Princess Tattiena: Steamy Royal Tales of Dragon Riders, #1

By Tamsin Baker

I dream of the man who would be King.
But for me, he's forbidden.
Prince Leonide — A fearless warrior.
His kingdom depends on him to survive.
I fantasize about him every single night.
His strong arms.
Those deep piercing eyes.
He's the alpha male I can't resist.
And me?
I'm a princess.
The last dragon rider of Limea.
My city's only hope against the enemies.
Leonide says he wants me.
That we're fated to be together.
But I can't afford to get pregnant.
We need to save our kingdoms.
There will be bloodshed.
Lost love and hope.
Are we too unlikely to ever unite?

Leo and Tattiena must fight together to save their kingdoms, and their lineages. But should peace return,will they ever find a way to be together?

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*** WARNING : This is a super sexy romance. Only read this if you are an adult and if these themes do not offend you!

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tamsin Baker
• Release date: Jul 24, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386738022

Tamsin Baker

Tamsin Baker loves everything erotic. Her books can be long, short and everything in between, but they’ll all be fast paced with snappy dialogue and lots of sex. No Tamsin Baker book is the same except there won’t be a lot of angst in as she wants her books to be everything that a fictional world can be- full of happy ever afters, dirty words and sweet love. ‘Love is love’ and she tries to show that in a range of sub genre’s, from m/m contemporary to paranormal ménage. She has a need to shock people and bring up embarrassing topics at the most inappropriate times.

Book preview

Contents Page:

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 4.

Chapter 5.

Chapter 6.

Chapter 7.

Chapter 8.

Chapter 1.

Just like the flames of Tattiena’s Dragon’s breath, fire whirled around her. Inside and out. Her dreams had taunted her for months, but even as she fought their sensual pull with all her strength, they grew in power.

This night was no exception.

Shudders coursed through her body.

A moan rolled from her lips.

The cold touch of the marble bench against her breasts aroused her to even greater heights. She pressed her palms and face closer to the cold surface, allowing parts of her burning body some relief.

The grunting, face-less man behind her pulled away, leaving her empty.

More. Please more.

New, rough hands grabbed her hips, nudged her swollen, lips open with the spear shaped head, then thrust inside. Hard.

Argh! She called out as her walls clamped down on him, welcoming his thrusts. She began to pant, feeling him grow harder. Tendrils of heat and desire swirled and grew inside of her.

His moans became louder, his warrior body moving harder and faster. His thighs slapped against hers, making her curl her fingers against the marble.

Her nipples tightened and she squeezed her eyes shut as her body shivered in excitement, ready for the release to come.

First his, then hers.

His movements became more jerky and she gasped, her stomach fluttering with need. His cry rang out in the room around her as he thrust once more into her, his seed flooding her womb. His release called on her own, her insatiable body milking him of every last drop of seed.

He fell onto her back for a moment, his sweaty chest dripping onto her burning skin in a rare moment of intimacy, and then he too stepped away.

Her core ached. She needed more.

The next man stepped up and she...

Tattiena came awake on a violent wave of shudders. The sensations ploughed into her like Dragon’s breath, heat exploding over her body in wave after wave of delight. She screamed out her unwilling pleasure and rolled onto her side, curling into a ball to ride out the powerful pulses still clenching inside her womb.

As they began to subside she uncurled her body, her tingling pussy mocking her. She squeezed her hands into tight fists, a frustrated cry replacing the screams of pleasure.

The dreams were getting worse, and no amount of praying was making them any better. She’d have to speak to the healer.

Gah. She sat up and swung her legs off her bed. It was time to get up before her mind threw up any more of those torturous images. She tugged at her silk night gown as she walked through her personal quarters.

As the Dragon rider, and because of her relationship with the King, she lived within the castle walls away from the rest of the royal family.

Plush carpet cushioned her feet, reminding her of the expensive lifestyle she lived within her father’s castle. Yet, she would much prefer to be in the stables with her one and only love.

Nargoya.

Tattiena tugged the wispy material from her body with difficulty, the sweat on her skin clinging to the silk.

Ripping resounded in the large bathroom as she removed it with a yank, then turned on the water facilities with a push of a button.

She’d lived in the castle since her mother’s death, over twenty years ago now. The tech knew what water temperature she liked, though that sort of intelligence in a machine baffled her.

She stepped beneath the spray, hissing out her breath as the hot water cascaded over her overly sensitive skin. Her nipples peaked, her pussy pulsed, and yet she refused to give in to such basic urges.

She was in control of her destiny, not some stupid heat in her blood. Nothing and nobody was going to make her mate with any damn...man.

