Lust of a Dragon

Thane Drogos-An Hour earlier-If I had known the contract was in Avalon, I wouldn't have fucking taken it. I avoided the capital at all costs. Not only were they not hospitable to pirates, but I never wanted to come back to relive the night that my entire life had changed.As Jack dropped anchor, tying up alongside the dock, I stared up at the castle. A flash of a buried memory flickered across my eyes. My mother, royal robes torn, crown forgotten, grasping my arm. I had never seen her so panicked. Feral with instinct, she could not shift due to the tonic slipped to her at dinner. She dragged me behind her through the tunnels to escape the slaughter of my cousins above. I could hear the screaming. Five years old, listening to the wails cut short. I could still smell the blood. Feel the way it stuck under my fingernails. I shoved the thought away, burying it in the depths of my mind, but the old wound was already open. I grit my teeth hard as a hand came up to my shoulder. He squeeze

Thane DrogosWell, fuck.An impressive amount of profanity flew from Princess Evelyn's pretty little mouth. Here I thought she was a polite, pretty little noblewoman in the wrong place at the wrong time, but no, she was the fucking princess with the vocabulary of a sailor. Her doe eyes were frenzied, clearly terrified, and running high on adrenaline. With one more look, she grabbed the half-wall and plummeted sixty feet into the freezing water below."Shit," I growled. The naïve little girl would die.The tide would kill her, pull her under, if it didn't break bones first. Churning like a meat grinder. And without proper use of her arms, she would drown.Fuck me. Damn it all to hell. Kicking off my shoes, I dropped my jacket and weapons, diving headfirst overboard. I wasn't thinking when I captured her, but I wasn't interested in letting Evelyn drown.If I had known who she was when I followed her cries into the alleyway, I would have let them kill her. Save myself

Evie StantonThane's mother stared at me as I fiddled with the hem of my pants. While I was relieved to be in something that covered my skin from prying eyes, the fabric felt odd against my skin. The leather material felt stiff, scratchy.I still wore Thane's blouse, feeling incredibly unsupported without my corset. I constantly folded my arms across my chest to hide my breasts. Usually, from the neck down, I wore layers upon layers and gloves, hiding every square inch of my skin.Even though I was covered in the traditional sense, the lightweight nature of the clothing made me feel incredibly naked.Especially with crewmen eyeing me while they cracked their boiled eggs.She wasn't particularly chatty. Gave me just as much as her son did. A whole lot of nothing. Those cold eyes of hers unnerved me, like I wasn't sure if she was going to outright kill me or not. She looked like she wanted to."Where did Thane find you?" she asked, breaking the silent standoff between us.

Thane Drogos"Had enough?" I asked, an arm around Desmond's throat. My first mate bared down, knocking me off and rolling me onto the deck. He bounced back to his feet, bringing one hand to wipe the blood from his nose.He laughed. "You know me. I don't know when to quit."I sprang up to my feet, blocking one of his punches easily. The crewmen gathered around the ring. Tossed coins for their bets. The men preferred hand-to-hand combat as it made a great pastime during long voyages.Occasionally, the blunted cutlasses came out to play.The sun beamed down on Desmond and I as we tousled, throwing blows at one another. We were only clad in our pants, shirts discarded. Much more difficult to tear pants and I wasn't in the mood to sew up the cotton of my shirt. Like good friends, we never pulled punches. Even the time I knocked a tooth out of his mouth for considering leaving his wife.As much as Des flirted, he devoted himself to that woman. So much so he considered leavi

Thane Drogos"You have quite the selection," Evelyn mused, gazing at my bookshelf. Her back was to me, the loose cotton shirt barely hanging onto her narrow shoulders. My eyes trailed downwards, taking in her lithe feminine form. Her hips flared out into leather pants I knew were Rio's. They looked much better on Evelyn. Slightly too big, but her round ass still curved against the fabric."I like to read on voyages," I answered, unable to pull my eyes away from her, dipping down even further to her legs.She's wearing too many clothes.At that intrusive thought, I turned away, thinking about her freckled thighs I knew hid beneath those pants. I wanted to see them again, but this time spread wide so I could get a good look at her pretty pussy before I leaned down to taste it. I'd fuck her with my tongue, her arms restrained over her head. Make her nice and wet, teetering on the edge until she begged for my cock, tears of desperation welling in her big doe eyes.How