Blue Dragon Challenge
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by Aurora Rose Lynn
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Fantasy
Description: One blue dragon, a challenge and a one week deadline are enough to make an anxious prince sweep sexy women off their feet or he might lose everything... Scott is a prince who is used to having everything and getting everything that he wants, until his fairy godmother arrives with a challenge of a lifetime. He has one week to find the woman who he is destined to be with, otherwise he will lose his crown and everything that he has ever taken for granted. Justine is his trusted friend and confidant, and quite frankly is sick of it! She wants Scott to see her for oh so much more than that. But will Scott realise before it's too late just what kind of magic could sizzle between them?
eBook Publisher: Total-e-bound, 2007 2007
eBookwise Release Date: July 2007
33 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [107 KB]
Reading time: 63-89 min.
She wouldn't have to fake it with Scott. If he'd take her to bed.
With his cock deep inside her, an orgasm would be a delicious, mind-blowing experience. Was he even aware of her need for him as he sat on the floor, his legs crossed Indian style, talking to her about an absurd topic like godmothers?
Scott, the heir apparent to the Vandarian throne, overwhelmed her bachelor flat with his intimidating presence. Her room was almost larger than the small principality that few had heard of but meant everything to him. He'd dropped in an hour earlier to visit but his countenance was melancholy, an unusual state of affairs for the normally cheerful prince.
"So what do you think? Is there such a person as a godmother?" he asked, tilting his handsome face upwards to look into her eyes.
Justine couldn't help herself. She spiralled forward into those inquisitive blue eyes, the colour of a shimmering sapphire. Her breath caught. If only he would see her as he saw his other fly-by-night women, attractive, desirable, a female who would do anything for one hot, hot night in bed with him. She'd strip naked for him, spread her legs wide apart so he could feast his eyes on her weeping pussy. Her nipples puckered into tight buds just thinking about the ways she could lure Scott into her fantasy sex world.
"Want a beer?" she asked in an attempt to break the tenacity of her lurid thoughts.
Quickly, she rose and headed for the fridge where she would be alone for a second or two. How could he ignore her blatantly aroused behaviour? What would nudge him into noticing her as a female, hot and ready for her prince?
She handed him the beer. As her fingers brushed his, sparks flashed. "Did you feel that?" she asked, hoping he had not only felt the sparks but had seen them arcing from their hands like brilliant garnets and translucent diamonds.
"Felt what?" he asked absently.
"Never mind." If Scott hadn't experienced the arcing himself, there was no point in explaining the phenomenon. She'd return to admiring his fantastic physique. The man was drop dead gorgeous. All the time he spent in the gym had paid off too. A white golf shirt encased his broad chest but the sleeves couldn't hide the rippling muscles of his biceps. Neither could his dark jeans hide the massive size of his cock. Justine sucked in a breath. Heat seared her cheeks, forcing her to rub them with her palms. She sighed. He was so overpoweringly sexy.
"Justine? Justine?" she heard him call her name from far, far away. She ran her tongue over her lower lip and sighed again. She had to snap out of her mooning after him. "Yes?" she said, wondering what he'd been discussing so intently. If only she weren't so damned attracted to him, maybe she could get on with her life instead of waiting for him to make a move.
"You're usually right with me, word for word." Scott's eyes shone with humour. "Penny for your thoughts?"
You had me with 'usually right with me'. Under your strong, muscled body. Justine cleared her throat. "I was thinking about the girl you're going to marry," she blurted. Her cheeks flamed hotter. What business of hers was it who he married? If he wanted her, Justine, wouldn't he have said or done something? Scott was such a forward man. He left nothing to chance, even when he inched up the face of a sheer mountainside, just for the sheer thrill.
His thick eyebrows squirreled together. "What does that have to do with godmothers?"
Flustered, she waved a hand in the air. "I don't know." Should she dare admit the truth to him? That she was in love with him? Had been for the last five years since she first set eyes on him that fateful day in University?
"Are you coming down with a cold or something?" Effortlessly, he rose and sat beside her, wrapping his muscled arms around her waist. Definitely not a lover's hold.
"I think I might be." She felt protected and safe in his embrace, as if she belonged. Why couldn't he see how they fit together so perfectly even if she wasn't of noble blood?
He nuzzled her forehead with his chin, his shadow beard scraping against her tender skin. Justine thought of how those tiny, sharp hairs would feel against the inside of her thighs as his warm lips travelled towards her demanding pussy.
Scott held a palm to her forehead, presumably checking her temperature. "You're hot. You need to lie down."
She drew in a slight breath. His nearness made her want him more, like a smouldering fire searching for more fuel, she thought forlornly. She changed the subject. "What was this about godmothers?"
His intent gaze met hers. "I asked if you believe in them. Is there the possibility that a fairy godmother could wave her magic wand and all of a sudden, presto! I'd be transformed into a handsome prince and Cinderella would find me with no effort." He turned away but not before Justine caught the devastating sadness in his eyes.
Was it possible that he was lonelier than he let on? "What's going on?" she asked, cupping his chin in her hand and forcing him to look at her again.
"I don't know if I should tell you this. Maybe you'll think I'm crazy." He tipped his head forward. Their lips were mere inches apart.
"Try me." Justine caught the scent of mint on his breath and his particular musky essence. Despite the fact he wasn't thirty yet, he had a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. His life as a prominent figure couldn't be easy. Against every impulse, she ran her fingers through the silky strands of his honey blonde hair. He was her best friend. He could tell her anything, and who was she to judge him?
"I met a woman." He swallowed. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
Justine wanted to flick her tongue along his throat, up his chin and then plunder his mouth with butterfly kisses. "Yes?" she forced herself to say.
"She told me she was my godmother."
Scott nodded. "Yeah. She said I had one week to find my true love, the woman who will be my princess."
"One week?" She squinted up at him. "Were you dreaming this?"
"No, it happened last night. I was getting ready for bed. All of a sudden, there's this stout woman in an orange muu muu standing in front of me. I'm not ashamed of what I was born with, but I was naked as the day I was born."
"Oh." Some woman in an orange getup got to see him naked, but the woman who loved him the most in all the world, didn't have that privilege. Go figure.
She could only imagine observing Scott undress. Slip the golf shirt over his head and muss the blonde strands, each muscle in his arms and neck bulging. His chest with a few fine hairs was the kind that begged to be touched. His nipples were a dusky brown and as he lowered his hands to the waistband of his trousers, she'd see an arrow of hair shimmying its way down towards his pubic area.
A tiny sigh escaped her lips. If she dared imagine any more, she'd end up jumping him right there and then. "Yeah?" she ground out. Which wasn't such a bad idea but would she be forcing herself on him? She wanted him to really want her, not because she was a female but because he yearned to have her in his arms. "Then what happened?"
Scott didn't notice her tumult. "She gave me an ultimatum. A challenge, if I've ever had one."