Mated to Dragons novel

---- "T won't bea slave anymore," I muttered. Just thinking about doing what I wanted filled me with happiness. I wasn't going to miss dinners or wake up with sore muscles from scrubbing the floors. Or work under the hot sun. My eyes darted over to the big window. "Can I think about it?" I asked them. "Of course you can," Nate said before Mason could utter a word. "We'll leave the papers to you so you can continue reading through them.

You can also make any notes if there's anything you don't understand or you want us to explain." "Okay." Nate stood and Mason got off the bed. "Get some more rest and don't forget to rub the ointment on your wound." My shoulders sagged when they left. Placing the papers down on the bedside table, I lay down and slowly relaxed. There really was nothing to think about because I could honestly see myself doing what they wanted me to do. And with both of them. ---- I shivered.

Once I had some rest and my headache was gone, I would sign the papers and read over the rest of it. I tossed and turned but sleep didn't come. Letting out a sigh, I climbed out of bed and made my way over to the window. I pushed the curtain aside and stared outside. This was a part of the courtyard I had never seen before. The King's own private garden one of the other slaves had told me. It was beautiful. If became Mason's submissive, would I be able to go down there?

litched to pick some flowers. Shaking my head, I turned away from the window. I needed to make sure I understood what he expected from me before I signed anything. The last thing I wanted to do was to get punished for doing something wrong. Taking a seat on the bed again, I reached for the papers and started reading it from the start again. Nate had left a pen for me to use so I marked the things I didn't understand or wanted to know more about.

---- What I would give for a cellphone or a computer to google all these things. I could imagine myself in the positions the women in the photos were in with Mason or even Nate pleasuring me. An image of Lucas doing the same to me flashed through my mind. Yes, I wouldn't mind any of the brothers touching me. This place was differently starting to affect me. I shouldn't be thinking about three men. I shouldn't be thinking about King Lucas at all because he was married.

Letting out a sigh, I placed the papers aside and stood. My mind raced as I paced. What I really wanted was to go home, but since that wasn't an option, I had to make do with what I was offered.