Medieval Dragon Shifters

By CS Sax

It is a time of legend, a time of gallant knights, fearless ladies and mythical beings, a time when dragons rule the land. Primitive, possessive, deadly, these dragons have a secret—they’re also the human-appearing rulers of their kingdoms.

Dragon-shifting warriors court their fated mates in three tales of adventure, magic and passion.

The Spare (The Black Dragon) – Taja dreams every night of a great scarred dragon. She is stunned when, one morning, her dragon-shifting lord arrives at her father’s castle, intent on claiming her forever.

Dragon Games (The Golden Dragon) – Sabine wants to wed a serious, constant lord. She is in love with a teasing, laughing dragon warrior.

Dragon Fire (The Red Dragon) – Trinia must compete against an ancient prophecy to claim her dragon warrior’s heart.

Claim your inner dragon. Escape into a medieval fantasy world with these lunch-hour-length romances.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CS Sax
• Release date: Sep 22, 2020
• ISBN: 9781987971361

CS Sax

C.S. Sax is the not-so-secret identity of a USA Today Bestselling Author. Under this identity, she writes fun and steamy short stories.Every story is a romance with the expected romance ending and can be read on their own. These lunch-hour-length reads are bundled by their shared worlds into collections

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The Spare

Chapter One

Taja dreamed of dragons.

More specifically, she dreamed of a scarred black dragon, a beast who sought to ravish her, making her want, need, crave.

This night was no different. She glimpsed the great dragon lumbering toward her, his wings spread wide, and her body trembled with anticipation. Fire glowed in his eyes, heating her to her core. His mouth was slightly open, revealing sharp teeth. With one snap of his jaws, he could end her life.

But he wouldn’t do that. She was safe with her dragon. He would never hurt her. She’d known that since she turned eighteen and had first dreamed of him. He was her beast and he would safeguard her.

Please her.

Smoke drifted between them. When it cleared, the dragon was gone. In its place, there was a man. He strolled in her direction, clad only in black leather breeches, his powerful chest crisscrossed with scars.

You are here. Taja’s words were muted. There was never any sound in her dreams. The silence was eerie.

Her dragon lord, however, seemed to understand her. He bent his head, capturing her lips. His mouth was firm and heated and demanding. He tasted of smoke and man. His nostrils flared. His breath blew hot against her cheeks.

He ran his rough hands down her back, handling her as though she was frail and precious, seeing her the way she never thought she wanted to be seen.

Taja touched him greedily. She traced the scar on his face running from his left eye to his chin. He was battle worn and she liked that. His primitive countenance appealed to her.

She must have appealed to him also. His dark-eyed gaze lit with an inner fire. He brushed his fingertips against her face and neck and arms, nudged at the straps of her chemise, slipping them down her shoulders.

The cool night air swept along her bared chest, stroking her with invisible fingers. She shivered with delight and her nipples grew taut.

The dragon warrior smiled slowly, his eyes glimmering. Her breath caught at the unusual sight. Her dream male was normally grim.

He cupped her right breast with his left hand, his grip on her possessive. She gasped. He swept his thumb over her skin and she arched her back, silently crying out with pleasure.

Her male was as stimulated as she was. His leather-constrained cock pressed against her mons. Would tonight be the night that he joined with her, the way she’d seen animals join with their mates?

He lowered her onto the ground unlike any other ground. The surface was soft like a featherbed beneath her.

His body covered hers. He skimmed his coarse fingertips along her form, touching her from her shoulder, over her breasts, to the curve of her hips.

She did the same to him, exploring his fit physique, tracing his scars from his cheeks to his breeches. The waistband blocked her path. Her bottom lip curled. She’d slid her hands over as much of his bare skin as she could access.

In a blink, his pants disappeared. She laughed without sound, surprised, pleased with that magic, and his almost black eyes glinted.

He rolled onto his back and folded his arms behind his head. His body was laid out for her to discover. She pressed her fingertips against the vein on his neck. His pulse throbbed against her skin, strong and insistent. She kissed the deep scar on his right shoulder. His stomach muscles rippled under her. She pinched his flat male nipples, fascinated by how they tightened. They were like hers yet not.

Taja moved down the length of her dream warrior, navigating his cascading abs, following the indents under his hip bones. His cock jutted proudly. She threaded her fingers through the short curls around his base, gripped him. He bobbed, his reaction encouraging her. She ran her hands up and down, up and down his shaft.

He felt like the softest silk over the hardest marble and that contrast fascinated her. Never having touched another naked man, she didn’t know if that was normal or it was a special characteristic of the warrior her mind had invented.

