The Dragonian’s Witch
Meg Xuemei X
(The First Witch, #1)
Publication date: June 12th 2017
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
He abducts me to find his fated mate, unaware that I am she.
I am Freyja, the First Witch. I was born with a cruel curse: anyone I touch with my bare skin will die an agonizing death. That is, until a formidable, drop-dead gorgeous Dragonian prince invades my forest home.
The prince’s lust burns hot and bright for me, yet he resists, wanting his destined witch more. The oracle promises the witch will be his true queen and bring him the greatest kingdom on Earth. Knowing he’s the only man who can touch me, I crave his scorching caress. But I’ve sworn never to reveal that I am the witch. Not until he chooses me above her.
When the mating frenzy drives both of us to the brink of insanity, someone has to give, but it won’t be me.
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SNEAK PREVIEW:
I surveyed the surroundings. If I escaped into the woods, Lucas would find me. The shifter’s nose had to be as good as my wolves’. That was why Ares had brought him along. I wondered what his animal was. Judging from his size, he could be a white lion or a bear.
If I escaped to the plains, the guardians would spot me. They weren’t in league with me yet. If Ares caught me running away, he would chain me for the rest of the trip.
“Why are we stopping here, Ares?” the horned Dragonian asked.
“Freyja needs a bath,” Ares said with irritation.
“The wolf girl?” the horned one asked. “And you let her have her way? We need to be on our way. We’ve wasted enough time just tracking her.”
Ares snarled. “I’ll decide what we need or don’t need.”
The others gathered around in the clearing, sitting on the rocks. Some of them took off their boots with satisfied groans.
That was exactly what I’d planned for them to do—to get in the water with me. Over four months on the road, rushing from one place to another to look for me, they had to be desperate for the feel of a warm woman. When they saw me naked, their needs would be raging. And when they came for me, they’d get what they deserved.
I would soon be reunited with my pack.
I removed my gloves, kicked off my boots, and dropped my cloak. I breathed in the fresh, damp air. The lake smelled different from the hot spring in my forest, but its earthy scent blending with the sweet honeysuckle was equally pleasant.
What would come next might not be as pleasant, but I had to gain back my freedom.
Within seconds, I was clad in only my undergarments. My skin prickled with exhilaration as it met the clean air.
Ares cleared his throat to remind me of my modesty. If he was so concerned about my decency, why wasn’t he turning around as well?
His men stopped what they were doing and stared at me.
I slowly pulled the last of my garments over my head and lazily stretched my limbs. My bountiful breasts and perky, red nipples were generous for every eye to see and appreciate.
As I twisted my torso for another long stretch and bent down, I saw the men’s jaws drop in shock. Yet none of them moved their heated gaze from me.
I straightened and turned away from them, my fingers on the top lines of my panties, ready to pull it off my long, toned legs.
“Freyja!” Ares shouted.
I wheeled toward him. “What?” I asked innocently.
“Turn around!” he roared at his men. “Don’t fucking look at her if you want your fucking eyes stay in their sockets!”
Of course, they wanted their eyes staying in their sockets. The men obeyed, though slowly.
Wonderful! Ares—the prude—had just sabotaged my perfect plan.
But he wasn’t that prudent since he himself hadn’t turned around. His gaze, heated, dark, and furious, locked with mine. I tilted my head in challenge. What’s the harm in having a look? You’re looking.
His gaze dipped lower to my breasts, then lower—I’d pulled my panties half an inch down. When he tore his eyes from my body and stayed on my face by sheer will, a sudden fire of possessiveness leapt in them, turning his irises deeply molten gold.
“Stop what you’re doing,” he said, his voice hoarse as if he hadn’t spoken for a while.
“Why?” I asked.
“Shouldn’t you cover yourself?” He seemed incredulous at my innocent question.
“But I’m going to have a bath,” I said. “Who bathes with their clothes on?”
“There are men around!” he said. “You can’t go traipsing around naked in the wilderness.”
“Why do you think I even consider any of them, or you,” I asked, “a man? Haven’t you seen a naked woman before? I’m sure your men need to wash themselves, too. Their smell, yours included, nearly choked me half to death from a mile away.”
Actually he smelled really good.
I heard someone chuckle. Ares growled nastily and the chuckles died off immediately.
“It’s a big lake,” I said with a small shrug. “There’s plenty of room for all of us.”
“Like hell I’ll let them share the lake with you naked,” he said. “There’re social rules.”
“But you just said we’re in the wilderness,” I said, putting confusion into my voice. “Who’s going to govern the rules?”
“I am,” he said. Then he yelled at the men. “Go patrol the perimeter and don’t look this way.”
The men picked up their weapons and slowly scattered.
“Are you sending them away so you can get into the lake with me alone?” I asked.
“No, I’m not getting in the lake with you,” he said. “But I’ll watch you. If you think you’re clever enough to pull this stunt and slip away, think twice. So far, I’ve been courteous. But if you keep causing trouble, you’ll force my hand. Then I’ll have to get rough with you and tie you up and drag you behind me. I don’t care that Ventus has taken a liking to you. Just remember, his fealty is always to me.”
I pulled my panties off and tossed it on top of the pile of my clothes. Dark fire leapt in his eyes and his gaze drifted down toward the valley between my thighs. He wanted me. He wanted me badly. He looked like he was ready to stalk toward me.
Did I really want him to die? My body tensed at the thought.
Ares inhaled sharply, his knuckles turning white on his sides, but he didn’t move toward me.
“Earth,” I said, walking toward the lake. “All this drama over a bath.”
“By undressing yourself like that in front of my men,” he spat, “you put yourself in danger and them in a tough spot. If any of them loses control and touches you, I would have to punish them severely.”
“What about you?” I asked over my shoulder, my bare feet hitting the cool water.
“I have enough self-control,” he snarled.
“Right, I’ve learned it the hard way,” I said, intentionally dipping my gaze down at the bulge at his groin covered by his sculpted armor.
His eyes glittered with amber fire. “You’re now my responsibility, Freyja,” he said. “I have to guarantee that you’re well treated and unharmed until the day you’re allowed to go your way.”
“I’m so touched,” I said.
Obviously, he didn’t like my tone since he was probably expecting my gratitude. His next words were full of acid. “You have no problem getting completely naked but flustered at my hard-on,” he asked. “Why is that?”
“You go figure it out.” I brushed him off, knowing that would irk him more.
When I sent him one last glance filled with disdain, I caught such ravenous hunger in his eyes that the heat pooled within my belly again.
Author Bio:
Meg Xuemei X is an award-winning author of steamy paranormal and sci-fi romance. She finds it dreamingly delightful to be around drop-dead gorgeous alpha males who are forever tormented by her feisty heroines, formidable alien angels, wild shifters, haughty fey, dark vampires, and cunning witches.
She’s visited the universe of The Empress of Mysth, The First Witch, and Dark Chemistry. Next she’ll boldly go to the badland of The Wickedest Witch. At this moment, in her southern California abode, she’s packing as many forbidden weapons as she can carry. Her favorite one was a magical whip.
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