Dragon’s Heir 3: Dragon’s Desire Sierra Dafoe All rights reserved. Copyright ©2007 Sierra Dafoe Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. ISBN: 978-1-59596-642 Formats Available: HTML, Adobe PDF, MobiPocket, Microsoft Reader Publisher: Changeling Press LLC PO Box 1046 Martinsburg, WV 25402-1046 www.ChangelingPress.com Editor: Chrissie Henderson Cover Artist: Bryan Keller This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers. Dragon’s Heir 3: Dragon’s Desire Sierra Dafoe In the dragon kingdom of Djarera, Lara Sotherlin has at last found her life-mate in the handsome rebel, Zendar. But the four clans, still furious over Zendar’s rebellion, refuse to accept him as heir to the throne. Zendar can see no other way to save Djarera from all-out warfare than to leave, even if it means losing the woman he loves. And Darrek, badly scarred and left half-blind by the battle to save Elara, believes he wants nothing more than to be left alone. Together, they disappear, leaving Rand and Elara frantic. Now Elara and Rand must put everything on the line to find them, and in a last desperate struggle, each of them must finally acknowledge their own deepest desires. But will the result be ruin for the dragon kingdom, or the dawn of a whole new era? Chapter One Lara came awake in the frosty air of morning, feeling anew the tug of khef, the dragon mating frenzy that had driven her into Zendar’s arms. The rogue Westron dragon who had once kidnapped her in an attempt to seize control of the throne of Djarera was curled now asleep beside her, no longer her enemy but her very own husband. Lifting her head, she saw the sharp peaks of the northern mountains, ringing the stony vale in which they’d slept. Sunlight glinted off the snow-capped ridges, blinding in its refracted intensity. Arching her neck, Lara looked down along the length of their bodies, admiring their complimentary colors, emerald green against shimmering gold. Even in sleep, Zendar’s tail twined possessively around hers and she smiled, thinking of how he’d knelt before Melgara, her mother, submitting all the wild tempestuousness of his nature in obedience to the queen -- for her. For her! The exultation she’d felt as Zendar had stormed into the throne room to claim her flowed through her again. She would, she suspected, always remember every detail of that scene -- the shocked clans, the tense silence, the way Zendar’s hair, as shining gold as her hide, had fallen over his broad shoulders as he bent his proud head, vowing allegiance to the dragon queen. And he’d done it for her. Even in dragon form, Lara felt a delighted giggle tickling her insides. Softly, she drew away from the massive Westron dragon, feeling the beat of khef along her veins. Unfurling her wings, she leaped into the air, knowing that Zendar would invariably pursue her, as enthralled by the mating frenzy as she was herself. The rocky valley floor slid away beneath her, but Zendar, sensing her absence, was awake before she’d even risen above the surrounding cliffs. His eyes narrowed as she swooped above him, and with one muscular heave he sprang upward, speeding after her on his huge, jewel-green wings. This time though, he didn’t hover above her, his wing strokes matching hers as he lowered himself into her body. This time he slammed into her, grabbing her neck in his powerful jaws, almost piercing her skin as he forced her back toward the ground. You thought you’d escape me that easily, did you? His mind-speak was a snarl, dominant and self-assured. Lara grinned to herself -- for all his ferocity, he loved her, and well she knew it -- but she took a perverse pleasure in his fury, and as they landed she struggled in his grasp for the sheer enjoyment of feeling him grip her tighter, deliciously aware of the wetness slicking her passage. Arching his neck, he glared into her eyes. I see I must teach you a lesson in obedience, wife. His mind-voice sent a shiver of anticipation through her. Thrusting her down before him, Zendar mounted her. With one hard shove, he plunged his cock deep into her, and Lara’s head snapped back as she roared her defiance, twisting below him. Tilting her head, she could see the muscles in his massive shoulders straining, his emerald-green wings stretched against the sky as he clasped her below him, holding her down. He would, she knew, let her go in an instant if that was what she truly wanted. But she didn’t. This was khef, the instinctive urge to couple with the strongest, most dominant dragon -- a procreative drive she couldn’t have avoided even if she’d wanted to. The woman she had been -- the woman who had grown