A bead of precum formed on his tip. She swiped her fingers over the glistening jewel. He thrust forward into her hand. Her dream man was losing control. She smiled, spread his essence down his cock, worked him some more.

He rocked his hips. She pumped him harder, faster.

Soon, that wasn’t enough. Not for him and not for her. As Taja pleasured her warrior with her hands, she licked him from the head of his cock to his base.

His body vibrated and his lips parted in a silent groan. She gently inhaled one of his balls, taking it into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue. His toes curled, his muscles flexing under him. She did the same with the other. His balls tightened, hugging his shaft.

He was edging closer to coming. She took him deep, filling her mouth with hard cock. His tip bumped against the back of her throat and he kicked out. She retreated and advanced once more, retreated and advanced.

Her warrior sank his fingers into her hair, pulling, pulling at the strands. Pinpricks of pain skittered across her skull and her excitement escalated. She dragged her lips over his shaft. He moved under her, her teeth grazed his sensitive skin and he bucked upward, his mouth opening. Hot cum shot from his tip, filled her mouth.

She drank him down and rode his release. His body gyrated. More of his essence bombarded her. She swallowed and sucked, draining him dry.

He gradually became still. She licked him clean, savoring the taste of him. He pulled her upward, her curves gliding over his muscle, and he claimed her lips. Their tongues tangled, twined.

They rolled until she lay upon the soft ground and he was positioned above her. Her warrior treated her to a series of hard, short, passionate kisses. That sensory assault enflamed her desires, slowed as he reached her breasts. He circled first one, and then the other with his tongue, round and round, avoiding her nipples, much to her frustration. As he mouthed over her curves, he folded his right hand over her mons, declaring ownership of that terrain also.

He stroked his fingertips over her pussy lips. She was embarrassingly wet, was dripping with passion, but her dragon warrior didn’t seem to mind.

If anything, this excited him more. He entered her with one finger, stretching her open. During their first dream encounters, the tightness, the slight hurt had alarmed her but now she yearned for the feel of him inside her. It was right, was meant to be.

Her dragon lord withdrew his finger, thrust into her, withdrew his finger, thrust into her. With each invasion of her form, he swiped against her clit, brushing his thumb against that sensitive place on her.

Taja closed her eyes. It was building, that wonderful pressure he’d taught her to crave. She lifted into his hand, chasing that pleasure. He added another finger, filling her further, all the while sucking her breast.

As his rhythm increased, so did the pressure of his mouth on her breast, pulling at her nipple. Need wound around her. Her breathing turned ragged.

She couldn’t…it was too much…she—

Her dream man drove his fingers into her, tapped her clit with his thumb, nipped at her breast with his sharp teeth. The triple ambush destroyed her. She screamed without sound, her body levitating off the ground, as bliss hit her from all directions, splintering her into a million pieces.

She writhed and shook and tried to break free. He constrained her, his arms, his chest forming a cage around her. Unable to escape him, not truly wanting to accomplish that feat, she collapsed.

Her warrior rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She sprawled on top of his big form. His chest heaved under her. His hands rested on her ass. His breath wafted against her hair.

She was safe and sated and protected.

Taja relaxed and rested her cheek against his left pecs. His heart beat loudly under her ear. It was a soothing sound.

Her eyelids lowered and darkness engulfed her.

Chapter Two

Taja woke at sunrise. Contentment layered over her, filling her with a languorous warmth.

Mayhap her father was right. Mayhap it was time for her to wed.

But the thought of touching any man other than her dream warrior didn’t appeal to her. She trusted her dragon warrior…with her body, her heart, her secrets.

He didn’t see her as merely a fellow warrior, as the spare heir, as the princess that many, including the kingdom’s king, believed should have been born a prince. Her man viewed her as a woman, as someone to be desired, rutted with, safeguarded.

But he was unfortunately a figment of her imagination. He wasn’t real.

She sighed and rose, stretching. Her muscles felt hard used, stiff as they sometimes did after a long ride. She ruthlessly twisted her long brown hair into a tight braid. The women of the castle would style it later.

Later. Ugh.

Taja’s lips flattened as she tugged up her breeches. It would be over a week before she could wear them again.

Her cousin Sabine had made her promise not to don the breeches while their guests were here. She was only to wear gowns in their presence.

Everyone called them her suitors. Taja pulled a tunic over her head. But they really weren’t hers.

They didn’t know her. The lords and princes and other notable men were coming to Erbin, courting her for the connections she had.

