The Dragon’s Assassin Wife

By Daisy Rose

The first thing Laura notices about her new husband is how easy it would be to poison his wine, given how he doesn't even have a poison tester with him. A widow on her wedding night. How tragic. It must have been all the wine he had been drinking. Seeing as she doesn't have poison readily available under her wedding garments, she has not choice but to improvise. Can dragon shifters get alcohol poisoning? One way to find out. She moves to refill his wine glass.
He squeezes his hand that was curled around her waist and she forgets all of the murderous thoughts that had been flitting through her mind.
The actual first thing Laura notices about her new husband was how he was not at all like the dummies she had practiced killing. He was taller and broader and his eyes are very gold. She looks at her as if she is the single most beautiful thing he had ever set his gaze upon and there is a tenderness in his gaze that she isn't at all trained to handle.
She had been told countless stories of the king of dragons, that he was violent and war-hungry, only out for blood and glory, that he left nothing but ash and devastation in his wake. She had been told that she needed to be strong, that she needed to kill him for the good of the many.
She had been expecting a violent man, to be manhandled and treated roughly.
She had not expected...
This.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fanciful Erotica
• Release date: Jan 22, 2024
• ISBN: 9798215238653

Daisy Rose

Daisy Rose is a lover of hucow, exhibitionism, domination, taboo erotica and any combination thereof.She particular enjoys placing her main characters in unlikely situations that will excite and arouse her readers to the likes of which have never been experienced before. Follow Daisy's Twitter @DaisyRoseWrites or email her at [e-mail]!In her free time, Daisy experiments with the toys her master brings for her and finds new ways to get away with bending the rules... or get caught and suffer the consequences. It's a win-win either way.

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The first thing Laura notices about her new husband is how easy it would be to poison his wine, given how he doesn't even have a poison tester with him. A widow on her wedding night. How tragic. It must have been all the wine he had been drinking. Seeing as she doesn't have poison readily available under her wedding garments, she has not choice but to improvise. Can dragon shifters get alcohol poisoning? One way to find out. She moves to refill his wine glass.  

He squeezes his hand that was curled around her waist and she forgets all of the murderous thoughts that had been flitting through her mind. 

The actual first thing Laura notices about her new husband was how he was not at all like the dummies she had practiced killing. He was taller and broader and his eyes are very gold. She looks at her as if she is the single most beautiful thing he had ever set his gaze upon and there is a tenderness in his gaze that she isn't at all trained to handle.

She had been told countless stories of the king of dragons, that he was violent and war-hungry, only out for blood and glory, that he left nothing but ash and devastation in his wake. She had been told that she needed to be strong, that she needed to kill him for the good of the many. 

She had been expecting a violent man, to be manhandled and treated roughly.

She had not expected...

This. 

Sneak Peek

Once they made it through the gates, she had thrown a teasing smile in his direction and took off with the expectation that he would be on her tail.

It did not take long for him to react the way she had anticipated, though she had miscalculated how quickly it would take him to capture her. Around them, the guards bowed as they ran past, the backs of their necks exposed to the king and queen who were behaving like teenagers.

She should have also considered the location where she should be doing this. Somewhere softer would have been much preferable, especially when he lunged and tackled her to the floor. Right before her head could make contact with hard tile, he pulled them around. They rolled until he was on the bottom, her straddling his chest.

Then, just as quickly, he flipped them back around.

She made a noise of complaint when her back met the cold tile. Your majesty! she cried out, her tone appropriately scandalized. She pushed against his chest and tried to buck him off. She liked to believe that she was close to succeeding until he seized her wrists and pinned them on the floor with one hand over her head. His other hand stilled her hips with a grip hard enough to hurt.

The two of them stayed there, breaths heavy and chest heaving. She in particularly, was not pleased about what just happened. Your majesty, she scolded. Your family rules forbid running in the castle grounds. How are you so fast? You must have cheated.

He looked annoyed. Strands of hair fell in wisps around his face. You shouldn't run from me, he rasped.

You'll catch me, won't you. My big strong husband, she teased. Look at you, pinning your poor little wife to the ground in a public area. For shame. Honestly, all the time they had spent making love had turned her into a shameless sex fiend. She was goading him, trying to get a reaction out of him. She really shouldn't. He had been so patient and so kind towards her, his patience seemingly endless when it concerned her. She wanted to see if she could make him annoyed with her.

He leaned down until they were almost nose-to-nose. Rage gave his scent edges, the embers on his skin sharper enough to slice. I should punish you, he said.

Ah, she nodded sagely. I can see why I would deserve that, she continued. I shouldn't run on castle grounds and I should definitely not be running from my own husband, isn't that- ah, wait!

He ignored her, focused entirely on tearing her gown open. He had ruined so many of her beautiful dresses by now that she should really have gotten used to the sound of clothes tearing, but she couldn't help but grimace at the sheer wastefulness. The dress spread out beneath her like spilled wine.

