride. Azrael was at least grateful Gideon was limited to only mental interruptions, not physical domination thanks to gold he wore constantly to suppress his other half. Even more so of late.
Kara recoiled and came off the bed at that, coming to stand in front of him, green eyes down cast. “I’m sorry Prince Azrael. I didn’t mean to be so talkative.”
His tawny eyes refocused outward and on her curvaceous body, the top of her dress unbuttoned to show the shadow of her cleavage . A tension was coiling in him, that went beyond Gideon’s provoking words. There was a growing thirst that couldn’t be quenched, a hunger that couldn’t be satiated. It didn’t matter the woman sharing his bed. Azrael felt he was standing in the threshold to something of late that would change his life but nothing was presenting itself, adding to his frustration.
Not a war, a hint of uprising, or even errant landholders. Every morning from sun up to sun down he busied himself as if he was running out of time. He tried to talk this out with his grouchy dragon but Gideon always only had the most surly of responses.
“It’s not you Kara. I was speaking to Gideon. My apologies.” His voice dropped lower then, a lulling timbre calling her forward. This was the glamour and he was intentionally using it to let her know his intention. He wanted this distraction.
Every time we betray our mate it loosens the tether boy.
A seductive smile appeared on her face in response, the worry easing from her countenance to be replaced with hunger. She cautiously approached Azrael again, coming to stand in between his thighs where he still sat on the edge of the bed wearing only his joggers, his eyes remaining tawny but taking on a predatory look as his gaze caressed her body like a touch. The absense of the copper glow indicating she would be only Prince Azrael’s.
“No apologies needed sire. Perhaps you should let me pleasure you first and it will convince Gideon to let me spend the night?”
Doubtful.
In defiance of the persistent nagging voice Azrael stood and pulled her closer. Coming to his feet as well, he pressed her flush against him, his long fingers weaved into her loose red tresses. When he heard her breath hitch and could feel the racing of her heart, he cupped her skull with one hand, the other resting in the small of her back, pulling her impossibly closer.
She tilted her head back to look up at him from where he towered over her, her eyes half closed in pleasure. Azrael never gave her a chance to focus her gaze fully before he dipped his head and kissed her hard on the mouth. Kara felt the floor shift beneath her as his tongue slipped between her lips. She had never received such an enthusiastic response from the prince prior to tonight and she felt the heat pooling rapidly with just this claiming kiss. Against conscious thought, her own arms encircled his neck, her fingers intertwining in his inky black locks the fell well past his shoulders. This promised to be a night to remember. Could it be that the prince was finally ready to claim his mate? Could it be her? Did he feel this same passion?
You should not encourage her. She thinks this means more than your attempt to distract yourself from me. She will expect more than you’re willing to give.
Azrael suppressed the urge to deny that this was more to either of them than an itch to be scratched. Instead he groaned deep in his throat, breaking the kiss only to place a searing wet trail down her neck, displacing her arms as he pushed the collar of the dress further down, watching her heavy breasts spring free, her rosy nipples pebbled and taunting. He smirked as his eyes met hers. He suspected she wore no underwear at all. Had she been like that all evening? All day maybe? Pushing the dress down further he confirmed his suspicions, the dress puddling at her feet. Now she stood wearing nothing more than a flush across her cheeks and the tips of her ears. His hands splayed over both of her breasts, giving them a possessive squeeze before he flicked each nipple with his thumbs. Azrael did love a pair of full perky breasts. Gideon did too and Kara’s were particularly alluring.
A weak moan slipped from Kara that quickly grew to a small shreik as he lifted her, wrapping her legs around him as he turned one hundred eighty degrees in one swift movement. Kara was his mother’s lady in waiting, a lesser dragon who had fire dragon qualities but did not have a dragon of her own, only some of their powers and the ability to mate. The higher the rank the more dragon qualities they possess but only the blood born heirs, those born from the ancient blood line, possessed their own dragons. Kara looked up eagerly, her eyes not rising above his wide chest. Memories of their past encounters deepening her own voice “Oh your highness. I think we are going to have quite the fun with or without Gideon.”
A seductive grin curled his lips as his thumb rubbed across her lower one, “Let’s start with a little mouth play lamb and see where it goes. After all, you did promise.”
Kara came up fully on her elbows, her mouth glistening as she captured his thumb in between her teeth. Then she released it to watch him undo the string of his joggers so they briefly hung off his hips. Then, just as with her dress, Azrael gave the waist band a push and that one piece of clothing dropped to the ground, his semi-hard erection coming to life, his cock already the largest she’d seen, though she’d only seen a few. Raising her eyes to meet his gaze she sat up and repositioned herself before reaching out to touch the tip of his cock with her tongue. Throwing his head back at the contact Azrael’s hand shot out to smooth her curls out of her face before his fingers slightly nudged her head closer, removing all doubt of whose mouth would be doing the playing.
