Meryl’s lungs were full of cold air when the dragon soared high. To say that she was petrified, was an understatement. She was panicking. Her head spun with fear and desperation, her gaze shooting to the earth below.
“Don’t look down,” the man’s voice came in a cool, relaxed manner, in order to soothe her. “And don’t worry, I will never let you fall.”
She wanted to ask something but words stuck in her throat. Cool gusts of air whipped her hair and clothes billowed around them, but the man behind her held her close to him and clutched his large hand in front of her cloak. He held the spike of the dragon with one hand, circling around her waist and with the other he protected her against the wind. When her body began to shake, he said, “Relax, Meryl.”
Brishor set her on foot when they arrived in his bedchamber. It had been a long time since he had come to his bedchamber because the last few days he had spent with Chezzal. He had been extremely anxious about the meeting with Alburn. Now the talks had fallen completely and he should have been more anxious, but the mere nearness, the rich scent of jacaranda and lemon wrapped in fire of his mate, alleviated all his anxieties. He felt this sudden calm. His world that was upside down from a long time, felt like it had fallen into place. A shaky breath left him when she moved away from her on the plush carpet, as he already missed her warmth in his arms. Chezzal moved closer to him while watching their mate, mesmerized, stunned as disbelief rolled off him. A chance encounter brought them to their mate. Their eyes followed Meryl’s movement. She was looking around with wide eyes, taking everything in, tak
Her heart pounded as adrenalin shot in her body like fire. Shock flooded her and she instantly got up removing the bulky arms of the two dragons who were lying next to her. She removed the fur from her and scrambled towards the foot of the bed, clutching the bed sheet around her. Behind her the sheets rustled and furs moved and she knew that the two dragons had woken up. But none of them moved closer to her or tried to stop her. Meryl hurriedly scooted to the edge of the bed and when she felt she was far away from them, she whipped her head towards them. While Chezzal had sit down, watching her like a hawk, Brishor had cradled his head on his arms that he had folded behind him and watched her intently with his pine green eyes. His intense stare made her heart beat chaotically. Her gaze slid to Chezzal and she could feel his overwhelming power that radiated off him like second nature. Both had dark t
Meryl’s lips parted. “What do you mean, I am yours?” she asked, baffled, as her gaze darted between the Brishor and Chezzal.“I will answer your question when the time is right. For now, you should think about how to settle here and make yourself at home,” said Brishor, leaving her.Meryl wanted to object to him, but before she could say another word, he said, “You are a part of my kingdom now, so you better get used to the idea.” She swallowed her saliva thinking that she was going to be forever stuck here, without her consent? She bit back a whimper that threatened to rise in her throat because her eyes were burning with unshed tears. A thousand questions flitted through her mind. “You are only going to be happy here, Meryl,” he added.“
Meryl was in the bedchamber and walked to the bed where she sat stiffly. She picked up a book from the bedside table, which had text on ancient symbols and started reading it as though it was the best thing to do in the world. She tucked her legs beneath her, pulled up a comforter and lowered her head to understand what was in there, little realizing that she was holding it upside down. Brishor and Chezzal glanced at her and then they went to take a bath together with a smirk.They came soon outside, with towels wrapped on their waists, and Meryl was only scandalized in their presence, her cheeks heated like a thousand suns. She did her best to stifle her moan and the wetness that was developing in between her thighs. Brishor came and sat in front of her. He took her book away, closed it and tossed it aside. Then he said, “Meryl, can we talk?” Seeing her soothed his tumultuous thoughts. H
