Fire Bride

Fire Bride A Reverse Harem Dragon Fantasy from Ava Sinclair.

The Sequel to Sacrifice

Available Now

Buy Link->-> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079K79QR7/

One woman. Four dominant dragon lords whose desire is only for her. An enemy that threatens all they hold dear.

War is coming. After hundreds of years of sleep, the ShadowFell Dragons seeks revenge on the Drakoryans, the shifter race that drove them far from the Drakoryan Empire. And this time, the huge night dragons have their sights set on a prize they must not be allowed to claim. They covet the Drakoryan's humanity, and seek the deep magic, and with it, the key to victory.

My mates seek to protect me from the awful reality, from what's coming. They urge me to focus on running the household, on pleasing their insatiable sexual appetites. They tell me that war is of no concern for a woman.

But I am no ordinary woman. I am a Fire Bride, and when I learn that human villages are coming under attack, the protectiveness of my mates threatens our bond. I was never supposed to return to the village, but not even an army of dragon lords can stop me from saving those I love.

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Excerpt:

Lyla says nothing as she turns to the next page of the book. This one depicts the largest of the ShadowFell, his long neck arched. He’s sitting on a mountain peak, his mighty wings spread, his tail curled around the rocks.

“The ShadowFell king.” I try to keep my voice level as I gaze at the image in the book before me. “He has no spoken name in the human tongue. Only his kind can call him, in their own language.”

“Can you speak ShadowFell?”

“There is no communicating with them. They are a species apart.”

“Is it because you are half human?”

It is a good question. “Yes. But our disadvantage is our advantage. It is better to communicate with men than dragons. The serving class has been crucial when we’ve had to fight the ShadowFell, and as humans, we can call upon the powers of magic through the witches. We have the regenerative pools to refresh us for battle, prophecy to warn us of battle…”

“Prophecy?” She excitedly repeats the word, and I silently curse myself for giving too much away. “Have you been warned of a coming battle?”

“Lyla…” I shut the book. In my mind’s eye, I can imagine a war, imagine her in danger. Fear rises within me like bile. “I don’t want to speak of such a horrible thing.”

“Why?” she asks. Then she steps back, studying me. “By the gods, Imryth. You’re afraid.” Her words are tinged with disbelief.

“Stop!” For the first time, I’m angry with her. “It is not right to intrude into my thoughts like that.”

“I wasn’t prying into your mind, Imryth. I hardly have to. I can feel your fear.”

My heart sinks in my chest. “You’ll think less of me now,” I say. “You’ll think me less of a protector.”

Lyla reaches down, takes my hand, and brings it to her lips, so petal-soft on my skin. “No.” She stares at me with loving eyes. “If anything, I think you stronger than all your brothers combined, for you are not afraid to show me your true self.

She pauses for a moment. “I was afraid, Imryth. I still went to Altar Rock because I had to. I stood there and waited for the dragon, even though I believed it would rip me asunder. I was afraid the whole time. It is not weakness to be afraid. If anything, those who face danger despite fear are far braver than those who face it with arrogance.”

She looks around the library. “Have you ever thought of making love in here?”

The question takes me by surprise. “Here? Among the books? No!”

“Why?” The corner of her mouth curls into a small, seductive smile. “Are you afraid the ghosts of the old masters who penned these books will see our wanton deeds from these hallowed shelves?” Lyla puts her finger on my chest and trails it slowly downward until she hooks it in the top of my belt.

She inhales deeply, then stands on tiptoes to whisper in my ear. “The smell of books and scrolls makes me wet.”

She’s a sorceress. I’m convinced of it. She knows just the right things to say to weave a spell with words to make a hard man even harder. Lyla turns and bends over the table.

“If you take me from behind,” she says, “we can read while we fuck.”

I can’t get my cock out fast enough. I came in here to study, but my seductive mate has driven all capacity for thought from my brain. All I can think of is sinking my cock into her quivering warmth, of pleasing her.

And I always please her. She moans as my shaft slides into her pussy. And then a second appendage moves forward like a finger, pressing and rubbing her clit as I begin to move with slow, easy strokes. I look down, mesmerized by the perfect globes of her ass, by how easily her little body takes my cock, by how tightly she pulsates me.

It becomes a battle of wills. I can feel her using her love muscle, gripping me, pulling as if to coax my climax before I can make her come. And while I may be the most indulgent among my brothers, I will not give Lyla her way in this. I will make her come. I will make her come first and hard.

I press the tip of my smaller appendage against her clit. It begins vibrating. She’s squirming and mewling, and I grasp her hips, holding her still as I begin to pound her hard. She’s gripping the table, moving back to meet my thrusts. She reaches back between my legs to fondle my balls, the little minx. I will my cock to swell and ripple so that her pussy is thoroughly filled and stimulated as the smaller appendage flutters against her clit. Lyla is mewling now, losing control. She’s lost this fight, but I suspect she planned to all along.

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About the Author: Variety is the spice of life and Ava Sinclair writes a little something for everyone, from dark romance to menage to kinky AF age play. But the one thing that is consistent in her books are strong storylines, alpha males, and strong women whose hearts and bodies aren't given up without a fight.

