Taken (Dragon Shifter Menage Paranormal Romance) (Dragon Princes Of Endor Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

or the wine. I will make your cunt weep for my cock as I lick you until you come." My body had an immediate reaction. I sit up straight in my chair as my nipples tighten into hard little knots, and my breasts swell. I'm suddenly soaking wet as blood rushes away from my brain and into my clit.
    I lean back and look at him. Jesus, who talks like that? A horny dragon prince who wants to save his planet, I guess. "Hold your horses there, buddy," I slur. "I never get busy on the first date."
    He grins at me. Does he know how turned on I am? If he does, I'm done for. I tell my addled brain, even if I give into him sexually, I won't let him mate me. No how, no way. I'm not ready for marriage. I don't even know the guy.
    The festivities wind down, and Trav takes my hand. "Come, lady. I will escort you to your chamber," he says. I feel light headed. My panties are still wet, and my nipples tighten at his touch. Why did I let myself get so drunk? My shrink always told me self-medication was never an answer. She also told me not to use sex as a crutch. Right. No sex with strangers, bad for recovery.
    He takes me upstairs, and we emerge into the upper level hallway. Conyac is standing about a yard away from us, blocking the way to my room. My heart leaps in my throat. Conyac looks sexy as hell in a dark blue tunic and the same tight pants. I can see he is no less endowed than Trav. I gulp. There's going to be a showdown, I can feel it.
    Conyac steps forward but Trav pushes past him. "Get out of my castle, Blackwell, or we will have a problem."
    Conyac grabs my arm and flings me around so that I'm against his chest. I crane my head up to look into his face. He grins, showing his sharp canines. Trav is behind me, grabbing my waist, but Conyac won't let me go. I'm pinned between them as they growl at each other. I can feel both of their cocks pressed hard against my back and belly. I'm so turned on I place bets with myself whether or not I'd let them both take me right here in the hallway. Crap. I'm screwed.
    Finally, Trav yanks me away and whirls me behind him. "This is my time, Conyac. Now leave us."
    Trav hurries me down the hallway and through my bedroom door, where he flings me onto the bed and climbs on top of me. His mouth is on mine, and he slips his hot tongue between my lips. After that show of testosterone in the hallway, I'm melting like butter in the summer sun. I wrap my legs around him, and he begins to push up my skirt.
    Breathless and horny drunk, I groan as he squeezes my breasts and licks my neck. His cock is pressed against my stomach, hard and rigid like a steel rod. I grind against him, totally mindless to everything else. I want to forget it all. I want to forget myself, the war, that I was kidnapped yesterday. I want to let myself go for once.
    He pulls the threads on my bodice and pulls the neckline of my dress apart, revealing my breasts. He sucks a nipple into his mouth while pulling my skirt up around my waste. His hand is between my legs, and he groans.
    "You are wet, little princess." His voice rumbles in my ear. I gasp as he cups my mound and squeezes. His tongue flicks my nipple and circles around the areola before he plunges his mouth over my breast again. His teeth play against my taut flesh, making me moan. My head is swimming as my body sings for more.
    Trav slips his hand inside my panties and runs his fingers along my wet slit. I don't know why I'm so turned on. I shouldn't be. This is all crazy. As he dips his fingers between my folds, he groans, moving down my body to pull my panties all the way off.
    He's between my legs, his hot breath on my pussy. I run my hands over his cropped hair. It's been so long since I've had anyone between my knees. I should be embarrassed as hell, but instead I'm pushing him harder against my hungry clit.
    "Trav," I moan. He rumbles as he dives into my sex. His long slick tongue flicks between my folds, from my ass to my clit, where he stops and presses harder. In tight