Meryl arched her body to give more access to Brishor. She didn’t know why she was doing it, but her need to be touched was only growing stronger by the second. Was it some sort of magic?Brishor continued to knead her breasts while she threaded her fingers in Chezzal’s hair and gripped them hard, as she watched him in between her thighs, as she felt his tongue’s strokes on her labia. It was an absolute pleasure. A groan sounded and to her mortification it was hers.Chezzal sucked her clit and then flicked it alternatively. Then he licked her all the way down to her core. He took her pink folds in his mouth and sucked them slowly, almost like torture. She bucked her hips out of need for him to take more. Meryl’s mind was blanketed by thoughts of taking the two dragons in her, over her. Chezzal groaned against her core. He graz
Chezzal’s face was buried in her back and he was kissing her skin lightly over there. She shuddered next to him and he steadied her by wrapping his hand around her tightly. Oh, gods, they found their third mate. They had succeeded. And now no one could snatch her away from them. All that his mind was thinking was that he would never lose her. Ever. In fact, he wasn’t thinking about it, he was feeling it. All of a sudden, he felt that the chest in his mind that was locked for hundreds of years had been unlocked and emotions that were worth of that many years poured in. There were so many memories of both him and Brishor feeling hollowness and sometimes having nightmares—but now everything was replaced with wonderful dreams and hopefulness. He was now needing and wanting and he thought he had fallen in love with his mate irrevocably. “We have to go for lunch,” Chezzal said softly against her skin. He didn’t want to go
“So can I,” Brishor replied with a sigh. He set Meryl in his lap and let the warm water run around them.Chezzal added aromatic oils and lotions in the water and then stepped in the bathtub. Meryl was looking tired. He took a soft sponge and lathered it with soap. She was resting with her head against Brishor, barely keeping her eyes open. He chuckled. “You need to eat well, Meryl.” Her strength was like that of a butterfly against them. He started applying soap over her body. Normally it was the maids who would help them bathe, but this time they both wanted to cater to her. He rubbed the sponge over her shoulders, neck, breasts, navel and then brought his hands down in between her thighs where he took his time cleaning her. She seemed to relax. His fingers brushed her lips over there and she shivered. Lusty little girl. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss on her lips. &ldqu
Viola, Meryl’s step sister would seem like a lamb in comparison to Tere. Viola was acerbic and too sarcastic, but Tere—she was that and some more. So, to say that Meryl was horrified at Tere’s behavior was an understatement. This was how Judith treated the servants of the house and that of the estate as well. And the memory only made her urge to leave Galadere and go back to Windley, to her people. How could she enjoy all this luxury when her people were suffering? “I am sorry, Lady Tere,” said the old servant, trembling under her gaze and holding his cheek that stung with pain. “Relax Tere,” said Angus as he helped her clean the dress. “It is just a small stain.” “You must throw him out now!” Tere shouted, her anger visible on her red face. A
“What is it?” Brishor said, his face drained of color. He looked at Chezzal who was looking as ghastly as the past several hours. He had to give it to Chezzal that he had more strength than him in such situations. “Oh! Another head is forming!” The healer informed her. “Push, Meryl!” Meryl pushed again with whatever energy she was left with. “We got another boy!” The healer announced. Cendyt rushed back and was now going crazy! “I got two grandsons!” she cried out of pleasure. Brishor came to stand right beside Meryl on her right. “My queen,” he whispered as he held her hand and squeezed it softly. “You’ve made us so proud.” A teardrop fell on Meryl’s hand.
Meryl had had a long chat with Cendyt about heats. Cendyt had told her the implications of it. She had said that it had been hundreds of years since Galdere has seen the face of a royal child. The reason why she was interested in marrying and putting up with Tere’s bullshit was that she wanted a baby, an heir for Galdere. Tere was ready to marry Angus, but Brishor wanted to find his third mate. In case Brishor never married or never found his mate, Angus’s child would have been the heir to the throne.Cendyt had made it amply clear to Meryl that she wanted grandchildren and wanted them fast. She also said that female dragons came in heat once a year, but she didn’t know what was the case with her, because she was turned. Meryl thought it was better to watch and wait. Maybe, she was going to exhibit the same traits as any other dragon female.
