Alle Kapitel von Mated to the Dragon: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Freja watched the sun rise above a snow bank while she waited for Zarek to finish his business. Pale pinks and blues painted the sky as the sun rose behind them, the bright orb waking everything that slept. Golden rays washed across Freja as she stood in a beam that cast through the trees, lighting up her body. She practically glowed. The sun hadn’t shown in three long days. Thanks to the storm Zarek and Freja had to extend their stay at the inn. For the rest of their stay they avoided touching again, Zarek choosing to sleep on the floor instead, much to her annoyance. Here and there was the occasional brushing of skin against skin momentarily, the small touch alone igniting sparks between the two. Freja had been on the last straw when she sun finally broke through the blizzard, the rays of light bringing her escape with it. Staying in confined spaces wasn’t

** Triggering content within. Proceed with caution if domestic abuse is sensitive to you. ** “YOU FAILED! AGAIN!” Objects clattered as they fell to the floor with the swipe of Tauric’s arm. Glass shattered when he swept the other side of the desk. The Royal Councilman collectively took a step back, their eyes meeting one another’s with concern for the King. Tauric had spiraled further down the hole he had dug and they had just been alerted by messenger that the assassination attempt on the Slayer named Freja was a failure. Whispers had reached him and his most trusted men that the true King was within the castle walls with Freja. Time was running out. His squadron that he had sent out had failed to inform him of their arrival so he had to rely on messengers. Leaving the castle was a death sentence that he didn’t look forward to. “Your Ro

The streets were busy with the citizens of Criker. Merchants on the sides were busy with haggling customers, their voices mingling with the wide array of others. High in the sky the sun shone brightly, casting warmth onto the frigid city. People moving around helped to warm up the streets with the occasional fire pit outside a business shop. Cressa bundled in her cloak as she made her way through the city. She had a vague idea of where to go based off of what she heard the guards gossiping about in the castle. Reports came in from scattered spies hourly. Most seemed to be fake but she hoped the one she was relying on was true. It had to be true. The King was needed and she was sick of him taking his sweet time. Zarek needed to kill Tauric so she wouldn’t have to feel his hands on her again. Wouldn’t have to smell him or hear him. If she tried to kill him herself, it would end badly. Even

Freja followed Zarek closely as they walked deeper into the woods, eventually reaching the clearing they were in those many days ago. Zarek’s tall muscular frame was a glory to see. The way his muscles rippled across his back and forearms made her most intimate parts soak with lust. He was a born predator but he moved like a sensual god. A god with a cock that more than satisfied her every night. His shaggy shoulder-length black hair was shiny in the light of the sun, falling in waves to frame his handsome face. Just watching his rump was a turn on so she had to find other spots to look at as she followed him. Being non-human, he had a wicked sense of smell that led them in the right direction, his sensitive ears listening for the smallest sound. They stood waiting in the clearing for a few moments. It was quiet until Zarek took a few steps forward, his gaze zeroin

Tauric watched as his men trained below in the courtyard, training for the day when Zarek would commence his attack. The day was drawing nearer. He could feel it. His spies had told him that Zarek and his mate, Freja, was amassing men to fight.   Together he and his mate were plotting against him.   He felt outrage at how easily the Dragon Slayer had moved beyond her hatred of dragonkin; it was surprising. Their mating was a combination that would surely end his life. Training his men was imperative. Tauric could feel his days being numbered, each day a countdown.   Still, he felt no regret for betraying Zarek. The King had been weak, too careless in not worrying about his people first. Taking the throne had been the right thing to do. He wouldn't give it up without a fight. Even if it came to a fight to the death, which he knew it would, he would finish what his men