Dirty Lying Dragons Quotes

“I don't force women to my bed, Danica." I shivered. Something about going back to the use of my full name had my skin tight, my breath bated at the sight of his feral grin. "They come willingly, and begging."
"And is that something you want?" I was playing a dangerous game, egging on an actual dragon. A lesser shifter would have pounced on the teasing, the taunting between us, long ago. Not Ryker; he had all the time and patience in the world to play the games I'd been playing with him.
"I can unveil the mark tonight if you want, but we both know it's already there between us. Everything after that can come as slowly as you need it to; in the end I already know you'll find your way to me as it was intended. I offer you my everything, Dani. My wings, my strength, my soul."
He leaned down, his lips pulled into an amused curve as he rumbled in my ear. "My cock, if you think you're ready to cross that line and have me fuck you until you forget your own name.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“Still, her scent was light and sweet with something underneath that was undeniably unfamiliar, and yet I couldn't place it. She smelled like vanilla shampoo and sandalwood incense now that the rum was out of her system.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“Are you getting cold?" Ryker asked.
I smiled and pulled the blanket tighter around me. "And what if I am?"
Ryker gave me a playful grin as he stood from our bed. "I'd have to come warm you up, firecracker."
"I don't know..." I teased as I backed away. "You'd have to catch me first!"
I jumped as fast as I could, giggling as I tried to run. Too bad Ryker was far faster than me. I laughed as he carried me to our bed.
In our perfect house on the mountain.
A dragon and a witch.
And our happiness.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“And then there was my magic. A wicked smile played across my lips as I thought about it. I couldn't do much yet, but I was rapidly learning the one thing I had taken to like a duck to water: spell circles.
I'd gotten enough of a crash course with Max during the battle, and since my blood was practically made to charge spells, I was doing quite well with them.
Our mountainside was filled with them now. It had taken me two solid months, but I'd finally encircled the area so that Ryker could freely transform and fly in his dragon shape without seeing him. Well, most anyone; I'm still learning after all.
I found if I applied myself I could learn the runes on my own. No Book of Sisters needed, just like Max had said. And apply myself I did. I will never be helpless again. I spent a lot of days practicing while Ryker went hunting. I may not be able to conjure anything, or transform things or curse things. But I could put a set of rules in a spell circle, and with my blood as the active component, my circles were pretty near indestructible now.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“And I take it the distraction from before was at your location, Lady Thea?" Ryker kneeled down next to me, putting an arm around my shoulders.
The Lady of Winter tightened her hold on the little girl. "It was, but we stopped it."
"There was a loud boom," Ryker prodded for details.
Thea's mouth was a grim line. "There was. It seems someone... someone came into her powers unexpectedly. The threat was handled." Her eyes fell to the child cuddled under her chin, shivering in a pink nightgown, not from the chill but from the trauma of the night. We all stared, and the girl peeked around her little shoulder long enough to show me the flash of blue eyes to match Thea's under the mop of dark hair that matched Devin's.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“But through the ash and darkness I saw him. My dragon. Beautiful, terrible, fierce. The scars of his stories still evident, even in this form. I remembered the ones who'd come before me, those who had also pried open his shuttered heart. The ones who had left him. But I wasn't ready to go yet; I wouldn't leave my dragon in that dark place again to pick up the pieces of his fallen loved ones in isolation. And Ryker wouldn't let me go.
"Ryker!" I screamed as I fell. He was enormous, beating his wings and trying to rise up to meet me. One of his wings was a tattered mess, but still he pushed up, his body beginning to shift and change. He shrank and shed his scales, turning back into the human shape I'd known him in but keeping the wings that helped push him to me in a desperate gust.
My eyes were flooding, tears falling every which way in the wind as I fell. I stretched out my arms to him, and he reached up and grabbed me.
"Dani!" he growled over the wind. I was pulled into his chest, my head tucked under his chin as my hot, wet tears soaked us both. "It's over, he's dead. I told you my fire would never hurt you.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“A roar overhead. I looked up on the form of a giant green dragon--- even from this height I could tell he was looking right at me. I shivered, somewhat cold from the rain but hot on one part of my body. My mark. Fucking asshole dragon. We were in the middle of battle and he still had the ability to affect me like that.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“Fangs grew, eyes blazed, claws and scales and burning rage ripped through me. The burning shift in my frame strained, grew, roared to life in my too-tight skin until everything was covered in hard scales.
Vampires and fae alike scattered in my shadow. I guess they hadn't told all the fae of what I was. But it didn't matter because my focus lay entirely on the death-and-flesh scent of more powerful vampires just out of sight.
I roared, shaking the very skies.
I'm ready, fuckers. Come at me.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“I don't have money to buy a bunch of land. I don't know how much you think land goes for nowadays, but it's not a dollar an acre anymore."
Ryker smirked. "Trust me when I say I have more than enough money for it."
I balked. "How? You live in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with no real job and nothing around you."
"And I'm a dragon, Dani. A dragon who likes his gold."
Slowly, so slowly, it sank in. He did mercenary work, that much I knew, and that kind of thing paid well, right? Dragons hoarding treasure seemed like something out of a fairy tale, but then again so did dragons until a few weeks ago. The confident look on his face said it all.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“Lady Georgina of the Summer Court," Heather added.