Chezzal thought that he had got inside her too fast. What about her pleasure? He thrust inside her lazily and kissed her lips. He nibbled at her bottom lip and whispered, “I want to go down and lick you.”His dirty words aroused her as hell. She bucked her hips into his to show what she wanted. He chuckled. “You are wicked.”He pulled out and started kissing her. He left a trail of kissed all the way from her lips to the hollow of her neck, her breasts, belly and then to her sex. Once there, he licked off her juices with his tongue until she started groaning needily.“Ah! I can't take it anymore,” she hissed. Brishor turned his face over her chest and began suckling them lazily.Chezzal lifted his head up to see
Brishor set Meryl on her feet. There was so much brightness around her that it blinded her for a moment. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself surrounded by huge mountains and snow all around interrupted by tall firs and pines. The snow was fresh and glistening on the mountain slopes as the sun shone brilliantly over them.“Where are we?” she asked, when Brishor took her hand and tugged her to a log cabin that stood on a ledge of a slope, surrounded by a thicket of pines, just a few meters away. The cabin looked… dark and lonely. It was as if there was no one around it. With snow crunching under their boots, and her sandals, they stepped ahead. But seeing that her sandals had become immediately wet, Brishor picked her up. Cold wind blew and fluttered her veil. She wondered how cold this place would be at night. Chezzal came from behind and lifted her veil.
Meryl climbed the dais, her gaze locked with his through the veil. Brishor couldn’t wait to touch her, so he took her hand and helped her climb the steps of the dais. When she came to stand beside him, Brishor couldn’t help thinking that he was the luckiest man in the Lore. His gaze was fixed on her as her maids helped her with the train of her dress. When she was settled, Brishor took her hand to his lips and kissed it as he stared through her veil into her eyes. He just couldn’t help it. “You look beautiful,” he breathed. Meryl’s face heated up and her heartbeat accelerated. Brishor would have continued to look at his mate had the priest not coughed up. “Your Highness, should we start with the ceremony?” Meryl chuckled and Brishor had to leave her hand. They turned to look at the audience and the priest began to chant ancient liturgy. As soon as
Brishor was nervous like a boy who was going to get his first kiss from his girlfriend, or from any girl for that matter. His mother had taken Meryl from their room saying that she needed to be dressed properly because the girl was about to become the queen of Galdere. That’s why Brishor was left alone with Chezzal and Ludwig.Ludwig was making a huge commotion. He blamed Brishor for delaying and because of him, he wasn’t able to meet Penny. It had been close to two hours and the men in the room had become edgy. The servants were supposed to be happy because their king was getting married, instead they were scared when the three mighty men may burst with anger.“You are looking gorgeous!” Ludwig grated. “I am sure you look better than Meryl even. Now will you just walk out of here and get married?”
After what she did to Meryl, Tere wasn’t allowed anywhere near the royalty. Angus was taken out of the prison and when she came to know she had rushed to meet him, but Tere wasn’t allowed to enter the palace by the guards. Even her father’s influence couldn’t get her there. Later, she came to know that Dirk was informed that his daughter was banned from entering or meeting Angus or for that matter any other royalty.Tere was shocked. Her bitterness rose to the next level against Meryl and now she needed solid revenge. That is why when Dirk was invited to the ball, she made a plan in which she was going to use the same tactic she used last time. Her father would put her down, make her feel low and then Meryl would come out, feeling like a doormat.Dirk had somehow smuggled his daughter in the palace’s grounds the previous nigh
Meryl lips curled up. “I am yours…” she breathed.Brishor pulled her up and crashed his lips over hers in a chaste, yet passionate kiss. “I love you,” he whispered in her ear and twirled her once again. She squealed merrily as he brought her to a stop in his arms.A few moments later, other couples joined them on the dance floor and a mood of merriment was set.Brishor gave her to Chezzal after the first dance and then went to talk to his mother and other guests who had surrounded her. Since the wedding was in two days and since Galdere kingdom was witnessing a royal wedding after a long time, his mother was of the opinion that not only the netizens of Galdere should be invited, but kings and queens of other kingdoms too should be invited. And Brishor really didn’t wa
71Meryl lay between her mates, post coital. If having sex like a human was thrilling, having sex like an immortal was like a bomb blast. She was heaving, sweat slicked and glowing. She was exhausted and wanted to sleep. As for the dragons, they wanted more. “You both can now go to hell,” she chuckled.“Then you are coming to hell with us,” Brishor said as he nipped her earlobe.“No, I am going to stay right here,” Meryl laughed.Chezzal coiled his arms around her and pulled her close to his chest. He tucked her head beneath his chin and closed his eyes. “She is tired, Brishor. Give her some time to be ready for us.”“Yes, I will be ready in another two day