up believing she was merely Lara Sutherland, a struggling artist who made a living drawing the dragons that haunted her dreams --might be appalled at the way she responded to Zendar’s violent lovemaking, but the rest of her reveled in it. She relished the tightness of his grip, the masculine forcefulness of him as he reared above her, slamming his cock into her with a fury that ensnared her senses and made her shriek with savage arousal. It was so different from making love as a human. Their draconic bodies, so much larger than their human forms, pulsed with a fire that was almost elemental in its intensity. Hide slid against hide -- not feet of it, but yards. His cock swelled within her, hammering into her with a frenzy her human body could never have withstood. But to Elara Southerlin, dragon of Djarera and daughter of the dragon queen Melgara, his savagery only increased her own frenzy, making her writhe beneath him, her claws splayed on the stony ground as he thrust, and thrust, and thrust… She could feel her own peak surging through her, searing along nerves that reached all the way from her long, lashing tail to her outstretched neck, her body going rigid as Zendar threw his head back and roared at the sky. His voice echoed from the surrounding cliffs, surrounding them in waves of sound even as he rammed his cock deep into her, so deep she could feel his testicles pressed against her, throbbing as wave after wave of semen flooded her passage. She screamed in ecstasy, arching below him, feeling her body blaze with the orgasm that ripped through her, hard and fast and sharp as lightning. And still Zendar was not done. Seizing her hips, he tugged them higher as he pistoned down into her. She moaned below him, and he thrust harder, faster, riding her to a second, unexpected climax that was blinding in its intensity. It exploded inside her, filling her mind with white fire, erasing everything but the feel of his cock inside her, his massive body pinning her down… She writhed helplessly, delightedly, her body trembling in rapture as he took her with a wildness that stunned her. His thrusts were so forceful they rocked her entire body as he came yet again, his orgasm bursting into her so hard she could feel his seed pumping into her in hot, streaming jets, filling her until his juices overflowed her cunt and trickled down between their bodies. He shuddered and bucked, his hips glued to hers, until his spasms finally eased. Spent, he sagged on top of her, panting. Winds, Elara, what you do to me! Me? she answered, pretending outrage. It wasn’t me who dragged us out of the air and jumped on top of me like a frog, now was it? She could feel the sated rumble of his laughter through his ribcage, above her. Then he rolled off, collapsing heavily onto the ground, his wings trailing limply. Woman, you will be the death of me. Now come here. He shifted, the warm, rakish smile that always surprised her breaking across his chiseled features as he reached for her with one strong, masculine hand. Letting go of her dragon form, Lara curled up beside him, letting him tuck her head into the warm, solid crook of his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. For the past five days, on wing and on foot, they’d explored Djarera, the dragon’s world she’d been born to and had never seen until Melgara had sent Darrek and Rand to bring her back from Earth. Lara had listened delightedly as Zendar told her about her homeland, and the histories of the clans that inhabited it. She’d laughed when he brought her handfuls of priamor, the fragrant purple flowers whose petals were like velvet, or wove sprigs of asthuraia, the tiny silver-white snowflowers that grew only on the tops of Djarera’s highest peaks, into her hair. And they’d made love, in dragon form and in human, ’til there were times she was certain she’d never be able to walk, much less make love ever again -- at least until he’d pull her back down on top of him, his long golden hair spilling around his handsome face. One night they’d camped in a cave and, to her delight, Zendar had pinned her against the cavern wall, reenacting her kidnapping with a zeal that had left her breathless with lust. He was a constant source of wonder to her, a ferocious lover who took her with a savage, breathtaking intensity, and more tender than even Rand when he held her afterwards. Like now. His hands drifted over her, caressing her as lightly as the cool morning breeze, stroking her shoulders. With one hand, he traced the line of her neck and chin, then lifted her face toward his and ...
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