Dragon's Mate [Cairgorm Dragons 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF Page A

behind, with vicious accuracy. She screamed. Her nipples pebbled, her cunt clenched. She had missed this. He yanked her head back with her hair.
    “Do I need to stuff that mouth with something, or can you shut the fuck up?”
    “Please don’t, Lord, I’ll be silent,” she begged.
    “Very well, but one more scream like that and I will stop your mouth.”
    He gave her a dozen strokes with the thick bundle of twigs he held. He only stopped when they began to splinter. He threw them on the ground then, and, seizing her hips, he entered her from behind. His hands cupped her breasts. He squeezed and kneaded them as she moaned in pleasure. He pinched and tweaked her nipples then rasped his nails over them. She arched her back and sobbed in ecstasy, but she didn’t say a word. She knew better.
    His huge cock filled her as he pumped in and out of her. She tried to rub her clit with her fingers, but he was having none of that.
    “You want pleasure? First you have to earn it. So far you’ve done me no bloody good at all.” He came inside her with a guttural roar, then withdrew.
    “Get up and go. See if you can do as I tell you this time. Make friends with that insipid girl, and find out if she is his mate. I shall make you pay dearly if you mess this up.” Ciarda struggled to her feet and left the cave. Her nipples were bruised and sore. Her backside throbbed. She wanted to soothe it and the ache between her legs. She hadn’t come, and she daren’t stop to pleasure herself yet.
    Ciarda did as Oidhche had instructed. She cultivated Eilidh, pretending to be her friend. Eilidh didn’t reveal any of what had passed between her and Braemuir. Nevertheless, Ciarda could sense the girl had a secret. Ciardah knew that Eilidh was no longer a maiden. It was obvious to many people, and there was speculation, but no one knew for certain. Eilidh was hiding things. Ciardah had tried to discover what, but she’d failed. She reported to Oidhche. 
    “Well, what did you discover?” he asked.
    “My lord, Oidhche, I know she’s no longer a maiden.”
    “Half those in the settlement know that. The other half are either children or senile. Tell me something I don’t know.”
    “She does have a secret, but I can’t read her mind to discover it. I’ve never seen a shield so strong in one so young,” Ciarda stated.
    “Mm, it could be that she’s had help to develop that shield. Who do we know with a strong shield? One who would be able to instruct her? Who has she been seen with?”
    He looked at Ciarda and waited for her to answer. She knew what he wanted her to say, but she was afraid to admit it. She didn’t want to admit that where she had failed, this young, innocent girl had succeeded. Oidhche didn’t like his tools to fail.
    “I’m waiting!” he said, deceptively softly.
    “My lord, it can’t be her. She isn’t strong enough nor beautiful enough to be Braemuir’s mate!” she protested.
    “Is that your considered opinion?” he asked, sarcastically. “Just because you failed to hold him, to interest him long enough for my plans to reach fruition, doesn’t mean that another couldn’t do it.” 
    She trembled at his words, at the implication. Could this slip of a girl have captivated Braemuir? No, she didn’t believe it. He couldn’t want her .
    “I don’t think she’s going to be the one, my lord. He’s amusing himself with her, that is all there is.”
    “How do you explain the potion then? By all accounts he was beside himself, running through the settlement, acknowledging no one. This is Braemuir we are talking about. He’s always polite and correct. He cares for all that riffraff in the settlement. What state was he in, that he neither saw, nor heard anyone? Whom did he seek?”
    Ciarda saw that Oidhche had made up his mind, and, while she didn’t share his opinion, she’d better not contradict him. She scoffed to think anyone at all would prefer Eilidh, and what she had to offer, over her own