The Alpha Princess And Her Dragon Mate

Unwilling

"Is he just going to let her run around like some dirty dog?" Allen whispered to his cousin, disgust evident in his voice. They’d made camp but hadn’t done much hunting. The Dragon King found it more entertaining to watch the White Luna hunt rabbits, her snout reddened with blood.

"Shut up. It’s not our place to question his likes and dislikes," Sebastian muttered, his eyes twitching as the White Wolf tore apart the little rabbit she had caught. She displayed such a gory scene while fixing her predatory gaze on Alaric. The King, however, was nothing but amused. As much as the Commander hated to admit it, the woman had successfully captured the King's attention, and Sebastian doubted Alaric would be getting rid of her anytime soon.

Honestly, what was the point of this whole trip if the King was just going to make bedroom eyes at the dog woman while she ripped apart small, cute, and fluffy animals? She was wild and untamed—just Sebastian’s type. He couldn’t deny the way he hardened in his pants while watching the gruesome show the Luna put on. Dragons were hot-blooded, cruel, and dangerous; they all had an animalistic side that preened at the sight of a strong mate. Too bad the b***h was taken, or he might have made a mess of her in bed.

The Luna eventually tired of the display. With a flick of her tail, she disappeared into the tree line. None of them were surprised when the King followed her at a leisurely pace. Sebastian rolled his eyes, hoping more than anything that those two didn’t return carrying the stench of s*x. He didn’t think he could stomach it.

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Sabrina’s tongue darted out to lick the blood off her fur. Her snow-white coat glistened under the moonlight. The pool of water she had found was cool, shrouded by a canopy of trees and wildflowers. She felt more relaxed than she had in days.

She shifted back to her human form with a soft groan, stretching her limbs as she slowly stepped into the pool. The deepest part of the water barely reached her shoulder blades. Sabrina washed the dried blood from her skin, her mouth tasting metallic and unpleasant. She sank into the water just as she heard the crunch of boots on dried leaves and twigs. Despite expecting him to follow, irritation bubbled inside her.

She resurfaced and saw the King leaning against a tree, watching her with his piercing golden eyes. s**t—she hadn’t brought anything to wear. She’d just have to shift back to her wolf form the moment she got out of the water.

"Having fun?" he asked, amusement evident in his tone. His eyes trailed over her shoulders, and Sabrina felt relieved that no other part of her body was exposed.

"It’s been a while since I shifted. I missed the feeling."

"I bet."

"Do you shift?" She had spotted dragons flying over the palace once or twice, but she’d never seen one up close. It was said that the King was the most powerful dragon among his people; he wouldn’t be so revered otherwise.

Alaric’s eyes gleamed with an emotion she couldn’t identify. He smiled dryly and pushed away from the tree, walking towards the pool with graceful strides. "Shifting for us is different. You wouldn’t understand, little Luna." Sabrina resisted the urge to growl at the nickname—it was so f*****g degrading.

"Come."

Standing at the edge of the pool, he gestured for her to move forward. The Luna hesitated briefly before wading toward him. Inch by inch, her body was exposed to the Dragon’s gaze, and he took her in hungrily. With only a little space between them, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

"Pretty thing, covered in blood and filth. Were you trying to seduce me?"

Not really—she had just missed hunting. But if the King found it endearing to see her tear her prey apart, who was she to dismiss his desire? After all, seducing him was an important part of her plan.

"Did I succeed?"

"It was quite a sight." His lips brushed her jaw, then trailed down to her neck, leaving a pretty mark on her flawless skin. The Luna pressed her thighs together as desire coursed through her.

"So beautiful," he murmured.

Sabrina moaned as his hand squeezed her thigh, then slowly made its way between her legs, rubbing her clit.

"Oh..."

She had never been this intimate with a man before, but Alaric’s practiced touch quickly had her falling apart. It felt so good that, for a moment, she almost forgot she was supposed to be seducing him, not enjoying his ministrations.

Before she could regain her composure, the King was sinking to his knees—a King, kneeling for her. It was so bizarre yet made her feel powerful. Alaric threw one of her legs over his shoulder, gripping her hips as he buried his face between her thighs with impatience.

Alaric was skilled with his tongue. The way he flicked and thrust while keeping his eyes locked on her face, gauging her every reaction, made her burn with need. His hair was soft between her fingers, and his grip on her thighs was deliciously firm.

"A...ah, p...please..."

The wet sounds echoing in the space were obscene. Sabrina tightened her grip on his hair, nudging him closer.

"Yes...oh God, yes...so good, mhm..."

The King’s tongue flicked over her clit before plunging inside her again, licking, sucking, and swallowing her essence. Soon, he had her tumbling over the edge with a muffled cry. He continued to tongue-f**k her through her orgasm until her legs went soft and nearly gave out.

Pulling away, he licked the remnants of her pleasure from his lips. Then he leaned down to kiss her. Sabrina tried not to gag at the taste of herself on his mouth—it was messy and gross.

"Let me..." She reached for his pants to undo them, but he firmly caught her hand.

"What?"

"Believe it or not, I don’t bed those who are unwilling."

"I...I’m not unwilling!"

"Sure." He smirked. "I’ll bring you your clothes."

"No need."

Sabrina wasn’t pleased about the lost opportunity. If Alaric had figured out she wasn’t fully committed to sleeping with him, it meant she wasn’t trying hard enough. She shifted back into her wolf form and marched forward. The Dragon followed, his golden eyes fixed on her as they made their way back to the palace. He let her run in wolf form—a pleasure only her father had ever indulged her in.

But Alaric was nothing like her father. He was just someone she needed. That was all.