Ava lives in southern Virginia, where she enjoys hoarding books, hiking, running, spoiling her cats, and spending time with her Eurasian eagle owl, Lucius.

Connect with Ava:

Web site www.avasinclairauthor.com

Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Ava-Sinclair-490738981084361/

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Fire Bride

Fire Bride A Reverse Harem Dragon Fantasy from Ava Sinclair.

The Sequel to Sacrifice

Available Now

Buy Link->-> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079K79QR7/

One woman. Four dominant dragon lords whose desire is only for her. An enemy that threatens all they hold dear.

War is coming. After hundreds of years of sleep, the ShadowFell Dragons seeks revenge on the Drakoryans, the shifter race that drove them far from the Drakoryan Empire. And this time, the huge night dragons have their sights set on a prize they must not be allowed to claim. They covet the Drakoryan's humanity, and seek the deep magic, and with it, the key to victory.

My mates seek to protect me from the awful reality, from what's coming. They urge me to focus on running the household, on pleasing their insatiable sexual appetites. They tell me that war is of no concern for a woman.

But I am no ordinary woman. I am a Fire Bride, and when I learn that human villages are coming under attack, the protectiveness of my mates threatens our bond. I was never supposed to return to the village, but not even an army of dragon lords can stop me from saving those I love.

Buy Link ->->https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079K79QR7/

Excerpt:

Tythos looks up at me. "I don't intend to hurt you, Lyla. But I will have order in this house. We all 
need to remember our places."

"Our places…" I repeat his words back to him. What is my place, I suddenly wonder? In the confidence of my loving mates, or outside of it? Tythos doesn't realize I saw him in the courtyard today; he'd likely assumed I was deep in the kitchens. I hate that he's not been honest with me. I hate that our first words tonight were spoken in anger.

"Perhaps I should leave," I say. My hand is on his cheek. His skin is warmer than usual, his color higher, and I can see the hint of gold in his eyes. When he reaches up to grab my hand, his grip is harder than usual.

"No." His voice is strained. "Don't go."

I want to ask him what is wrong, but I don't have to. I suspect Tythos' intensity is tied to today's activities, to his preparing for whatever danger they are keeping from me.

He considers himself and his brothers to be my masters, and perhaps they are. But we both know there are limits. I could walk away if I wish, refuse to bed him this night. It would anger him, but he would not force me. And I consider it, but the unspoken need in his eyes is so great I cannot deny him. I can, however, remind him of who I am.

I push him back on the bed, and this seems to surprise him. Wordlessly, I lift my skirt. I am bare underneath, and despite the tension between us, the sight of his cock tenting his skirt is already eliciting a response from me.

I climb onto the bed, onto him, and straddle his chest. I hike the hem of my gown up to my waist revealing my glistening pussy. I take his hand and guide it to the parted outer lips, and moan when his finger finds the nub of my clitoris.

"Do you remember the first time we fucked, Tythos?"

"How can I forget? It wasn't so long ago. And even in a hundred years I shall remember it as if it were yesterday. I asked you if you wanted to ride the dragon."

I smile. "Yes. And then you taught me how to ride your mighty cock."

"There's more than one way to ride a dragon, my lady."

"Oh?" I arch my brow, curious.

"A truly skilled lady rides a dragon's tongue." He reaches out suddenly and lifts me up so I'm straddling his face. He has the advantage now, and my body shudders when his mouth latches onto my inner labia and he growls possessively, sending little reverberations through my core.

Tythos holds my hips tight in his grasp. His hot tongue stabs and probes and licks. The heat of it enhances the sensation. I shamelessly squirm and grind on his face, and with each fevered motion, my mate increases the intensity of his ministrations until I arch my back and scream my passion into the empty air.

My knees are weak when he lifts me from his face. He rises to his knees, pulling me with him. His mouth finds mine, probing it with a tongue flavored with my own essence. But when he puts his fingers in the neckline of my gown, I tear my mouth away from his.

"No," I breathe. "It's my favorite gown." "Then I will be gentle, my lady. At least until I remove it."

I can feel the arousal trickling down my thighs as he lifts the gown over my head. The very thing that frustrates me about Tythos also makes him a most effective lover. He is unabashedly dominant, and as soon as the dress is off he's behind me, putting his hand under my chin and pulling my head back as he bites the side of my neck. I whimper as I feel his cock seeking entrance to my pussy.

The cocks of Drakoryan males are not like those of human men. They can change shape, texture, even split in two. Each of my mate takes me differently. Tonight, as Tythos pushes himself into my throbbing pussy, I can feel nodules rising along the length of his cock, each one pulsing independently, massaging my inner core. It's especially intense where he's able to focus the pressure on that spot high on the front wall of my pussy. I am squirming, the pleasure so good, almost too good. I can feel my climax building, the pressure of it so great that I fear when it breaks I'll shatter, like glass. But when I come, I don't break. I just reach back and wrap my hands around his neck. Tythos twists my nipples as the ripples of carnal ecstasy surge through me, each wave causing my body to spasm on his.

