Happy Middle of the week to you, folks. As ever big thanks to Angelica Dawson for organising the MId Week Tease. We're just a week away from the release of my Naughty Fairy Tale, The Dragon in the Stone.
*does a little happy dance*
To set the scene for today's tease, they are in the library, still getting to know each other, and Rhonda tries her best to get Drorgan to deal with the big elephant in the room... their attraction.
“Are we going to do something about this?”
Drorgan pulled back as though she had slapped him again, and she was half expecting him to take off. When he didn’t, she reluctantly raised her gaze. The sheer longing and intensity with which he studied her when their gazes collided, meant that time stood still. Who knew, maybe it literally did. They were caught up in some sort of magic thing, after all.
“No.” He ground that one word out through clenched teeth, and the table creaked under the white knuckled grip he had on the edge of it.
Flames flickered in Drorgan’s blue irises in response to that question, and emboldened by his reaction, Rhonda pressed on.
“You must know I want you.”
Drorgan shut his eyes and shook his head, as though he was in pain.
“I’ve never felt this attracted to anyone, and before you say, this is just because I feel obligated to you, then let me reassure you I know the difference. Yes, I’m grateful for you rescuing me, of course I am. But that’s not the reason I can’t sleep without imagining you in me, taking me, making me yours. I want you, Drorgan, and I think you want me to, so why are we dancing around this attraction?”
A growl erupted from Drorgan’s chest, the vibrations of which shook the table and made the fine bone china rattle. By rights it ought to scare her to death, especially as he grew bigger, more menacing. The air shimmered around him, as though he was about to shift into his dragon. His muscles bunched, and the veins on his neck and arms stood out, yet Rhonda had to press on.
“Don’t fight this, and besides you need to break the spell.”
He thumped the table with his fist, making all the contents fly in the air, before they settled back down. The resulting crack of the artfully arranged fish dish in the middle of the spread made him open his eyes and mutter something under his breath.
“Better to break the spell, than more of Cook’s best china. I don’t know her, but I’d wager a guess that she’ll be cross about that.”
Drorgan opened his mouth as though to say something, but nothing but a growl erupted. The heat of his breath singed the few tendrils of hair that had escaped the braid holding them back, and the smell of burning filled the air.
“Fuck this.” Reaching across he pulled the ruined strands of hair off her face, and cupped her face with surprising gentleness. “It’s too fucking dangerous. I will not risk you, and besides, don’t you think I’ve tried to break this spell? It never does. There’s no point in giving my people false hope. The spell holds fast, and it’s only what I deserve. I’m no good for the likes of you, little dragon.” He whispered the last word, and Rhonda placed her hands over his when he tried to withdraw.
Another gust of hot air, laced with the spicy musk of aroused man hit her face, and she inhaled deeply.
“Let me be the judge of that, Drorgan.” She’d surprised him, she could tell, because she looked into the eyes of the dragon when she looked at him, and the intense yearning reflected back at her took her breath away. Drorgan blinked, and the dragon disappeared to be replaced by the weary look of a man with the weight of his world on his shoulders.
This time when he pulled back, Rhonda let him. Her stomach chose that moment to rumble its hunger, and it broke the tension in the room. A faint smile kicked up Drorgan’s full lips, and leaning back in his chair he gestured to the feast in front of him.
“You’re right about one thing. Cook will have the scales off my back if we don’t eat some of this, so we should do that.”
He smiled when she nodded.
“Though, surely she can’t expect us to eat all that?”
Drorgan just shrugged his massive shoulders, and Rhonda soon realized why. Clearly it took an enormous amount of food to keep him well fed, because by the time she pushed her plate away, Drorgan had polished off several platefuls to her one. He washed everything down by draining the goblet of wine, and Rhonda found the act of seeing him swallow utterly fascinating. In truth anything he did just turned her on more. It was really quite ridiculous the effect he had on her, and she shifted restlessly on her chair to relieve some of that insistent throbbing in her pussy.
What would one of the heroines in the naughty stories crowding her e-reader back home do in this situation, she wondered. Not that whatever she could come up with would be enough to break through Drorgan’s iron self-control, even if she was any good at this trying to seduce a man lark. Sadly the few far from satisfying encounters Rhonda had had with the opposite sex were of no help whatsoever now, so biting her lip, she glared at her wine glass instead.
“You mentioned a foster mother earlier. Tell me about her.”
Drorgan’s deep voice shook her out her internal how best to snare a dragon musings—maybe there was a book about it somewhere in this vast library—and she looked up at him.
Unmistakable amusement glimmered in his blue eyes now. The damn man knew exactly what effect he had on her, and that was without him even trying. Heaven only help her if he ever set out to seduce her. No woman would stand a chance against him, which made it doubly infuriating that he refused to take her up on her blatant offer.
Trying to rein in her libido with only limited amount of success, Rhonda sighed, and Drorgan’s eyebrows together in a frown.
“If it’s too painful to talk about then—”
“No, it’s not that.” Rhonda interrupted him, and Drorgan leaned back in his chair again. One leg crossed over the other, his long fingers caressed the goblet, and a stab of jealousy at the inanimate object assaulted Rhonda out of nowhere. What would those long digits feel like caressing her skin, stretching her as he prepared her for his cock?
“Little dragon, stop that. We’re not going to have sex.” His voice dropped an octave taking on the deep growl of his dragon, and Rhonda’s stomach flipped over in delicious anticipation. She blew out a frustrated breath when he just sat there studying her. Were it not for the way he was tenting his tunic, Rhonda would have thought he was immune to her, but that huge bulge told her otherwise.
“Does being a stubborn buffoon come with being a dragon?” She flung the words at him, and for a second she wondered whether she’d gone too far because he looked all but ready to put her over his knee, but then he released a breath slowly and smiled.
“Nice try, but it will not work.”
Penance needs to be paid come what may…
Several Centuries ago Drorgan was cursed into stone. Every twenty five years he is given one night and one day to find the woman willing to accept him in both forms.
It's the price to pay for his past behavior.
As a lost, lonely little girl Rhonda Butterbaugh was rescued by the dragon in the stone and she has never forgotten her fierce protector. It sparked her fascination with all things dragon. If only they were real. There are no such things as fairytales, however.
When she is attacked on her way home, and wakes up in a cursed magic castle, complete with a fierce dragon shifting lord, her life takes a turn for the surreal.
Determined to break the curse and rescue Drorgan and his kin, she hasn’t counted on Drorgan’s resistance.
Dragons aren’t supposed to be noble.
Scheduled for release February 3rd
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