Your majesty, you mustn't! she tried to roll onto her side to make him release her. What are you doing? Have you gone crazy?

Take your punishment, he said, resolutely taking off the rest of her clothes, tearing at the material that refused to cooperate until she was stark naked beneath him. Without warning, he pressed hot fingers directly to the junction of her thighs.

Prologue

The knife in Laura's hand was carved from unicorn's horn, thin and sharp enough to slice through even the hardest metals. She couldn't imagine anyone cruel enough to harvest something from the mythical beast, but it must have happened at some point or she would not be holding it. She consoled herself by deciding that the animal had succumbed to old age before it was harvested from it.

She was standing in front of a dummy that was an entire head taller than her.

Her father crouched to the side, giving her his usual deeply grim look. It had been a week since she had overheard her father's conversation with a few of the statesmen, explaining how he had finally found use for the runt of the litter.

You must learn to strike without hesitation, he said, his gaze unusually warm as he set them on her .

It was heady, having her father's full attention. Her ears twisted forward, keenly aware that for the first time in her life, she had purpose. Strike without hesitation, she echoed when it was clear that he was expecting a response.

Her father gave her a curt nod. Now, I want you to slice his throat on the count of three.

She stepped to the back of the dummy, holding the knife tightly, her muscles tensed and ready to pounce.

No, no, her father berated. You have to be in front, he said. A dragon's weakest point is on his neck and he would be too tall for you to wrap the knife around his neck if you came to him from behind.

She nodded and shifted her position until she was standing in front of the dummy once more. She was smaller than her family, who were already rather short due to their feline nature, though her prominent ears and tail allowed her to be more graceful than most.

Again, on the count of three, he said.

She nodded.

One... Two... Three!

She grabbed the head of the dummy with one hand, yanked it back, and dragged the blade across it's fabric neck with the other. Feathers fell from the ripple fabric like fluffy snowflakes and she had to swallow the instinct to bat the feathers with her hands or rub her face in the soft feathers.

She looked over to her father, who gave her a rare smile that made her push her chin out proudly.

Good, he said. I will have your brothers capture some hares for your next lesson. I want you to be comfortable around the sight of blood.

She grimaced.

Perhaps having her father's attention wasn't such a good thing, after all.

Chapter One

The first thing she noticed about her new husband was that he never looked down on his food or drink, trusting the servants to make sure that they were always filled.

Perhaps they should have went with poisoning. It would have been easier. Less bloody, at least.

She almost made a face at the memory of all the hares she had to practice on. She had gotten good at it by the end of training, but she still hated doing it.

Her new husband squeezed her hand and she squeaked in response. Okay, so the first thing that she noticed about her husband wasn't his dreadful unawareness of how easily he would be poisoned by his enemies.

Rather, it was how unlike the dummies that she had practice on that he was. He was taller and broader, and his eyes were very very gold... and kind.

His hand was warm as he held hers, gently tugging her forward until she no longer trailed behind him like she had been taught, but stood by his side as they walked down the aisle.

The rest of the ceremony had gone by in a blur for her. He did not seem to care much for tradition, giving her the first sip of wine even though she was certain it was meant for the elders. You look like you could use something to calm you down, he hummed gently when she looked horrified at the possibility of doing something wrong.

We're going to get in trouble, she whispered, ears folding back, her veil shifting in the process. She noticed how his eyes tracked the motion, his pupils darkening. Right. This was why she had been so uniquely suited for the job. It was no secret that the dragon king had a fascination for cat shifters like her, that when asked for the possibility of a ceasefire through a marriage alliance, he had asked specifically for her hand in marriage.

The runt of the litter that her father thought was a waste of air and space was finally good for something.

She just wished that the first thing that she could be helpful for her father wasn't murder.

As king, I am incapable of getting in trouble, he answered with an easy grin that she should not find attractive, but did. Now drink, he urged, pushing the glass up to her lip. She swallowed a few mouthfuls, worried that the liquid would drip onto her pristine white dress if she didn't comply.

The wine, perhaps, had a hand in making the rest of the event past in a blur. She was unused to drinking.

They sat together now on an ornate chair that she guessed had some sort of significance to the dragonkin. As soon as they sat down at the beginning of the reception, Damian had pulled her close enough that she was practically in his lap, and since then, his hand had been gradually drifting down from her waist to her ass.

Even after a few hours, she was still put off by the feeling of a stranger so close to her. It didn't help that person after person came up to the table, giving them their blessings and sharing a few jokes with the king before returning to their tables.

The whole thing was noisy and garish and all the different scents were giving her a headache. To Laura, it looked like the party could very well go on forever and frankly, she wasn't sure if she wanted it to end. She was starting to feel a little nauseous at the reminder of what was supposed to come after. Even after all the hares and dummies she had decapitated, she didn't feel ready, not when the man was right there looking so imposing.

She was startled when her new husband took notice of her discomfort, his hand moving back to her waist as he leaned into speak in her ear. "Are you well, darling? Would