All Chapters of Dragons And Their Little Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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.” 

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 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

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

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