I’ve been with men before, several of them, but this man, this dragon, is strumming my body like nothing I’ve ever felt before. His clever fingers, his warm breath … even his biting down on my neck has my body craving him, craving more. I feel like he’s putting me in a trance.
That is until he calls me Princess. My reaction is instantaneous. I yank away from him, and it’s only when I turn that I realize he was using a pet name, not my title. But now, it’s too late, he’s figured out what I am.
I don’t know what he plans to do with me, but I can’t afford to get captured or sold off. I’m the only chance that Yhendorn has, and an elf princess is worth a lot of money to a lot of people.
I turn, leaping off the side of the mountain, knowing I can pull on my element to save me. But once again,
