Page 16 of The Soul of the Dragon

"No!" I screamed, squirming. "Let me go."

"Not happening. You ran, and I won fair and square."

"This isn't a stupid contest. This is life and death." I fought against his hold to no avail. He gripped me hard and there would be no getting away again.

"Then you shouldn't have run. My dragon took it as a challenge and now he wants his prize."

My blood froze at the same time heat exploded between my legs and naked images of our bodies intertwined together filled my head. His dragon was a perverted beast. What in the hell was actually happening?

"Your dragon can go to hell!" I spat.

A low rumble transferred from his chest into my back and my entire body vibrated from it, including my nipples.

"Eventually we both will, but not today. Today I can do whatever I want, and you, little beast, are just a means to an end."

"You are a horrible creature." I swung my arm, but again he moved quickly, and he caught my fist in his massive hand an inch before it connected with his cheek.

"At least we agree on something. I'm horrible and you're a beast." He grabbed my second hand before I could use it to attack him next and he pinned them behind my back. Before I could kick, scream or any damned thing, he had my hands secured with rope and a smug smile on his face.

"There." He grinned. "That's more like it."

ChapterFive

Isaac

In the ten seconds it had taken me to tie her dangerous little hands behind her, I'd touched her in places I shouldn't have. I'd felt the swell of her small breasts brush against my arms, the indentation of her waist as I'd wrapped around her to fasten her bindings and even the generous swell of her hips as they'd pressed into my groin as she fought.

And it was ten seconds too long.

Because that's how long it took me to realize why she smelled so good when I first picked up her scent inside of her bedroom back at the palace. She smelled like an omega.

Was that even possible? I knew jack all about fae and their physiology.

However, if I was right, that knowledge gave me an instant understanding of why the King wanted her so badly. Although her story of him wanting to make her his queen didn't quite ring true. If that were the case, he would have come for her himself. He would not have risked sending an Alpha dragon out to find her and claiming her for himself.

I nearly reared back at that thought. I was not here to claim a mate. They were far too much trouble. I'd picked a fight with my twin over his because he'd taken her from me, and that had nearly gotten us both killed. And it had caused a rift between us that would likely last an eternity. If that didn't, our father's death surely would.

"What have you done?" she screeched. "I demand you untie me this second."

I lifted my brow and a second before I started to tell little miss princess what I thought of her request, I remembered the name she'd so freely given. Kitra. Of all the names she could have possessed. She was literally named the crowned one. I knew because it was my grandmama's name, my father’s mother.

I looked to the heaven's and silently cursed the fates. If they thought this was some kind of joke, I wasn't laughing.

"Little beasts need to learn their manners. So until you've proven you can be trusted, I'll keep you just as you are."

"Bastard," she seethed, kicking out her leg giving me barely enough time to turn and protect myself. She had quite the mean streak, which didn't coincide with what I thought an omega should be. Submissive. Compliant.

I sighed. Willful and disobedient also worked. It meant there'd be an opportunity to break her...

Another growl rumbled through my chest.

"I'm not above meting out discipline if that's what it takes."

Her eyes widened. "You wouldn't dare. The king would have your head for such a thing."

"Would he? Or would he thank me if I broke that feisty spirit and returned a woman capable of being queen at his side?" Maybe that's exactly what he sent me for.Find her, tame her, return her…

The anger she shot in my direction heated the space between us so much, I half expected one or both of us to spontaneously combust. I certainly felt like I could. But most of that came from the dragon. He thought he had a mind of his own, and he was ready to stake a claim.

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