[Siren Classic: Erotic Historical Fantasy Romance, shape-shifters, Kinbaku, spanking, HEA]
When Muireall, a dragon shape-shifter, is pursued by Ness, she tries to deny her attraction to him and refuses to agree to be his mate. But Ness won’t take no for an answer, and she finally gives in to his charms.
When they return to Darroch Keep on Loch Ness, trouble awaits in the form of Macbethad, who wants to be Clan chieftain. In an attempt to dispose of Ness, Macbethad decides to kidnap Muireall but is foiled, and a battle in the loch ensues.
Amidst the chaos, several of the Clan’s women have lost their babies. Ness, fearing for Muireall’s health, is not allowing her to become pregnant, so Muireall has to take drastic action.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Deep in the cold waters of Loch Ness, the huge male dragon read her thoughts as she approached the edge of the loch in her human-form. She was no shrinking violet, just as he’d thought. She was a brave lassie. She waited even though she didn’t know why. She was curious and just a little afraid, but she hid her fear well. She couldn’t hide it from him, however. She could hide nothing from him. He could read her mind, her thoughts, and her fears. He longed to soothe her, brush away the worry crease that sat on her brow. She was worthy of mating with Ness. He’d let her wait just a wee while longer.
“Why am I here? Why did I come? What am I waiting for?”
Just a little longer. Let her enjoy the anticipation, he thought. He chuckled to himself as he thought of what he had in store for her. Now was the time to reveal himself. Slowly he swam toward the surface. “Close your eyes.” She did as she was bid. His huge green-and-gold head breached the waters of the loch, and he beheld his mate. She was of medium height, slender, big-breasted and wide-hipped. Her hair was a shining halo of dark chestnut with red lights. It was gathered in a long, thick braid that fell down over one shoulder. It reached almost to her waist. He would use that braid to hold her, to keep her close to him. His hands would tangle in the silken tresses, and she’d moan in appreciation. Her eyes were green and wide-set, beneath arching brows. The lashes were long and thick. Her mouth was a delight to his senses. Her lips were full and plump, inviting kisses and soft nibbles. He longed to take her, but he would have to have patience. Force was not the Ness way. She would come to him when she was ready.
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Maddain soared high in the sky. She was jubilant. Solus, her eldest brother and chieftain of the Braemuir Clan, had his mate. Her name was Eilidh and she was already pregnant with the next Braemuir. At the summer solstice, Solus and Eilidh would mate as dragons before the Clan. The black dragon, Oidhche, would be defeated. The future for her brother was assured, but what of her own future? She wouldn’t be able to stay at their home, the Caisteal, forever. It wouldn’t be wise. Eilidh needed to find her feet, then Maddain, or Muireall in her human-form, would have to find a new home or a mate for herself. The men of the Braemuir Clan who were available held no appeal for her. So what was she to do? She had been raised as the daughter of the previous Clan chieftain. As such she’d been taught that it was her duty to mate and that her mate would find her. All females of the Clan chieftain’s house were expected to raise a family, taking a mate from within the Clan. She’d been waiting now for several years but no suitable man had come to her. She wanted a strong man who would care for her but respect her. She was no weak woman and prepared to fight for what she wanted. Her prospective husband would have to be strong, but not just in physical strength. She wanted a man to be a man. She would challenge his right to rule her and only give way if he was the stronger character. She could never respect a weakling. Her mother had told her she would know when the man presented himself. There would be no denying him. Whenever her mother had said those words her face had been wreathed in secret smiles and a rosy blush had stained her cheeks. Muireall wondered what exactly her mother was remembering and was beginning to wonder if ever she would feel those emotions that so affected her mother. Putting those thoughts aside to concentrate on the present, she landed by Drumnadrochit and quickly changed into her woman-form. There it was again. A fleeting thought touched her mind, but when she tried to follow it to its source, all she got was water. That had happened so many times over the last few days. She was curious and just a little afraid. The thoughts were clearer here by Loch Ness. She walked to the bridge that gave Drumnadrochit its name in the old tongue. She leaned over and gazed into the water. A strong thought entered her mind.
“It’s you, my mate.”
She stepped back, startled. She felt herself compelled, by some exterior force, to walk down shore of the loch. When she was out of sight of the settlement, she stopped and gazed into the water again. What do I expect to see? What am I doing here?
“Close your eyes.” She complied, but she didn’t know why she did. The voice inside her head was soothing but compelling. It offered reassurance that no harm would come to her, and she wanted to know who or what had brought her here and why. There was a sound of rushing, falling water. She opened her eyes and looked up, then up higher. A huge, emerald-green dragon had emerged from the waters of the loch. Water rushed in rivulets off his back, and cascaded off his folded wings. His eyes were a deeper green and, as she looked into them, she saw herself reflected there, small and human. He lowered his huge head until it was level with her face and he gazed at her. She didn’t retreat, but she couldn’t meet his gaze. It scorched her. She was sure that he saw into her very soul.
