Bred for the Dragon Rider's Bloodline: A Raw Romantasy Fated Mates Breeding Romance

I have fought the bond that marks me as fertile for any dragon rider's bloodline for as long as I can remember, yet one low order from Ashton on the dawn ledge makes every refusal feel pointless.

He treats the scale-like birthmark at my throat like something he already owns. The possessive need in his silence matches my terror of being claimed and then abandoned after so many years alone.

The succession rites demand proof through intimate breeding under rival threat. Crossing that line with him could save me from exile or ruin me. He carries the same hollow ache I do. The rites will not wait past tonight.