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Authors: Scarlett Grove

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Chapter Seven

Trying to sober up, I eat some cake with pink frosting. It's so freaking good that it makes me want to cry again, with joy this time. The jugglers stand in front of our table, telling jokes and spinning flaming torches between them. I have no idea what is funny, but the Endorians in the room seem to find it all hilarious. I laugh along with them because the laughter is contagious. I'm so drunk.

Trav leans over and nuzzles my neck. "When I make hilock with you, princess, it will feel more pleasurable than the cake 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 little circles, he moves his tongue over my mound. I'm moaning loudly and squeezing his face between my thighs. As I grip the bed sheets behind me, Trav pushes my legs open wide.

I'm so close to coming that I can barely see. He pushes two fingers inside my core, and I explode. Arching my back, I moan as the waves of pleasure wash over me. My nipples are like spark plugs on my swollen breasts, jutting into the air. As the contractions clench between my legs, Trav climbs on top of me, pressing his erection against me.

"My scent is working on you. It proves that I am your true mate. Now let us make the hilock," he growls.

His words work their way into my fuzzy brain. His scent is doing what? I feel his cock grinding against me, but a warning signal goes off inside my head. He wants to mate me. Now. Forever.

I groan and push hard against his chest.

"No," I say, my voice still slurred with drink. "I'm not bonding with you tonight. I barely know you. I can't believe I let you get my panties off."

Trav growls and kisses me harder, but I push at him so forcefully, he finally relents and lets me up. "Why are you refusing me, princess?" he growls.

"For one thing, you kidnapped me. For another thing, I barely know you."

"I did not kidnap you. I brought you home. It is imperative that we make the hilock. Now." His words are low with an edge of aggression that scares me.

"I don't think I'm this dragon born princess person you think I am," I say pulling my clothes back over my privates. "You should double check with your wizard. How can I be one of your race? Look at me. I'm human."

"I admit, your appearance is discouraging. However, I'm beginning to like it. You are so little and soft." He smiles and reaches for my breast. I slap his hand away, and he growls. "My pheromones worked on you just now. That proves you are the princess."

"I’m drunk. It has nothing to do with pheromones," I say, but I know I'm lying. I'm not the type that just goes to town with a guy I just met, especially my kidnapper.
Great. I have Stockholm Syndrome.
My shrink would have a hay day with this one. Maybe it is pheromones, but that doesn't prove I'm the dragon-born princess.

"I can wait princess, but Endor cannot," he says, standing. He brushes out the wrinkles in his clothes, but I can still see his substantial boner.

My mouth waters just looking at it. I need to get a grip. This isn't right. I want to go home. I want my old life back. The momentary pleasure of letting one of these princes inside me would seal my fate forever. "I want to go home," I tell him. "You are keeping me here against my will. I will not mate with you or Conyac, ever. You've taken me from my home and put me in the middle of some barbaric claiming ritual. You can count on me never letting you or Conyac make hilock with me."

"Princess," he starts.

"Stop calling me that. I want to go home. Now. Tell Gizmel to open a portal to Earth. I'm done with this. It isn't any of my business." I'm getting angrier as I begin to sober up. How dare he put his mouth on my privates, even if it was a mind-blowing orgasm. We aren't even the same species.

"You cannot go home, Dani. A portal to Earth can only be opened every twenty-eight years, when the stars come into alignment. That is why it took so long to find you." I look at him like he just ate my dog, which he didn't of course. Clancy is sleeping the floor beside my feet. Then it sinks in. I'm twenty-eight years old.
It's a coincidence,
I tell myself. It has to be.

"I am going to speak with Gizmel. It makes no sense that you should be human. You are a dragon born. You should be a head taller than ordinary women. Your eyes are dull like a commoner. Your ears are round, and you have no strong teeth. I imagine you cannot even shift. Can you?"

"Shift?"

"Into a dragon," he says as if I'm a slow child.

"Um. No. Definitely not," I say, laughing.

"That is not right. How can you use your queen's power if you cannot shift? I will get to the bottom of this. Be sure of it," he says before storming out the door.

What? No good night?
I groan and flop back on the bed. Clancy jumps up beside me and licks my face. Sweet old Clancy, at least we have each other. I hug my dog as he settles down beside me, and I fall asleep in my fancy party dress.

Chapter Eight

Trav bursts through the door as the gray light of dawn filters through the window. "What!" I say with a gasp, sitting up in bed. Clancy barks like a car alarm, and I know I look like hell frozen over. Trav grabs my arm and yanks me out of bed, leading me fast down the hallway.

"Where are you taking me?" I groan, trying to pull out of his grip.

"Hurry," he says, tugging me down the hall. We charge up the stairs until we arrive at Gizmel’s alchemy lab. Windows cover the circular walls, allowing in an ample amount of warming morning sunlight.

"Good, you brought her."

"Could I get some coffee?" I ask, trying to pat down my tangled hair. I still have sex head from the oral from last night.

"What is coffee?" Trav asks.

I groan.
Figures.
This place doesn't have coffee; it becomes even more like the seventh level of hell in that instant. "It's a warm Earth drink made of dried beans that invigorates you in the morning. Got anything like that?"

"Morning tea," Gizmel offers. Trav grunts and takes off down the stairs. Gizmel opens a dusty old tome and runs his finger down the lines of text. A few moments later, Trav arrives with Uria and she hands me a steaming cup.

"Thanks," I say, taking the cup. I sniff the steam, taking in the bittersweet aroma. Taking a tentative sip, I find the flavor resembles a cross between coffee and chai tea.
Not bad.
I nod at Uria, and she does that annoying curtsy thing again before hurrying down the stairs. "Now, what is all the fuss about?" I ask as the beverage begins to thaw out my brain.

"I've been doing some digging in the archives, and I'm surprised I didn't find this before. I beg your pardon, your majesty," Gizmel says to me. I raise an eyebrow at the title, but say nothing. "We've found information about your placement on Earth. Your parents, the late Lord and Lady Skyland, had you enchanted. It has altered your appearance and prevented you from learning your true identity all this time. Ingenious really."

"My parents are Fred and Valery Storm from Idaho," I say.

"I'm afraid those were adoptive human parents. Lord and Lady Skyland were murdered shortly after they hid you on Earth to keep you safe. Orgs have been planning their return for some time, and an age with only one dragon born female is a perfect opportunity for them to overtake the land. You have many enemies, my lady."

My head is reeling as I try to take it in. Two days ago, I was just a failed photojournalist, and today I'm some kind of dragon queen. I can't make sense of it. I shake my head at him, trying to shake away all the nonsense.
"So, how is this enchantment lifted?" I ask. It's the only thing I can think to say. There has to be some way to prove I'm not who they think I am. If they can't lift the enchantment then that would mean I'm not the princess.

Even if I'm not her, I can't go home for twenty-eight more years. A tear slips down my cheek, and I gasp, trying to hold back the wails of despair and terror that are threatening burst from my lungs.

"I'm working on that," Gizmel says. "The exact formulation is not recorded in the archives. But I have an idea of where I might be able to find it. Skyland Castle has been largely vacant since just after your birth, my lady, but there might be information in the libraries there.

"Then we leave for Skyland Castle today," Trav says.

Thank you for reading Taken: Dragon Princes of Endor (Book One). Book to will be available soon.

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