LOGINIsla is the unwanted daughter of her father and his second wife. Her days are spent in servitude while being ignored. The hope that she holds close is that she will be sold to another family to become their servant. Bjorn has assumed the role of jarl after his father's death. With his best friend by his side, he and Magnus take a tour of his lands and search for a bride. At the end of the tour, he is offered a quiet and shy woman, and he agrees to take her as his wife without meeting her. While in Londinium, Bjorn and Magnus sense their shared mate but are unable to find her before the rushed wedding. The two dragons continue to return to Londinium as they search for the unknown woman. Returning from their excursions, they discover that the quiet and shy woman is anything but quiet or shy. Isla is holding her own secrets while turning their world upside down. Finding their home in chaos, Bjorn calls on the one person who could bring the unruly Isla to heel. They soon find that not even Bjorn's headstrong and domineering stepmother can control his new wife. But she does reveal the secret that the young bride has been hiding...
View MoreIslaI remember the last time that I was in Londinium. Grandmother had taken me to the Dragon Temple. It was required for all girls to be presented to the Priestess before their ninth winter solstice.Since I was born on the morning of the Solstice, I had to go early. The priestess pricked my finger, and the blood was forced to drip into the fire. I don’t know what the Priestess saw, but it scared Grandmother.When the weather warmed up, we went north, just below the wall. That’s when she started teaching me about the black trees. Around Londinium, the trees had been outlawed by the previous jarl. When I was forced to go live with my father and his family, I took roots from the trees and planted them in the apple orchard.I gave the trees daily blessings and prayers. The black trees grew with their gnarled limbs and rough bark. The white trees grew with smooth bark and wispy limbs. Both grew to only half the height of the apple trees.As we make our way through the city, I’m assaulted
MagnusThe widow that was staying at the large manor house was willing to take us both, and we took advantage of her offer. She’s on her hands and knees between us. I have her hair fisted in my hair as I fuck her mouth. Bjorn is behind her, drilling into her wet cunt.I feel the beast stir in the back of my mind. Fighting for control, I focus on how good her mouth feels. The other beast calls out to my beast and when I look at my friend, I know that he is aware of the same thing that I suddenly know.Prey.Until we find it and can see what the mark is, we will not know what type of prey. It could be a sacrifice. Or it could be a breeder.We hold a silent conversation and agree to finish here before we go hunting. The last thing we need is for this woman to tell her friends that we cannot finish what we started.Closing my eyes, I tip my head back and think only of how good her mouth feels. I’m sure that Bjorn is doing something similar. His tempo picks up and she moans in pleasure aro
IslaSomething wakes me.False dawn has not even broken, but something is prodding me awake. I have felt this before. A burning pain is radiating from the mark on my arm. Reaching for the salve, I feel the other sensation.There is no other way to describe it. Claws are poking around at my mind. This is worse than the burning of my mark.I use my knife and cut a thin slice of the cold root. As I chew on it, I pull the sleeve of my underdress down my arm. The mark is pulsing and I can see it rippling as if it’s calling out to someone. Or something. I get some salve on my fingers and start to rub it onto my arm.Hissing at the pain that radiates out from the mark, I pull my hand back. It’s never hurt so bad before, not even when I was marked in Londinium. Even touching it makes my fingers burn.Quickly, I smear the salve over the mark on my arm, ignoring the pain, and cut off a larger piece of the cold root. Grandmother told me that when this happens, I’m going to need to get more roots
BjornThe meal with the local lord is adequate, it lacks flavor and any real entertainment. He has invited every eligible maid to feast with us. So far, the only one that has piqued my curiosity is the widow with the young daughter. The widow has agreed with me that her daughter is too young, but she herself is experienced and willing.She even told me that she would be staying here tonight, and told me which room she is in. When I glanced at Magnus, the widow moved closer and whispered that I should bring him too. As she walks away, I indicate that we have an invitation for later tonight. He grins, but I see that he senses the same thing that I do.Our beasts are restless. There is something that they are sensing. It’s not strong enough that we are able to sense it. Whatever it is, it’s driving them crazy.It has not taken long for word to make it around the villages that I am looking for a wife. Every village that we have visited, the maids have been paraded before me. My closest fr


















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