How to Tame Your Dragoness
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What’s a man who finds himself married to a dragon to do?
Aren finds himself drawn to Shara, rapidly falling for her fiery demeanor.
Unfortunately, he has to go home, and bringing her along is bound to cause
trouble. The shape-shifting dragon is unused to curbing her demanding nature.
Will Shara and Aren be able to keep their budding relationship a secret? And
when she visits his room late at night, will they be caught red-handed?
This erotic short is 4,200 words long and contains scenes
intended for a mature audience.
-Excerpt-
I could feel a presence standing over my bed, and
something brushed my face. My hand closed over the person's wrist, and without
thinking, I had pulled them down onto the bed. I rolled over on them, pinning
them to the mattress, sending blankets and furs in every direction.
I really only awoke when I met shocked
yellow eyes. Shara had snuck into my room.
"What are you doing?" I hissed
at her through my teeth. I had been worried that I hurt her, for a moment, but
I watched her face shift from surprise to wry amusement and then to something
sly.
"You brute. I didn't know you had it
in you." Shara said, breathily. She squirmed beneath me, tickling my
imagination in all the wrong ways, and I could feel the rush of embarrassed
heat flooding my face. I realized she was wearing a rather loose slip, the sort
meant to be worn under something else. It didn't cover her much as all.
"You shouldn't sneak up on someone
like that. You shouldn't be in here at all, actually. What if somebody saw
you?" I remembered the little threat I had been given earlier, at the
hands of my father. Being caught in bed with her would not exactly bode well
for me...
Aren finds himself drawn to Shara, rapidly falling for her fiery demeanor.
Unfortunately, he has to go home, and bringing her along is bound to cause
trouble. The shape-shifting dragon is unused to curbing her demanding nature.
Will Shara and Aren be able to keep their budding relationship a secret? And
when she visits his room late at night, will they be caught red-handed?
This erotic short is 4,200 words long and contains scenes
intended for a mature audience.
-Excerpt-
I could feel a presence standing over my bed, and
something brushed my face. My hand closed over the person's wrist, and without
thinking, I had pulled them down onto the bed. I rolled over on them, pinning
them to the mattress, sending blankets and furs in every direction.
I really only awoke when I met shocked
yellow eyes. Shara had snuck into my room.
"What are you doing?" I hissed
at her through my teeth. I had been worried that I hurt her, for a moment, but
I watched her face shift from surprise to wry amusement and then to something
sly.
"You brute. I didn't know you had it
in you." Shara said, breathily. She squirmed beneath me, tickling my
imagination in all the wrong ways, and I could feel the rush of embarrassed
heat flooding my face. I realized she was wearing a rather loose slip, the sort
meant to be worn under something else. It didn't cover her much as all.
"You shouldn't sneak up on someone
like that. You shouldn't be in here at all, actually. What if somebody saw
you?" I remembered the little threat I had been given earlier, at the
hands of my father. Being caught in bed with her would not exactly bode well
for me...
belongs to the seductive, beautiful shape-shifter, Shara. His heart is
shattered when he learns his father has arranged a marriage for him, to a woman
he has never known. He is torn between his home and his duty, and what lies in
his heart. Which path will he choose?
This short story is 4,029 words long and contains scenes
intended for a mature audience.
-Excerpt-
Shara's eyes narrowed as she came
at me again, all aggression, the tip of her sword trying to find me somewhere
in my middle. I batted her blade downward, forcing the point away from me,
facing it towards our feet. She was shifting her arms, trying to get out from
under me, and I let her momentum shift her to the side.
I dropped my blade all together,
freeing up my arms, which I closed around her in a bear hug. I squeezed,
tightly, clamping her arms to her sides. I drew her in close to my body, her
attempt to pull away forcing her back against my chest. She kicked and failed,
growling at me like an impatient beast, my forearms locked just under her
breasts. My nose was against her hair. She couldn't get enough leverage to get
away from me, though I worried she might try to head-butt me to escape. If I
came home with a broken nose and black eyes, someone might ask questions I
didn't want to answer.
"You fight dirty, Aren."
Shara complained, breathlessly. Something about her tone had shifted. One hand
had bent upwards so that her fingers could draw over the skin of my forearm.
The other still held her sword, but it dangled loosely in her fingertips.