Stolen By Dragons (Dragons Nursery)

Stolen by Dragons (Dragon
Nursery, #1)

By: Rose Thorne

©Copyright Rose Thorne
2015

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Stolen By
Dragons

“
Clarissa Sawyer, Head
Nurse,” I murmured, looking at my reflection in the full length
mirror in the locker room. The green eyed, auburn haired young
woman in the crisp scrubs staring back at me nodded in
agreement.

Yeah, maybe someday… after years of
internship and more training. I glanced at my wristwatch—my shift
was almost over. I’d gotten the lucky draw of the straw, the
training shift for this week a good one, from six in the morning to
six in the evening. Which means that I had the full evening to
myself. I was excited to go home and spend another evening doing
absolutely nothing with my best friend, silence. Face down in a tub
of Ben and Jerry’s, here I come.

But that was not going to get me down,
it never did. There were so many things to do other than finding
love and being swept off my feet. Prince Charming was confined to a
fairy tale, and I’m sure he’d overlook me if he ever came my way,
but a girl can dream.

Six O’clock at last, I hurriedly
changed out of the scrubs and got into my jeans and T-shirt. I
smoothed the clothes down over my body, the chest too snug. At
twenty-three, I had a good figure, a bit on the curvy side, but I
liked it. No aspirations to be a willowy, starving model ever took
me hostage, and I know any man would love to be with me. But then I
wouldn’t want to be with just any man.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t entirely
certain my ideal man existed.

I stepped out of the hospital, the sun
bright and warm against my face. Sliding my shades on, I walked
straight into something huge and hard that seemed to appear out of
nowhere. I took a step back, gasping, and peered over my shades. I
was sure my eyes had just popped out of their sockets…

Standing before me was a man, and not
just any man, but the tallest, most powerfully built man I had ever
seen. A diffident smile creased his ruggedly handsome face. Silky
hair fell in waves of midnight to his shoulders, framing chiseled
features, and his eyes, azure as a stormy night, were the most
inviting pools I could see myself drowning in.

I waited for the heavenly chorus to
start as he looked down at me, his nostrils flaring as if he liked
what he scented.

I steadied myself, my limbs like
rubber. He held up both his hands in apology. I looked around… no
one was in the immediate area… perhaps he were lost and looking for
direction?

“
I’m terribly sorry, Miss.”
His deep voice drew my eyes to his perfect lips. He had a strange
accent, unusual but seductive. I felt a flutter in my belly and
took a deep breath, realizing I had been holding it.

“
That’s all right.” I
offered him a clumsy smile. “I should have looked before rushing
out of the building.”

“
No.” He held out his hand,
palm up as if I were some maiden that needed assistance stepping
from the carriage. “The fault is mine. Perhaps I can make it up to
you?”

“
Oh, that won’t be
necessary.” I smiled and shook my head.

“
But I insist.” He looked at
me intensely as he picked up my purse and handed it back. “Let me
take you out to dinner or at the very least, coffee.”

“
Uh… I’m flattered, but I
don’t usually go out with strange men… um, strangers,” I managed to
stammer. His intense gaze made me nervous but an excitement I had
long forgotten blossomed in my belly, the kind a girl gets when
she’s thirteen and speaking to the boy of her dreams.

“
Pardon me, my dear. Where
are my manners?” He bowed elegantly. “I am Dante Firestone, and I
suppose you can consider me a stranger in a strange land. I am a
visitor to this place… A foreigner to your customs. Please excuse
me if I have imposed in any way.”

“
Clarissa Sawyer,” I replied
and hesitantly accepted his hand. His firm grip and strong fingers
enveloped my small hand and I my knees trembled. I let my eyes
feast over him once more. He cut an imposing figure—he was easily
over six and a half feet tall with broad shoulders, a wide chest
tapering to a narrow waist and his long powerful legs could pass
for tree trunks. His thick legs were covered in leather pants and a
flowing overcoat, buttoned only at the middle, exposed a good deal
rippling chest muscles. Strange, I thought.

“
Such a lovely name.” He
grinned and his eyes lingered over my heaving chest. “So shall we
have dinner this eve? Afterward, I will drop you home. Tell me, how
does this sound?”

He was moving too fast, too soon. I
swooned and my breathing went shallow. I had never been with a man
like him… well, ever. And parts of my rational mind that still
functioned wanted to know why this Dante Firestone would fancy a
girl like me. A man such as he could get any woman he
wanted.

“
Dante… Mr. Firestone,” I
said, looking away. “I really appreciate the gesture, but I don’t
usually take up offers like this out of the blue. I’m so sorry to
disappoint you. I mean, you seem like a very charming man, but I’m
sorry… I have to say no.”