No fricken way.

She poured some flower gel into her palm and scrubbed her long hair. She’d cut it all off if she was allowed, but the stupid elders liked her to look feminine. Something about her power making men nervous. Why should she care about that sort of thing?

She rinsed the sweet-smelling muck from her hair, hit the button that shut down the water and pulled a thick comb through her tangled locks. The tug of the brush caused pain to prickle in her head, making the memories of last night’s dreams flood her mind.

So much fucking... So much cum...

Grrr... No! She towel dried herself, something they preferred she didn’t do. There was hot air puffing machines for that, but she’d already had enough orgasms for today thank you very much.

Tattiena marched to the closet, filled with more clothes than she could ever wear. She pulled her favorite training pants from the drawer, tugging on the comfortable leather and grabbing a purple top that hugged her body and covered her arms.

Nargoya’s tail and scales could cut her arms so easily without even meaning to while they were training together. She needed the protection.

Tattiena headed out of her room, nodding at the guard standing by her door, rigid as a Cullen tree back home. She walked through the castle and made her way outside, heading straight for the stables where they kept her precious.

As she stepped closer, her heart thudded faster in her chest, excited to see her love. She opened the huge wooden door and stepped into the most extravagant stables she’d ever seen. It had heat, running water, and automatic food machines for her Dragon.

Not to mention two bedrooms for when the stable hands or herself wanted to sleep close to the castle’s number one defense.

Tattiena’s eyes met with Nargoya’s, the purple iris’s that matched her wing tips so beautiful it never failed to make Tattiena smile.

Hello, my beautiful girl. She stepped up close and lifted her hand, running her palm over the warm, smooth scales that covered Nargoya’s neck.

How did she sleep? Tattiena asked the stable master, who stood quietly nearby.

He was an odd little man, but Tattiena had no objections to his work with Nargoya so she kept her opinions to herself. As long as her Dragon was happy, then so was she.

Well. I believe. She ate her whole breakfast and seems a little excited for her morning training session. She’s been pacing quite a bit.

Great.

Dragons of Nargoya’s age were about five times the size of a normal human, but she would grow bigger as she aged. Dragons on Limea were rare indeed. They were hunted to the verge of extinction a hundred years ago, and now, with only a few left in existence, Tattiena’s beloved companion was protected at all costs. Though she was also a useful weapon for the kingdom.

Nargoya was revered and worshipped, for the protection she gave the castle and the inhabitants of the town surrounding. And as her rider, and protector, so was Tattiena.

Let’s go then, girl, shall we?

Her Dragon made a snorting sound and flicked out her wings to show she was ready to go. No one knew how much Dragons understood human speech, but Nargoya had an uncanny ability to not only do everything Tattiena asked of her, but also anticipated things that Tattiena did not see.

She stepped onto the bony ridge of Nargoya’s wing, the only safe place to place her foot, and pushed up with her strong thighs, rock hard from years of riding.

She swung up onto her Dragon’s back, sliding into the comfortable saddle that had been made for her. A tremble ran through the Dragon, beneath her hands she felt every ripple. Something was different with Nargoya this morning. The stable master was right. Did she too feel the heat as Tattiena did?

A heat designed to force them both into mating. To produce the next line of Dragon and Dragon rider.

To the sky.

The roof opened slowly, a mechanical device designed to allow immediate flight for her Dragon.

Nargoya’s silvery black wings extended to their full, magnificent length. She crouched lower to the ground, coiling the powerful spring in her legs and Tattiena grab hold of the reins, looking up toward the blue sky.

Her powerful Dragon launched off from the ground and Tattiena leaned forward in the saddle, balancing herself as Nargoya’s wings flapped harder and harder. She’d fallen off many times when she’d learnt to ride as a child. But she could practically do it in her sleep now, thankfully. Broken bones took too long to heal.

The ground grew further and further away and then they were soaring. Tattiena could finally breathe again, her ribs relaxing and her shoulders dropping down from their tightened position. She took several calm, deep breaths, her heart pounding out a heavy, steady rhythm.

This was where she was most at home. This was where she was meant to be. In this crystal blue ocean of air, surrounding her with nothing. No walls, no restraints, no expectations.

She tilted to the right and Nargoya turned, soaring through the air.

She leaned back in the saddle, extending her arms to parallel her Dragon’s wing span, and let her mind go. No matter what troubles were there for her on the ground, up here, she was free.

PRINCE LEONIDE AXXELE wiped the sweat from his brow. His body undulated with the movement of the horse he rode. They were travelling along the road to Gregorick, one of the richest cities on Limea.

Although his