She was the spare, second in line to rule the kingdom after her older brother, the heir, their prince. That role, along with her impressive dowry, might be enough to convince a man to marry her.

But would he look at her?

Taja grabbed her crossbow and quiver, slipped out the bedroom door, down the stairs. She moved as silently as possible, not wanting to bring attention to her departure.

Her dragon warrior looked at her. And more. Her nipples tightened and her pussy became wet as she remembered all they had done during last night’s dream.

But his attraction, his need for her was due to him being a fantasy. He wasn’t real. Her mind had fabricated the ideal man, someone who lusted after her.

She wasn’t the kind of woman men desired.

Her training had been as a warrior. She had none of the softer skills required of a lady wife. The only sewing she did was of wounds. The only fire she tended was lit to the heads of her arrows. Submissiveness and flattery were talents she didn’t have.

She entered the stables, somewhere few ladies would voluntarily go.

Tortoise had already saddled her horse for her. Had a notion you were coming, my princess. No one knew why the elderly stable hand was called Tortoise, but that was the only name he used. Are you patrolling the Schattenhaft perimeter this morning?

Aye. Taja mounted in one fluid motion. We cannot be too safe. There had been rumbles of the Ubel Kingdom building an army.

I s'pose that border is as safe as any. Tortoise slapped her horse’s hindquarters.

She galloped out of the barn and away from the castle, toward Schattenhaft.

It was the safest of their borders. She suspected that was why she was given the responsibility for patrolling it.

Taja couldn’t pass that border.

Entering Schattenhaft was forbidden to everyone in the Kingdom of Erbin, even their princess. She lifted her face into the wind.

No one bothered Schattenhaft, and Schattenhaft bothered no one.

Those were the rules.

Grun, the Lord of Schattenhaft, sat at the head of the long table in his Great Hall.

His warriors, positioned to the left and right of him, broke their fast. They chattered about battle and horses and the best weapons to down wild boars.

Grun had already eaten. His dragon had hunted during the night.

After their encounter with their mysterious lady.

His cock stirred, pressing against his breeches. She had been enthusiastic and beautiful and so very soft. He sniffed the air. And he still smelled her.

He frowned, his dragon stirring. How was that possible?

Grun followed the scent to the gold platter set by his right hand. Missives were piled high on the surface. He sorted through them, waving one after another in front of his face, discarding them.

Finally, he located the source. Mercy. It smelled divine. He broke the seal, scanned the contents, noting the slanted handwriting. His lady was as impatient with her correspondence as she was with her ravishment.

That amused him.

Her scent almost undid him. He raised the parchment to his nose and breathed deeply. For years, he had looked for her. He had been certain she was in the North Country, the territory of his ancestors.

Instead, she had been waiting for him in the next kingdom, a short flight away. His mate, the one being he was destined to be with, had been that close to him.

He smiled.

My lord. Vafi, his number one man, put down his fork. His forehead wrinkled in concern.

It was the smile, Grun knew. He didn’t smile often, had no reason for mirth.

He would have reason to smile soon. He fanned himself with the invitation. Waves of her scent filled the room.

His dragon prowled around his confines. He smelled the sweetest, most exquisite and rare prey, wanted to pursue her.

The beast would have to wait…for a day.

Tomorrow, we set forth for Erbin. Grun made that announcement.

His men looked up from their morning meal.

Pasco, you and five others will go with me. He would protect his lady with his best warriors. Bring my tournament gear. He would impress her with his fighting skills also. Vafi, you are in charge of Schattenhaft. In my absence, we are on high alert.

That was standard procedure. Grun would monitor his territory from Erbin but he wanted someone trustworthy close by.

Erbin. His young squire’s voice squeaked. He was a youth, didn’t yet have the training to hide his surprise. We are at war with Erbin, my lord?

There will be no war. Grun’s grin widened. We go to Erbin for a tournament and a ball.

His men looked as stunned as he felt.

He had finally found her. Tomorrow, I will meet your new lady, my new bride.

Grun would woo her, seduce her, claim her. Forever.

Awareness swept over him and his dragon bellowed inside him.

Nay. Grun stood.

He was unable to remain seated. His nose twitched. His senses were on overload.

His mate was in his territory.

His dragon clawed at his restraints. It took all of Grun’s tremendous power to fight the change. It threatened to overcome him.

And he had to battle it. Getting out of the Great Hall in dragon form was hellishly difficult. His beast would become frustrated, desperate.

Men, his warriors would