“This is where I will tame you, my pet.”
Fuck. That. Aria didn’t know what he meant by taming her. She didn’t know why he kept calling her pet. All she knew was that she was going to resist him with everything she had.
“No!” She kicked him as hard as she could, catching him in the knee with a blow that would have made most men crumble. He didn’t even flinch. His grip on her remained strong as he wrapped her in his arms and carried her quite literally kicking and screaming up into the cell.
Once he had her inside the bars, and the door slammed closed behind them, he took to her flight suit with his teeth. She watched in horror as his mouth descended near her collar and he took a bite of the heavy fabric then pulled back, tearing her clothing apart as easily as she could have shredded tissue paper.
Aria was reminded again that these dragons looked human in their human form, but they were anything but human. The power this creature had at his disposal was frightening. Her flight suit fell to the floor in tatters, looping around her boots. He reached out, ran one finger down her squirming chest, and hooked it in the front of her bra. One little tug sheared the garment from her body and let her full breasts hang free.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “You humans are so stunning, but so very soft.”
He ran his palm over the sensitive curve of her flesh, cupping her breast. His touch was hot, his skin had a strange texture to it, as if it were much thicker and stronger. Closer to leather than skin.
Aria brought her knee up sharply. It made hard contact with his solar plexus, and if she had done that to a man, he would have bent double. This dragon barely registered her complaint. He put one hand on the back of her neck and held her firmly enough to make her gasp.
“Settle, pet,” he drawled. “You don’t want to be punished so soon, I can promise you that.”
His fingertip slid lightly over her stomach and found the hem of her panties. Blue silk with little purple hearts on them. Not exactly regulation, but Aria liked to feel a little bit feminine.
“Pretty,” he murmured. “But I think what is beneath them will be prettier still.”
He brought his finger down the middle of the panties and they fell away from it as if they had been seared. He was manipulating temperature somehow, and in very small locations. The result was an ability to go through almost anything. The silk of her panties was certainly no match for it.
They fell just like the rest of her clothing, ending up in a silken pool around her feet.
“Take the shoes off, pet,” he ordered. “I want to see you completely naked.”
“No!” Aria refused bravely. “I will not be complicit in your torture.”
“This is not torture,” he laughed. “This is preparation for your new life. I have been watching you humans for some time. You hide away when you are naked. Why? Because you are vulnerable. All of you. You are soft, and delicate, and even the thought of being seen for what you truly are is too difficult for you to bear.”
Aria was reduced to silence again. This lizard was smart. He was getting to know his prey, and he was learning fast.
“With me, you will always be naked. So remove your foot coverings, my little human pet, and we will see you for what you are.”
Her resistance took the form of a sullen silence, a refusal to move at all. The dragon solved that problem by lifting her arms up and attaching shackles to her wrists. She found herself with her arms raised high above her head, her body stretched by the position, every part of it more exposed than it had been before.
“Beautiful,” he murmured again, running his warm, strong palm down the sway of her back and the flare of her hip. “You are so like us in our wingless form, and yet you are so very tender, so very soft. It is a wonder you have survived at all.”
He slapped her bottom lightly, then slid down her frame to remove her socks and her boots. She would have kicked him in the face, but he was wise to her aggressive attempts to hurt him and he kept the remains of her flight suit around her feet, effectively hobbling her. Once the last vestiges of clothing were gone, he closed the lower shackles around her feet. They were heavy around her ankles, hardly comfortable, but that was likely the point.
The dragon kicked her clothing into a pile, took a deep breath, and snapped his fingers in front of his mouth. The result was a plume of bright flame, much like the effect one might get from a lighter and a can of hairspray. Her clothes caught alight immediately and were soon reduced to a smoldering heap at the edge of the cage.
“There,” he said, turning back to her. “Now you can no longer pretend that you are anything other than a soft human at the mercy of a much more powerful creature. The shackles will remind you of your place. They will tell you that you are owned when you try to tell yourself that you are free.”
“Asshole,” Aria hissed.
“Do not worry, pet,” he said in soft tones that utterly failed to soothe her. “Once you are domesticated, I will have no need of chains for you. You will know you are mine with every breath you take.”
When her plane goes down near the front line of the ongoing war between humans and dragons, Aria comes face to face with one of the enemy, and then the terrible beast transforms before her eyes into a huge, devastatingly handsome man. Taken captive and brought back to the dragon’s lair, she quickly discovers that he intends to keep her as not only his prisoner, but his pet.
Her captor wastes no time in stripping her bare, placing a collar around her neck, and putting her shamefully on display. Aria’s attempts to escape are sternly punished, but even with her cheeks blushing and her bottom burning both inside and out, she cannot hide her helpless arousal as her new master takes her hard and thoroughly, enjoying her beautiful body in every way he pleases.
After she learns the truth about the cause of the war, Aria is forced to question everything she was taught, and soon her former enemy has claimed her heart as completely as he has conquered her body. But when the need arises, will she do what she must to protect the one she loves, even if it means being branded a traitor to her own kind?