Chained in the dungeon of Black Rock Keep, the dragon seeks escape...
The Moon whispers in the shadowy darkness as Princess Tania senses a chained dragon in her father's dungeon. Curious and enthralled, she searches fro the mystical moon dragon and instead discovers a man that she desperately yearns to touch and who, in return, desires her to bend to his will and mark her as his.
The dragons are slowly dying and the one person who could breathe life back into them is the daughter of their hated enemy, King Polas.
Witness the birth of the Dragonkin.
THE HEART OF THE DRAGON series showcases the War of the Ages from the epic saga, THE DRAGON LORDS (Coming December 2012). This is truly the beginning of the rise and fall of Dragons. Learn how the Dragonkin came to be and what led to THE DRAGON LORDS.
Tania’s knees buckled but she stood her ground even as his voice began to caress her in forbidden places of delight, “Are you the moon?”
He grinned and showed his perfectly white teeth which promised he would rip her to shreds if given the chance, “I am the moon dragon. The moon has watched you and so have I. My eyes are the moon.”
Tania pursed her mouth and tried to step further away but her feet wouldn’t obey, “Why were you watching me?”
“Why wouldn’t I, Princess?” His body slithered as he spoke in an attempt to free himself from the restraints but the reverberations on the chains merely responded that he was locked tightly. He would not find freedom under his own accord.
“What do you want with me?” she asked timidly. She knew the answer and she desperately yearned to oblige.
“Why do you stand outside these bars? Come closer.”
Tania clenched her jaw. Her feet would still not acquiesce to her demands. Terror is a harsh mistress and it does not allow one complete conviction over their actions. Her gaze returned to the silver, glowing eyes of the moon dragon as her heart ground her ribs into a fine powder. She thought that her chest would burst wide open if she couldn’t quiet her pounding heart but how could she remain calm with a man hungrily eying her like she was the most savory morsel he would ever taste?
Tania whimpered. She yearned to close the distance because the thrall demanded it. She yearned to learn the carnal knowledge of wicked temptations that left a woman screaming in sheer ecstasy. She knew he would satisfy her curiosity. And she also knew he would devour her whole if given the chance. He was a dragon. He was a beast. He was a monster.
“Come to me, Princess,” the dragon commanded. His voice was soothing as a dangerous undertone of warning snarled in her direction. What would she sacrifice for just a touch from him? Why couldn’t she run away? Was there ever a moment when the fawn yearned to know death?
Her body moved of its own accord. It stalked steadily toward the metal bars that kept her safe from the prowling predator. Her slender fingers snaked around the poles as she pressed her thin face in between the bars. “I would know your name, dragon.”
“There is power in a name and I would not give you such control.” The man smiled softly, hiding the wickedness that gleamed in his eyes.
“If I knew your name, I could command you?”
“Of course.” A sparkle glinted in his silver eyes as if he knew exactly what he was doing. He had said the right words to draw her in. Like an expert con, he had set the wheels of fate in motion.
A naughty little thought thrummed in her mind. Perhaps she could taste the forbidden and remain safe at the same time. He would have to agree, however, but with his restraints keeping him caged, Tania was sure he would meet her demands, “Then let us strike a deal, dragon. Tell me your name and I will release you after I have sated my curiosity.”
The creature once again flashed a brilliant smile in her direction that would inspire envy amongst the stars, “What do you wish to know, Princess?”
“You. I would know all of you.” A part of her conscious felt like a sick little tart eager to spread her legs as the other part screamed for morality. But in the darkness, could the Gods see her transgression and did she care? No, she did not care. She wanted to know this dragon. She wanted to feel his shaft take root deep within her soul as bliss washed over her like cooing mountain rain.
Both the HEART OF THE DRAGON and THE DRAGON LORDS were inspired by Erin Dameron-Hill's THE OUTLANDERS. Because of her career as both a Graphic Artist and Mom, she no longer had time to write. I am a huge fan of Mrs. Dameron-Hill and she allowed me to create this fan fiction. Mrs. Dameron-Hill receives royalty.