Read Online Romance: Bought by the Dragon: BBW Dragon Shifter Romance Standalone (Paranormal Romance) (Studly Shifters Book 2) by Ashley Hunter - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Ashley Hunter
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal, Vampires, Ghosts, Demons & Devils, Angels, Werewolves & Shifters, Witches & Wizards
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in: black and green velvet, an emerald and gold brooch at the throat, snug enough to cling to her curves but with a full skirt and sleeves to keep her warm. A pair of low green boots for her feet. It made her feel like a princess, which--wait.
Holy crap. I think technically I AM a princess now. Or soon will be.
...ha! Take that, Aunt Margaret! She smiled, and leaned up to offer him her mouth, which he kissed eagerly. “Go on, try it on. As much as I like seeing you naked, we’re going flying soon.”
“In daylight?” She peered out the cave entrance, then blinked up at him curiously.
“Yes,” he breathed gently. “We’re going home. And now, we will be welcomed.”
By the time the sun had climbed high over the sea, she sat on her lover’s back while the water slipped past in his massive shadow. His wings gleamed like obsidian in the sun.
She let her hair blow unbound in the wind as she gripped his ruff and watched the whole world from above, including the tower cities and the great forest of the island’s interior. Now and again, they would see another dragon--but none of them drew near until a familiar cream-colored shape soared toward them from the far coast.
“My Lord!” Ranald rumbled in surprise as he back-winged and then fell into flying beside them. “I couldn’t believe your message! Did you--” His bright blue eyes fixed on Jenna, and he blinked. “...oh. Oh, I see.” His eye ridges went up so high that Jenna stifled a giggle.
She hadn’t decided yet if she liked herself better with green eyes. But both of them certainly seemed to. Taran’s green color had invaded her own irises gradually over the course of the morning, and now when she looked at her reflection in the small mirror he had brought her, the brown was gone and they shimmered back at her, pale, black-ringed and iridescent. Dragon’s eyes.
“You see, my friend,” Taran breezed as they flapped along, “There is arranging a marriage on my father’s terms. And then, there is arranging it on my terms.”
“And mine!” Jenna called cheerily, tossing her head.
Ranald laughed. “Well, then! I’m still feeling that I must have missed something, but under the circumstances I can hardly complain. I’m just wondering what your father will think. When your message was brought to him he didn’t say anything for five minutes. Then he ordered the patrols to stand down. But that is all. He’s been sitting mutely on his throne ever since.”
“Well, perhaps he’ll stay that way. Gods know we’d do better if he didn’t open his mouth so much.”
“Hah! It may be treasonous to say so, but I agree!” Ranald did a small loop of happiness. “But honestly, what are you going to say to him?”
“I’m going to make a strong suggestion that he quietly abdicate due to health reasons,” Taran replied with quiet determination. “I realize now that the trauma of the Plague deaths, combined with his current illness, have rendered him more than a little mad. I won’t forgive him soon for his treatment of Jenna, but since my Lady here has urged me not to seek revenge, I will satisfy myself knowing that this is the last abduction of a human woman that will happen here, ever.”
Jenna looked out across the forest, to the royal tower looming in the distance. The island was small. They would be in the presence of the King soon. And she would do her best to remind herself that she was looking, not at a heartless tyrant, but at pain and loss and madness, more than even a strong personality could fully bear.
But she was still looking forward to the day when Taran kicked his scaly butt out of office.
Taran didn’t bother to announce himself; instead he simply flew in the landing balcony across from the throne room, ducked inside, and glided into the throne room, settling down and folding his wings. Several chess pieces flew in the wash of air and the King looked up from his game with the aged priest in annoyance. But then he noticed
Holy crap. I think technically I AM a princess now. Or soon will be.
...ha! Take that, Aunt Margaret! She smiled, and leaned up to offer him her mouth, which he kissed eagerly. “Go on, try it on. As much as I like seeing you naked, we’re going flying soon.”
“In daylight?” She peered out the cave entrance, then blinked up at him curiously.
“Yes,” he breathed gently. “We’re going home. And now, we will be welcomed.”
By the time the sun had climbed high over the sea, she sat on her lover’s back while the water slipped past in his massive shadow. His wings gleamed like obsidian in the sun.
She let her hair blow unbound in the wind as she gripped his ruff and watched the whole world from above, including the tower cities and the great forest of the island’s interior. Now and again, they would see another dragon--but none of them drew near until a familiar cream-colored shape soared toward them from the far coast.
“My Lord!” Ranald rumbled in surprise as he back-winged and then fell into flying beside them. “I couldn’t believe your message! Did you--” His bright blue eyes fixed on Jenna, and he blinked. “...oh. Oh, I see.” His eye ridges went up so high that Jenna stifled a giggle.
She hadn’t decided yet if she liked herself better with green eyes. But both of them certainly seemed to. Taran’s green color had invaded her own irises gradually over the course of the morning, and now when she looked at her reflection in the small mirror he had brought her, the brown was gone and they shimmered back at her, pale, black-ringed and iridescent. Dragon’s eyes.
“You see, my friend,” Taran breezed as they flapped along, “There is arranging a marriage on my father’s terms. And then, there is arranging it on my terms.”
“And mine!” Jenna called cheerily, tossing her head.
Ranald laughed. “Well, then! I’m still feeling that I must have missed something, but under the circumstances I can hardly complain. I’m just wondering what your father will think. When your message was brought to him he didn’t say anything for five minutes. Then he ordered the patrols to stand down. But that is all. He’s been sitting mutely on his throne ever since.”
“Well, perhaps he’ll stay that way. Gods know we’d do better if he didn’t open his mouth so much.”
“Hah! It may be treasonous to say so, but I agree!” Ranald did a small loop of happiness. “But honestly, what are you going to say to him?”
“I’m going to make a strong suggestion that he quietly abdicate due to health reasons,” Taran replied with quiet determination. “I realize now that the trauma of the Plague deaths, combined with his current illness, have rendered him more than a little mad. I won’t forgive him soon for his treatment of Jenna, but since my Lady here has urged me not to seek revenge, I will satisfy myself knowing that this is the last abduction of a human woman that will happen here, ever.”
Jenna looked out across the forest, to the royal tower looming in the distance. The island was small. They would be in the presence of the King soon. And she would do her best to remind herself that she was looking, not at a heartless tyrant, but at pain and loss and madness, more than even a strong personality could fully bear.
But she was still looking forward to the day when Taran kicked his scaly butt out of office.
Taran didn’t bother to announce himself; instead he simply flew in the landing balcony across from the throne room, ducked inside, and glided into the throne room, settling down and folding his wings. Several chess pieces flew in the wash of air and the King looked up from his game with the aged priest in annoyance. But then he noticed
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