Headstrong Prince by Michelle M. Pillow

Author:Michelle M. Pillow [Pillow®, Michelle M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Raven Books LLC

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Ivar did not let himself rest too deeply. His eyes closed, but he kept an ear on Beth’s breathing. He was annoyed, but he wasn’t angry at the dragon-shifters for taking him the way they did. He wasn’t sure what they used here on Earth, but on his home world they would have knocked him out with a little of the yellow, a plant that grew in the Draig forest near the borderlands. To inhale it was to pass out. It was a common tactic, not used on princes necessarily, but used.

What did make him angry was the fact they took Beth in such a way. He could still see the stunned look on her face in the alleyway. She’d been so confused, so scared. She didn’t deserve that. She’d only been trying to help him. The idea that he’d failed to protect her did not settle well in his stomach.

He felt a hand on his head and opened his eyes. She’d turned over on the small couch-bed in her sleep, and her hand had found his head. Her fingers twitched to stroke his fur as if in a dream. Every time she touched him, it was like a shock of electricity through his veins, and he wanted nothing more than to be worthy of her. At least shifted he didn’t feel the burning desire to claim her. It was becoming harder and harder to resist. He stared at her face. She had lips that were meant to kiss him, and eyes that he could drown in.

Drowning eyes. He’d never understood that human phrase until he looked into hers.

The signs were clear. The gods were giving him a chance to prove himself. They showed him Beth and the dragons on the same night. There had to be a reason. To be worthy of Beth, he needed to convince the dragon-shifters to return home where they belonged. He needed to keep the portals open and save his people. If the dragons returned unharmed, that would help. It would prove the lost dragons did not die on Earth and that they chose to come home.

Ivar was not frightened by the shadowed marshes, or swamps as the locals called them, nor was he scared of these alligators that the Cajun tribe dragon leader warned him about. He had hunted yorkins. How bad could an alligator be?

Beth’s fingers continued to stroke him, and he inhaled a deep breath, mesmerized by the contact. Her touch became more deliberate. Ivar’s body tingled with awareness. He focused on that hand.

He hadn’t realized just how lonely he had been on Earth. There had been no one to talk to, no physical contact aside from a couple handshakes and a fist fight. The sound of Beth’s breathing, so soft and gentle, filled him as he listened to the rhythm of it. Her fingers touched flesh, and his shaft hardened in response. At some point, as he had lulled under the spell of her touch, he’d transformed back to man.

Ivar opened his eyes.

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