But he's not finished. Tythos pulls out and sits, turning and impaling me as I straddle his lap, facing him. I moan as he undulates inside me, his cock moving in little waves alternating with rapid vibrations. I fall back, helpless in his grasp, giving him access once more to my breasts. He sucks the nipples into his hot mouth, worrying the hard peaks, his suckling keeping rhythmic cadence with my next two orgasms.

I'm spent, depleted, weak as a kitten in his mighty, muscular arms. His mouth is in my hair. He holds me gently, and in the candle's glow, I watch our shadows, joined together, heaving, as we seek to slow our breathing.

It would be perfect, all so perfect, were it not for the disappointment from our earlier exchange. As Tythos slips from me, he pulls me onto the bed and strokes my hair. In the afterglow of sex, will he be more willing to talk before we couple again?

Buy Link->-> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079K79QR7/

About the Author: 

Variety is the spice of life and Ava Sinclair writes a little something for everyone, from dark romance to menage to kinky AF age play. But the one thing that is consistent in her books are strong storylines, alpha males, and strong women whose hearts and bodies aren't given up without a fight.

Ava lives in southern Virginia, where she enjoys hoarding books, hiking, running, spoiling her cats, and spending time with her Eurasian eagle owl, Lucius.

Connect with Ava:

Web site www.avasinclairauthor.com
Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Ava-Sinclair-490738981084361/
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Ava-Sinclair/e/B00VAYIVCO
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7223083.Ava_Sinclair
Instagram: https://instagram.com/about_the_author/
Twitter: @authoringava
Join her mailing list: http://www.avasinclairauthor.com/mailing-list

Fire Bride

Fire Bride A Reverse Harem Dragon Fantasy from Ava Sinclair.

The Sequel to Sacrifice

RELEASE DATE: MARCH 10

PREORDER NOW ->-> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079K79QR7/

War is coming. After hundreds of years of sleep, the ShadowFell Dragons seeks revenge on the Drakoryans, the shifter race that drove them far from the Drakoryan Empire. And this time, the huge night dragons have their sights set on a prize they must not be allowed to claim. They covet the Drakoryan's humanity, and seek the deep magic, and with it, the key to victory.

My mates seek to protect me from the awful reality, from what's coming. They urge me to focus on running the household, on pleasing their insatiable sexual appetites. They tell me that war is of no concern for a woman.

But I am no ordinary woman. I am a Fire Bride, and when I learn that human villages are coming under attack, the protectiveness of my mates threatens our bond. I was never supposed to return to the village, but not even an army of dragon lords can stop me from saving those I love.

PREORDER LINK ->->https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079K79QR7/

About the Author: Variety is the spice of life and Ava Sinclair writes a little something for everyone, from dark romance to menage to kinky AF age play. But the one thing that is consistent in her books are strong storylines, alpha males, and strong women whose hearts and bodies aren't given up without a fight.

Ava lives in southern Virginia, where she enjoys hoarding books, hiking, running, spoiling her cats, and spending time with her Eurasian eagle owl, Lucius.

Connect with Ava:

Web sitewww.avasinclairauthor.com

Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Ava-Sinclair-490738981084361/
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Ava-Sinclair/e/B00VAYIVCO
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7223083.Ava_Sinclair
Instagram: https://instagram.com/about_the_author/
Twitter: @authoringava
Join her mailing list: http://www.avasinclairauthor.com/mailing-list

Fire Bride

Fire Bride A Reverse Harem Dragon Fantasy from Ava Sinclair.

RELEASE DATE: MARCH 10

PREORDER NOW ->-> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079K79QR7/

War is coming. After hundreds of years of sleep, the ShadowFell Dragons seeks revenge on the Drakoryans, the shifter race that drove them far from the Drakoryan Empire. And this time, the huge night dragons have their sights set on a prize they must not be allowed to claim. They covet the Drakoryan’s humanity, and seek the deep magic, and with it, the key to victory. My mates seek to protect me from the awful reality, from what’s coming. They urge me to focus on running the household, on pleasing their insatiable sexual appetites. They tell me that war is of no concern for a woman. But I am no ordinary woman. I am a Fire Bride, and when I learn that human villages are coming under attack, the protectiveness of my mates threatens our bond. I was never supposed to return to the village, but not even an army of dragon lords can stop me from saving those I love.

PREORDER LINK ->->https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079K79QR7/ 

About the Author: 

Variety is the spice of life and Ava Sinclair writes a little something for everyone, from dark romance to menage to kinky AF age play. But the one thing that is consistent in her books are strong storylines, alpha males, and strong women whose hearts and bodies aren't given up without a fight. Ava lives in southern Virginia, where she enjoys hoarding books, hiking, running, spoiling her cats, and spending time with her Eurasian eagle owl, Lucius. 

  Connect with Ava:

Web site www.avasinclairauthor.com

Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Ava-Sinclair-490738981084361/ 

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Ava-Sinclair/e/B00VAYIVCO 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7223083.Ava_Sinclair 

Instagram: https://instagram.com/about_the_author/ 

Twitter: @authoringava 

Join her mailing list: http://www.avasinclairauthor.com/mailing-list