The summons arrived with the royal seal still warm and my name inside it. I have no rank, no argument, and after tonight no say over my body.

Colin Underwood is a dragon lord with scarred forearms and a court behind him. He read the tribute aloud and softened not one word of it. Then he told me what he would do until the bloodline is secure, act by act, and watched me hear it. My hands shook. Not from fear.

That is the shame of it. Not the summons. That I stood there with the paper going damp in my fist and wanted him to begin. He says my name like a term of the order and heat drops low in me.

The archive door seals behind us tonight and stays shut until it is done. Undress me. Command me. Claim me again and again until I carry his heir. Keep me past what the crown asked. A rival lord is watching for one crack, nobody asked whether I wanted any of it, and I got to the chamber early. What he wants runs past the tribute. So does what I want. What is left of me if I carry his heir? What is left of me if the crown sends me home?

A full-length romantasy dragon shifter breeding and impregnation erotic novel featuring a designated bearer and the lord the crown ordered to claim her.