All Chapters of Reclaiming My Beloved Dragon Prince: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

[Carnelia] One thing that Ona forgot to tell me about Moon Glow Dragons: Staring into the eyes of the Elf King is akin to madness. I forget how to hear, how to see, how to move--all that remains is the swirling sapphire glow of his eyes, bright like the flowers that entwine to create his diadem. ‘Queen Carnelia,” his voice is like warm honey that melts its way down my spine to pool low in my groin. "Would you do me the pleasure?" The word "pleasure," sends tingles that radiate out from my core. It takes all of my willpower to close my eyes and turn my body away. I’m afraid to know what touching him would do to me. “I don’t think that would be a good idea, Your Majesty,” I can barely speak, my voice coming out as the barest breath. "We have not been properly introduced and I fear your intentions." He chuckles, and I feel it shaking my core. I feel an overwhelming desire to roll around in his scent, a mixture of his musk and the star-flower jasmine adorning his body. I can imagine th

[Carnelia] The room goes still as I look into his eyes, dark as night, devoid of all emotions except for one. Anger. “Primus.” As I say his name I see a flicker of life return to the dark orbs, a flicker of green swirling with the smallest measure of brown and gold. “Primus,” I say again, hoping that my words are breaking through, that he can hear me, “Please come back to me. “Mine,” he growls, his hand clasping my arm tightly. “Mine.” “Yes, Primus,” I ignore the pain as he pulls me into him with more force than he has ever used with me, even when I was his captive. I could fight back, but I feel so much joy being near him again that I don’t care how it happens. I just need him to keep on touching me. I feel the barest trace of a tingle. It isn’t the unquenchable flame I am used to feeling when he touches me, but it is enough. In this strange impossible moment, it is more than enough. Then as quickly as it starts, he releases me. His spine goes stiff, and his entire expression

[Primus] I can still taste her on my tongue. My beautiful, powerful, willful mate. She is so clever, far more clever than anyone ever gives her credit for. They found me, the guards, shortly after I left her alone in that room. The lost look on her face will haunt me in my rest tonight. Not that it matters. At least the memory of her will provide me with a small comfort--dreams have become impossible since they began their nightly torture routine to keep me docile and compliant. Every night, when the time comes, I burrow my heart and mind deep inside myself, watching from a distance as my body moves and speaks against my will, acting in the way it has been programmed to act, performing the necessary tasks demanded of it. Some of these tasks I wish were less necessary. Some of these tasks I wish I could forget. “The Queen needs you in her chambers, My Prince,” the guard demands in a way that sounds like a request--all soft and kind but with a hard cold edge. I know not to fight

[Carnelia]Ona freezes, every part of her going completely still as she asks in a very careful, clipped voice. “What did you just say?”Orion’s eyes grow so wide and glow so brightly that the kaleidoscope of swirling colors cast freckles of speckled light on his cheeks. “My mate,” he then closes his eyes, blushing. “That is, I think she might be.”“Either she is or she isn’t youngling,” she growls. "With mates, there is no "think" there only "is." Besides,” Ona stretches to her full height, somewhere between her usual form, as her nostrils flare with small tendrils of yellow flame, “You’re. Too. Young.” She takes a few calming breaths before adding, "Or at least, for your sake and hers, wait until you reach full maturity to consummate your union. You are too young to be burdened with a clutch of your own."“Really?” he raises an eyebrow, staring up at his formidable mother. “And how old were you when you met my father?”She pauses, opening her mouth to answer and then snapping it shut

[Carnelia]At the center of the tent is something I remember from almost a lifetime ago. A sunstone, glowing warmly with the tamed energy of the sun. There was one at the inn in Emerald Cove and another at the center of Primus’ official palace there. Most modern dragons do not remember their original purpose--to transport energy from the Sun Dragon kingdom to the rest of Luxandra.A gift from my ancestors--one that was abused when the Blood King, Maximus the First of Royal House Majere, captured and enslaved the Sun Dragons using them as part of his power grid.I am the last Sun Princess, my mate, Primus, is the son and heir of the Blood King himself. The universe has a funny way of creating balance.Staring down at this ancient artifact, I find myself wondering why it is in the center of the Elf King’s tent.“We built our tent specifically around this stone, which had been buried until we unearthed it three weeks ago. The Luxandrians have forgotten its existence, like so many other t