“
I understand.” He sounded
completely smashed, his lips pulling down. “It was a pleasure
meeting you, Miss Clarissa Sawyer.”

“
Likewise, Mr. Firestone,” I
said and quickly walked away. I knew his intense eyes shadowed my
every move, I could feel them burning into me. I didn’t look
back.

As I briskly headed to the bus stop,
my right hand was trembling, my fingers still tingling from his
touch. I couldn’t help thinking if I’d done the right thing. I’d
have to be crazy passing up on a guy like that, but what did I know
about him? He could be a real whacko or even a psycho-killer out to
murder me or something. Use me and trash me like yesterday’s news…
Once was bad enough, I was not going to go through that kind of
heartbreak again. No more men for me, not even for a quick good
time, and not even if they looked that amazing.

I shivered as I got off the bus and
walked into my apartment. That man’s intense eyes had followed me
home. My stomach fluttered liked a nest of butterflies every time I
pictured his handsome face—If only this was some fantasy fairy-tale
and he was Prince Charming. His mesmerizing eyes, those powerful
hands and muscular arms, the broad shoulders and thick thighs… I
shuddered and suddenly realized I was wet. This was crazy! I’d
never felt this way before. I knew my dreams tonight would be full
of Dante Firestone.

Figuring I could use a little
excitement, I stripped and got in bed, my hand darting between my
thighs.

****

I stretched, a deep yawn escaping. I
opened my eyes, my vision bleary from sleep. Brightness surrounded
me… everywhere. I wiped the crust from my eyes and looked around. A
cold chill ran down my spine. I wasn’t in my room! I seemed to be
in some kind of extravagant, palatial suite. I had to still be
dreaming—Memories of Dante Firestone came rushing back, both from
my real encounter and those of my dream.

That’s it… I was still in my
dream.

One way to find out, I mused. Pinching
myself, I gasped at the sharp pain. The discomfort made my eyes
tear up… this was no dream.

Where the hell was I and how
the did I get here? Where was
here
? I looked around, the whole
setup like a set-piece out of a movie. Either that or I had been
magically transplanted in Ancient Egypt… Were those hieroglyphics?
Through the columns of sandstone, I could see tall buildings carved
with runes. Everything looked so surreal, I felt sure I was still
dreaming, despite the pain from the pinch.

A large shadow passed overhead,
blocking out the streaming sunlight momentarily. I looked up
terrified. I couldn’t believe my eyes! The strangest looking birds
flew passed the glass ceiling, the pale sky cloudless. And… Wow!
Those weren’t birds at all! They looked more like giant flying
lizards.

Where was I? A sense of dread quickly
replaced the astonishment. I drew silken sheets closer, realizing I
was naked. My senses reeled and I thought I’d pass out from the
confusion.

A soft grunt made me jump, the
pattering of paws pulling my attention to the side of the bed. A
lizard like creature as big as a Rottweiler, was sitting on its
haunches, its horned head cocked as it watched me from slitted
eyes. Panicking, I pushed myself against the head rest of the bed.
I didn’t know what its intentions were, but I got the feeling it
was hungry. Still hoping this was a dream my heart beat so hard I
could hear my pulse in my head.

“
Clarissa.” Dante Firestone
appeared suddenly out of nowhere. “Awakened at last, I
see.”

My jaw dropped as he strut in looking
like an Egyptian Pharaoh. I don’t know how long I sat with my mouth
gaping at him… A cool breeze brushed across my breasts, my nipples
hardening… I hadn’t realized I had dropped the sheets, my upper
body bared for him. I grasped at the sheets and pulled them close
in an effort to cover my nudity.

“
Rest your fears, my dear,”
Dante said, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. He stood
before me bare-chested, his lower body shielded by a scant loin
cloth—if one could call it that, anyway. It was hard to keep my
eyes from the potent, virile bulge between his thighs. “No harm
shall befall you. This is but a fledgling dragon and he is merely
curious about you.”

Dragon? Did he say dragon? My mind
threatened to shut down. I didn’t utter a sound, but he read the
confusion on my face and smiled reassuringly.

“
Clarissa,” he said, his
eyes absorbing the ribbons of sunlight streaming in so that they
glowed. “You are no longer on Earth. You now reside in a parallel
dimension and we call my home Daenar.”

He waited politely, allowing his words
to sink in but he might as well be speaking Greek. I blinked a few
times, unsure if I even heard him right. He turned his attention to
the creature and shooed it away. I watched as it scampered away,
its claws clicking against the stone.

“
I deeply apologize for the
inconvenience I have caused you,” Dante said, his voice a gentle
caress as he walked up to the side of the bed. “You see, I have no
other choice. The females of our species have long since vanished
and our survival is threatened. I brought you here to Daenar,
because I believe you are the best suited for the task.”