“Welcome to my lands, my mate.”
“I’m not your mate,” she said. “My mate will be found amongst the ranks of the Braemuir Clan. No dragon from the Clan has ever mated with anyone from outside. I won’t be the first.”
She turned around and left in a hurry. Behind her she heard the roar of the dragon and, in her head, that voice that said, in amusement, “Oh, but you will!”
“I have a dragon mating to attend. I must go,” she answered the voice.
“I will see you there,” he replied.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Wait and see. You’re my mate, and I will have you. You won’t escape me. You won’t want to escape me.”
As the door closed behind her, she leaned her back against it.
“Please.” She didn’t know what she wanted. She knew she was begging, and that wasn’t something she was used to, but she couldn’t help herself. She was out of her mind with desire and longing. She heard him get up. Should I go? Too late. As his mouth descended on hers, she knew she wanted this. She wanted him. She’d been lacking something, someone in her life. This was it. He called her “little rabbit” because she’d run from him. He was about to learn that her running days were over. His tongue invaded her mouth and explored. He tasted so very good. Hers tangled with his. He flicked and stroked, and she pressed herself to him. She felt his lean, hard body all along her length. She felt his hard, swollen cock, hot and throbbing against her belly. She shivered in anticipation. She squirmed, and his arms tightened around her. He stripped her and laid her on the bed, dropping his own clothes on the floor. Then he was by her side. Her breasts ached for his touch.
All she got for an answer was a muffled chuckle. He was kissing her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, licking her neck. She squirmed and wriggled, trying to get closer to him.
“Soon, my little pet, soon.” Very slowly, he licked and nibbled his way down her throat. Then one hand took hold of one aching nipple. He pressed and flicked, and she moaned and arched her back.
“Yes, yes. Please, more, harder.” He obliged her, and at the same time, his mouth descended on her other nipple and suckled hard. She screamed. She’d never felt anything remotely like it in her life. He’d promised pleasure beyond her wildest dreams, and it seemed he’d been right. She arched her back and threshed her head from side to side.
“How beautiful you are. How sweet your arousal smells to me. Soon I’m going to taste your honey, my pet.” His mind promised more delights to come as his mouth and fingers delivered sensation beyond any she’d known. She burned, her blood boiled in her veins, her breasts throbbed and ached. She felt more moisture pool between her thighs, so she pressed them together.
“No! Don’t conceal yourself from me.” His mouth left her breasts, and he licked, nipped, and nibbled his way down over her belly, swirling his tongue in her navel. He slid down the bed, parted her thighs, and settled himself between them, holding them apart with his broad shoulders. His long, strong fingers parted her pussy lips and he breathed in deeply. “Mm, so sweet and spicy. You smell delicious. I wonder if you taste as good.”
“What do you mean? You’re going to taste me there? You can’t.”
“You’ve such a lot to learn, my little rabbit. I can and I will taste you there.” So saying, two fingers speared her cunt. He pushed them in as far as he could go then drew them out, stretching her. At the same time, his tongue licked her pearl.
“Ness!” she screamed aloud. He flicked the little nubbin with his tongue as his fingers pumped in and out of her. An orgasm, powerful in its intensity, rolled over her, causing her limbs to tremble and shake. He continued to lick and flick her clitoris, not allowing her to come down, prolonging the sensual pleasure. Never had it felt like that when she’d made herself come. She felt his pleasure in her surrender and his delight at her response to his lovemaking, as well as her own.
“It will always be like this. We feel each other’s arousal and delight. It more than doubles the pleasure.” As he soothed her with his mind, his fingers in her cunt located and massaged a spot deep inside her. She came up off the bed.
“Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod! What?”
Gently but firmly, he pressed her back down, and then he withdrew his fingers.
“No, please, Ness. Don’t stop. Don’t leave me!”
“I’ve no intention of leaving you, my love.” His cock was demanding entrance. He felt huge. How was he going to fit?
“It will be all right. You’ll stretch to fit me. Women are made that way. Don’t be afraid. The pain will be fleeting.”
“Pain?” Before she’d a chance to process that thought, he thrust home, and she screamed at the sudden stab of pain. He stilled and waited, soothing her with his gentle hands and his powerful mind. His hands caressed her face. Softly and gently he kissed her eyes, her lips, her neck. Reassurance flowed over her, praises for her beauty, promises that it wouldn’t hurt again. Under his ministrations, she relaxed. He withdrew. She tensed. He thrust home again.
“No, my love, no more pain, only pleasure.”
She felt only the most incredible fullness, rightness. She wanted this. She wanted him. She wrapped her legs around him.
“That’s right, my love. Hold me and enjoy!”