Page 34 of Breaking Briar

His love bursts in my chest, leaving me nearly breathless. So much pain and hurt lay between us from both of our actions. But maybe this is the way to mend things once and for all. But before I can truly allow my mind and body to be free, there is another matter which holds my concern.

“Why have you not revealed yourselves to be dragons before now? I have seen Devlin as I grew up and didn’t know.”

The two share a look before Celestina sighs and shakes her head. “Life was not easy or simple, Your Highness. Our kind were hunted until near extermination. Those you see in this village are the last of our kind. Master Balcom was our king by birth and merit. Now King Philip has taken his place.”

Sorrow lances through my heart as I mull over her words. “And his mother?”

Isobel lowers her gaze to the floor. “The good queen was kind to us and loved us as if we were her family. The dragon in Master Balcom recognized her as his. But he never bonded with her. They shared their life as two separate people passing by each other, stealing moments when they could. I and several other servants did our best to make their meetings happen. It wasn’t easy, but we helped as we could.”

With a soft smile, Celestina takes my hand and squeezes it tightly. “You are our queen now. Such sad thoughts shouldn’t plague you. Not when you have a dragon to woo. Enough sorrow and blood have tainted this land. Put these musings far from you. We know you to be kind and true.”

My heart pounds in my chest as I look at my new friends, a familial love blossoming as we embrace. Though my mother is no longer with me and my father, or rather what’s left of him, lies scattered upon the ruins of the kingdom of Godwin, I don’t feel so alone.

* * *

Philip steps into the bedroom, his brows knit with concern. It’s no surprise, seeing as I’ve been keeping my side of the bond silent. As he comes over to me, he growls as he takes me in his arms.

“Well, wife, how have you occupied your day?”

Now that I’ve spoken with my new friends and purged the sorrow from my heart and mind, I can greet my husband with a smile. Smothering a giggle, I lean up and kiss him softly before leading him over to the tapestry. I say nothing as I pull it back and open the door, revealing the room to him. After meeting with Celestina and Isobel, I’ve spent hours cleaning and polishing things, making it fit for a dragon king.

He drops my hand and walks about the space, his eyes widening. “Is this what I think it is?”

“Yes. And I was hoping you’d do me the honor of breaking it in with me?” I detest the tremor to my voice, but I can’t seem to keep my emotions out of the conversation.

Unfortunately, Philip misunderstands. “You do not have to force yourself, my love. I am fine with what we have.”

“But I am not. I want you, Philip. All of you. The man and the dragon.” His eyes turn molten as he stares me down. “Love me, Philip. Love me with all of you.”

Striding over, he slides his hand up the back of my head and kisses me hard. My breath stills in my throat as he ravages me, forcing my lips to part as his tongue sweeps in. After several moments, he pulls away and drops his hands to his armor.

“Last chance, my little Briar. Once I release the dragon, you will be his plaything. I cannot guarantee he won’t break you.”

Emboldened by his haggard breathing and the lust I feel pouring through the bond, I undo the clasp to my dress at the nape of my neck and let the fabric puddle at my feet.

“Break me, Dragon King. I beg you.”

“Up on the dais,” he hisses, his tongue already elongating.

I scramble up and rest my back against the cool surface. From here, I see everything. Philip slowly strips, teasing me with each piece of clothing he removes. Once he’s naked, his body erupts into movement. Scales explode over his skin as the dragon takes over.

The beast is massive, filling most of the room. Compared to him, the sex throne seems small, as if it won’t hold him. For the first time since concocting this idea, fear winds its way into my heart. From the bond, I feel Philip there, soothing me as the dragon prowls forward.

It’s as if both are here with me—the human to give me comfort, and the dragon to ravage me. In front, the dragon snorts out a bit of flame, warming the space. Despite my unease, arousal gathers lower as my body aches with need.

That’s it, my little wanton, Philip whispers in my mind. Give in to us. Spread your legs so we can see your pretty little cunt. You’re so wet for the dragon right now, aren’t you? Don’t even think of lying. Through his eyes, I can see how you glisten.

The dragon rises, putting his weight up onto the metal arms. They don’t even creak or groan. They hold still, not allowing him to crush me. My breath flows out in a whoosh, allowing me to finally relax. My legs drop to the side as I spread them wide, placing my feet in the hollowed-out spots.

God, you’re soaking. Such a good queen to open her body up to me like this. We’re going to fuck you so good, my little Briar. Just relax and breathe.

His dirty words bolster my courage as I force my back to rest against the surface. However, the moment I look down between my legs, I jump back, pulling my legs up with me. The cock is massive, far bigger than anything I’d be able to take.

But the dragon doesn’t care. His scaly claw grips my ankle and tugs me forward. In my mind, Philip tries to soothe me, but I’m too frightened. Bending low, the dragon nudges my pussy with his snout, maneuvering me into position. With his other claw, he grabs my other leg, spreading me open for his tongue.

Poor, frightened little thing, Philip murmurs in my mind. I thought this is what you wanted. To be at the mercy of my beast. I warned you, little Briar. Now be a good girl and relax for my dragon. Let him make you feel so fucking good. Because know this, he is going to fuck you. And you’re going to let him.

My eyes widen as the dragon leans back in, his tongue sliding over my skin. First, he wraps the tip around my nipple, squeezing hard. Pleasure explodes over my body, blocking the fear for a moment.