Sabrina gasped as he separated her vertical lips with his fingers and dug into her wetness. He growled in approval while stroking her tender flesh. She was sopping wet. Sabrina whimpered as his callused fingertips rubbed against her delicate meat. Her stomach fluttered everytime those bumpy small crusts on his fingepads grazed her pussy. His ministration began to turn rough, muddling her senses."I love how wet you are for me," he rasped while drilling holes into her misty eyes. Sabrina opened her mouth to answer but only could manage a moan when his thick middle finger dipped into her core all of a sudden."Aaahhh," she moaned lowly and fell on her back. Eyes half closed, rosy lips parted, and slender legs open. He pounded her sweet honey cave again and again, causing a squelching noise to dominate the air. She felt his fingers delving deeper. Her tender muscles contracted around him but he kept thrusting through that. He was mesmerised by her dazed expression. She looked so vulnera
"Elizah," Sabrina screamed in absolute horror. She wasn't able to feel anything but blind panic. His muscles were strained awfully, the veins bulged dangerously from the surface. He looked so much in pain. In so much agony. Tears washed done her eyes as she watched him twisting in pain. No, she can't lose him. She won't let anything happen to him. "You..you please hold on..I'll get someone for help...I'll be back soon," she stuttered and shot to her feet. Slipping into her clothes, she opened the door and rushed outside for help. It was after midnight and the village was as quiet as dead. Not a single soul was in sight. The huts were enshrouded in darkness. She felt so helpless and scared. Only her sobs pierced through the air. She ran towards Kyra's place, nothing mattered. Not the pain between her legs nor the pebbles and thorns pricking her bare feet. The terror had numbed her to everything else. She hastily wiped away her tears when she reached their hut and began to slap the
Her eyes were wide open. Sabrina was frozen to her spot. Her blue orbs reflecting the golden of flame as the beast in front of her breathed a flood of fire into the sky. The fire lightened up the village for a moment before darkness engulfed it again. Sabrina didn't know what to think. Only one thing could explain this all. She was dreaming. The only logical explanation she could think of. For there was no way Elizah could turn into a dragon. A dragon? How? Her breath hitched when the scaly dragon whipped his head in her direction. Her bones turned to jelly as the monster locked his gaze with her. He craned his face closer. One huff of breath and she would be burnt to ashes. Sabrina felt tears of terror pooling in her eyes as his golden orbs appraised her. There was a hint of danger in them. She wanted her Elizah. Where was he? She was scared. Sabrina had never seen a dragon from this close. Never in her life she had locked eyes with one. Just like everyone, she was clueless about
Elizah woke up to a painful pounding in his head. "Aah," he groaned and slowly opened his eyes. His lid parted to a worn out ceiling with cobwebs. He blinked twice to clear his vision. "Oh My Goddess....how do you feel, Elizah?" Sabrina's beautiful face popped into his vision. Her vivid blue eyes had become dull with concern but right now they had a little sparkle in them. "Mate," he said inwardly. He could smell her scent. Freesia and Vanilla. She smelled like spring, like life. Fresh and Soothing. Electricity pulsed through his veins when she placed her palm on his cheek. The tingles caught him of guard. It was too intense for his weak body but he wanted to keep feeling it. Sabrina smiled as she looked down at him with boundless affection."You scared me," she whispered, smiling through her tears. She was hopeless. Only she knew how much she had suffered in the moments when he was not awake. "Mate," Elizah croaked out, catching her offguard. The way her eyes rounded was a sig
"Late King Kaida?" Sabrina gasped, blown by the revelation. She had heard about the King Kaida, the glorious sun of dragons. Every child even in the werewolf kingdom knew his tales of heroism and prowess. As fierce as he was on the battleground, the King was equally compassionate and just for his subjects. The king had once sent his brother and current dragon king into 2 years of exile only for misbehaving with a peasent woman. He didn't care if the perpetrator was from his family, the punishment was same for everyone and that's what made him the best ruler to bejewel the sun throne till now. Elizah was too shocked to even form words. This strange woman had turned his life upside down by just few words. The woman with violet eyes smirked in reponse. These two kids were living an ignorant life till now. "King Kayda was on his way to crush the uprising in Hobuki tribal, a werewolf community, when he was caught offguard by a deadly bear. The King succeeded in killing the beast b
The air in the room heated up with tension at the woman's confession. Despite the severity of her confession, the woman looked distubingly calm and collected. Elizah, on the other hand, was boiling on the inside. Sabrina felt fury rolling off of him in waves. She put her hand over his clenching fist to soothe his anger. "Why are you here?" Sabrina demanded, her eyes narrowed both in rage and suspicion. The witch kept her gaze on Elizah whose face was flushing in rage. "Don't get me wrong. I am also a victim of Alpha King just like you," Witch disclosed, holding his gaze. "How?" his voice came out thick with suppressed rage. Witch let a rueful smile claim her thin lips. "That bastard held my family hostage and forced me to lock in your power," a hint of hatred seeped into her expression as she explained. The fire of vengeance burned bright in her orbs. "We both have the same enemy. I want revenge just like you," witch made her intention known. She had come to negotiate. "A
The sun beat down on them as they rode their way to an unknown place. They had bid farewell to the tribe at daybreak and set off towards their next destination.Overnight everything had changed for Elizah. The revelation of his true identity was life-altering for him. Now his only purpose was to wreak vengeance on all those who slaughtered his family without an ounce of mercy. He will wipe those vermins out and establish his dominance. They wanted power. He will show them what power is. Marcus should have killed him while he could.It was him against the world now. If anyone dared to come between him and his goal, he will destroy their very existence.He glanced at his mate who was wiping at her forehead. Beads of sweat bejeweled her face, her features were twisted in exhaustion and still she was the most beautiful woman for him. His only anchor was this woman, Sabrina. His support system, his life line. This whole damn world can go to hell and he wouldn't care as long as he had her
The training Herons made Elizah undergo could only be described as unrelenting. From the dusk till dawn, Elizah was training. According to the former war-chief, they had no time to spare. The time was upon them and they had to seize the opprotunity before it slipped past them. Elizah was equally keen on training. He fought the blistering heat, the furious rain, the raging storm, and continued to train. It wasn't an easy feat, far from it. The worst part of it all was the shifting and learning to fly. Shifting required a lot of strength. His whole body would suffer the impact. His insides scorched, bones ached everytime he shifted. But despite all the pain and suffering, he soldiered on. He was hell bent on bringing hell upon those who ruptured his family like some toy.It wasn't just his training but Sabrina's too. Every night he returned home with new bruises. She would tend to them after their meal and he would fall asleep in her arms. This had become a routine. Even though they w