What paranormal creature would I want to kidnap me and why?
You see, I used to have to think about this.
But I don’t anymore.
There is this instant image that pops in my head, which is both scary and also totally erotic. I would totally want a dragon shifter to kidnap me. I mean think about it. Not only do you have this huge awesome fire-breathing thing
with wings taking you away. This type of shifter has got to be dominant. I mean how could he not be?
I also have this strange sorted twisted idea for a storyline sort of like Dragon Slayer only the dragons are all shifters, and when the girl is ‘sacrificed’ she sure as heck ain’t going to be eaten…. Ok, just kidding, she might be eaten. Just not in the growly digestive way you are thinking.
Or maybe the chick is a thief and she tried to steal his treasure, and gets caught. The only way to make up for it is—yep you guessed it. Become the dragon’s slave. Or very willing love partner.
Either way you spin it, you are looking at a creature that is pretty possessive, dominant, and unyielding when it comes to the woman it wants. What he wants—he gets. Therefore, kidnapping.
I see dragons kidnapping woman more often than any other shifter. I imagine a good amount of bondage with that kidnapping to because, hello, he has to keep her in his cave dwelling.
I would love to tell a dubious consent story about a dragon shifter. I mean you have some, but it isn’t a booming element in today’s paranormal fiction. You have a whole lot of wolves and tons of vampires. The rest are sort of littered about and no one really pays any attention to them. I like the ones that aren’t represented enough, because they have so much room to grow. You can create a unique mytho and no one is gonna be like, “That’s not how dragons are.” Well, considering they are of myth and fiction I’m pretty sure no one really knows how dragons really are to begin with.
So, the less you have of the certain shifter genre, the more room you have to mess around and develop without preconceived notions. Besides, who didn’t want to fly? And if you hop on the back of your sexy shifter, you will for sure be able to fly!
So, in short, my pick for a great kidnapping situation w0ould be the dragon shifter because they are just, well, brutes! And they can fly! And they might just chain me up in their cave dwelling!
Amidst a war of attrition and a struggle for power Lily Blackwood is torn between two strong men…One, Wallace is her perfect idea of a partner, loving, loyal and handsome. The second, Bryn, is her true mate, the man chosen for her by nature and her family. Denial and naivety for nature’s choice, sends her into a rage of independence against the laws of her own destiny, family and her own father.
Wallace Kirk is assigned to protect the beautiful Lily since her birth…
His loyalties are tearing him apart. His own mate, dead, taken from him, fills his thoughts as Lily begs for his attention. She needs him, but not as much as the wolf that prowls in her flesh.
Bryn Kemp’s nature and need fill his flesh…
Yet his true mate, the woman chosen for him, denies her destiny. His battle for her and his own pride must overcome her feisty rebellious streak.
Both men must fight for her in the throes of oncoming battle and she must make the right choice. A decision that will shape the war.
Lily was over the center console and in his lap, straddling him before he could protest. She settled in until she felt his
impressive bulge nestled against her sex. “We are wolf, Bryn. Back in the day, mating happened as young as thirteen. Modern rules fucked up our natural instincts and made us conform to proper rules of society. I’m a beast, you’re a beast. Based on your story, it seemed I mauled you pretty damned good myself.”She smiled at him. Leaning over, she brushed her lips over his, nipping at his bottom lip.
He groaned and grabbed hold of her hips.
She rocked against him. Her wetness begged to take his erection.
“You’re going to kill me, little wolf.”
She grinned against his lips and that was it. His fingers slid up her back and into her hair. He fisted a handful and pulled her down against his mouth. There was nothing sweet and loving about this kiss. It was primal and aggressive. Their lips brushed one another as they assaulted one another. They kissed as if they would never kiss again. Tongues danced with one another. Lily caressed the tip of her tongue against the roof of his mouth.
Bryn snarled and his other hand wound around her waist as he pulled her in tight. His fingers dug into her soft skin. “I’m going to fuck you, Lily. I’m going to shove inside you so deep…you won’t know where I begin and you end.”
She moaned and jerked her hips. Lily was breathless and starving. “Promises, promises.”
“We have to get Lizzie, we aren’t safe in the open,” he spoke against her neck. His lips were hot, his tongue like a wet tease.
“Fuck Lizzie, I need my mate.”
“You have me, but I don’t want to mate you in a fucking car, Lily.”
She giggled and quickly clamped her mouth shut at the girlie sound.
Bryn pushed her back a bit until she rested against the steering wheel. He reached between them and cupped her covered mound. The heel of his hand rubbed against her sensitive flesh. “Fuck, you’re responsive. Sensitive all over.” He pushed harder and she whimpered. “That’s it, rock against my hand.”
She locked gazes with him. Both of them were close to shifting. Amber eyes bled into her gold hues.
He pressed his thumb through the seam of her pants in just the right spot.
“I remember this.” It hit her just right and she screamed, tossing her head back.
“You’re so wet when you’re aroused. By the moon, I want to taste you all day.”
In answer to his naughty promises, she started to ride his thumb. She was panting, whimpering.
“Come, little wolf. Come for your mate!”
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