The
Dragon, the Witch, and the Wedding by Amy Lee Burgess
Tauria dragons possess short tempers, and their
ability to hold a grudge is legendary. Tauria witches are as stubborn as they
are proud. Their decades-long feud has angered the king who decrees that one
witch must marry one dragon and live with him on Zodiac Mountain. Together,
they must repair the broken relationship between coven and clan.
Unlike the other witches, Marley has always been able to see the dragons’ side as well as the witches’. She volunteers to be the dragon’s bride believing she can bring peace by persuading everyone to meet in the middle.
Donovan is a typical dragon – arrogant, short of temper, and gorgeous as hell. He is fiercely loyal to his clan, and his idea of peace is for the witches to admit they are totally in the wrong.
Marriage becomes a tense battleground. Neither witch nor dragon is willing to give an inch. Their weapon of choice – fiery passion that threatens to engulf them body and soul.
Excerpt (Adult Content):
“Go ahead,” he urged. “Say my name as much as you like. No one but me can hear you. I want you call me by my name. Say it again.”
Sucking in my breath, I gathered my courage. “Donovan.”
He closed his eyes, as if savoring the sound.
“Do you think the king would be pissed if he knew how pleased I was at my punishment?” he asked, opening his eyes. They gleamed like dark emeralds in the firelight.
I touched the jewel between my breasts.
“Are you really pleased? You’re not just saying that?”
“When I heard I would be marrying the witch named Marley, my heart sang,” Donovan told me.
“Fate has treated me well. I can only hope you feel the same. And if you don’t,” he lowered his lids, his voice sending sultry shivers down my spine, “I hope I can make you feel the same.”
“Kiss me,” I said, wanting to feel his mouth against mine again. Only this time we were alone, not on display in the village green.
I closed my eyes as he moved close to me and pressed his lips to mine. He groaned when I opened my mouth, allowing him deepen the kiss.
“Little witch,” he said, pushing me gently onto my back so he could straddle me. “Oh, little witch. I want to make this night memorable for you.” He slid one hand beneath my skirt and pushed it up so he could run his palm along my quivering thigh.
I kissed him frantically, digging my fingers into his hair. The fire snapped behind the grate, and I gasped as he stroked my pussy.
“I want to taste you,” he whispered against my mouth. “Prove to you that this handsome man is not lazy when it comes to pleasuring his wife.”
I helped him pull up my skirts, exposing me. He settled between my thighs, darting his tongue rapidly in and out of my wet slit.
I couldn’t see him above the white froth of my wedding gown bunched up between us, but I could feel him. He rubbed his stubbly cheeks against my thighs, and I gritted my teeth as he slid two fingers inside me.
“Donovan.” I bucked beneath his mouth and fingers as he coaxed me higher and higher. “Oh, Donovan! I can’t! I can’t stand this!”
He paused for a moment to torture me even more, before returning to his sweet work.
I cried out as I came, writhing beneath his expert touch, wanting more. Wanting him.
He moved up my body, his face appearing above my gown, his eyes glowing in the firelight. At some point he’d removed his clothes, and the hot press of his cock against my wet pussy made us both groan.
“Marley,” he whispered, lowering his mouth to mine as he thrust inside me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing him deeper access, and clutched at his shoulders as he increased our pace.
“Marley,” he said again, his eyes wide. I slid my hands down his sweat-slicked back and cupped his ass as he slowed his thrusts.
The world hazed over as we moved together in unison, finding the secret pleasure spots of each other’s bodies and committing them to memory.
My orgasm rolled over my body, as I moaned his name over and over. He stiffened against me as he came, his gaze locked to mine as we thrashed out the last of our lust.
“Welcome home, little witch.” Donovan brushed a kiss across my mouth before rolling off me, and settling with a long sigh, on his back.
“Don’t get too cocky, Mr. Dragon,” I said, straddling him so I could stare him in the face. “You’re not done welcoming me home by a long shot.”
A grin spread across his face. “I love a woman who’s bossy in bed. I ever tell you that?”
“Shut up and kiss me,” I ordered.
“I think I’m going to like this marriage thing,” he said, kissing me back.
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