I turned in my seat to see two fae in the parking lot through the glass front door. The girl was on fire. Like, literally on fire. Her clothes had burned off, but you couldn't see much of her. You know, through the fucking fire.
"What is going on?" I asked.
"She's having some hot flashes." Thea came to stand near our table and crossed her arms with a sigh. "Alan is there trying to cool her off. The pregnancy has been rough on her."
I looked at the flaming fae again, and sure enough a big ginger dude with a wild beard was waving his hands in the direction of his mate, spraying her with a mist of water. He might have been trying to put out the fire or just trying to simmer it down.
"I've heard about this," Jerod said, standing up and tapping his chin. "You've had a little baby boom over here, haven't you?"
"Something like that." Thea met Devin's gaze, pressing her lips in an attempt not to smile, and went over to the door to greet them.
"The faerie gate is," Heather paused, "overcorrecting for a previous problem we'd had. Let's leave it at that."
I looked up at Ryker, who was watching the flaming fae. He looked down at me with a shrug. "Fae. I'm still not entirely sure how they work and I've been around a while.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“He just settled those hard silver eyes on the fae in front of us with no expectation of goodwill. The dragon mercenary who would rather isolate himself on a cold landscape had seen it before.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“My eyes locked on the hand Devin had placed so gently on Thea's. They were a pair, a team. I didn't know their story, but whatever bond had mated them had clearly made a decision that the two of them could live with. A bond, two souls meant to find each other. Was that something I could really have? Reach for? My attention drifted to the dragon sitting next to me in the booth, and under the table I slid my fingers next to his until I could hook my pinky with his.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“I really am hungry."
I leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I'm hungry for something too."
She turned an adorable shade of red and tried to scoot away from me, which wasn't going to happen since I had put my arm around her waist and there was no way she could break my hold.
That's when we heard the most unexpected sound. Laughter.
I looked up to see the fae in the end booth laughing. She had scooted her book aside and was trying to cover her mouth, but she was laughing.
"I'm sorry," she giggled, wiping at the tears in the corner of her eye. "I didn't mean to spy on you guys, but whatever he just did to you reminds me of my mate."
She burst into giggles again and her laughter bubbled loudly enough to draw the fae from the kitchen.
"Thea, what happened?" The kitchen fae opened the door.
"No, nothing. That big one just did something to the witch and it reminded me of Devin.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“I bless your bond with him, Dani my heart," Mom said. "Treat it well, because he will treat you well. The bond of your heart bloomed well before the bond of your blood. There was a reason the Mother paired you together: the two of you as one force could sway the tides of any war.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“Mom, how are we originem? How are they not all gone?" I asked.
"One lived," Mom said. "You several-times-great-grandmother. There was a nasty feud, but Rowena made her escape from the final, horrendous battle. She vowed to dilute the blood. Live as a normal witch, conceal our origin. We couldn't let ourselves have children with another witch or a warlock or any other being of power for that matter. In theory, we would eventually be safe enough to live our lives without the fear once the magic was diluted."
"But it didn't, did it?" Ryker asked from behind me.
Mom turned Eliza's head to study Ryker. She nodded and looked back down at me. "No, it didn't work. You don't have much power on your own, my heart. If you've been trying spellwork it probably went awry, didn't it?"
I nodded. "How did you do it? I watched your work for hours and it never went wrong."
"Blood, my heart. The only spellwork I did was what I had to mix and add and brew, and as it finished I would add blood. Even a drop will do. That is the way of our power."
"The smell of originem on Dani is as strong as it was before your coven died out," Ryker said.
"A mistake that we each found out too late. Once I became one with The Book of Sisters, it became clear. The power could in theory be diluted, but not the blood. Never our blood.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“What are those?" Ryker asked.
On the table were three large shot glasses, filled with vodka and topped with a spurt of whipped cream and sprinkles.
"Pancakes." I took one of the glasses, ready to knock it back.
"Dani, those are not pancakes," Ryker said, leaning forward to smell them. "That is vodka."
"Potato pancakes," I said, and I knocked mine back. "Don't judge a family tradition, it's a long story and you can't tell me I don't need a shot or three after what I went through."
He didn't looked impressed. "You drink as much as Gavin.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“I need you to say it." Ryker's hot breath was on my neck, his hand on my hip, and he was ready to sink into me the second he got his answer. All I had to do was admit it. Or I could try to take matters into my own hands just to fuck with him.
I pushed forward suddenly, the head of his cock teasing my entrance open in bliss. But a sudden jerk from Ryker left me painfully empty once more, and I whined in frustration.
"Just say it," he teased. "Do you like it a little rough? All you have to do is say yes."
Fine. Ass.
"Yes," I hissed. "Yes, I do."
Instant pressure hit me as he slid his length into me in one go. I was so wet, there was no friction stopping him as he filled me completely. Tight, hot, hard. I took in a sharp breath and he gave me a satisfied hum.
"There now, that wasn't so hard," he mused.
Smack.
Ryker shoved into me just a little harder at the same time he smacked me right on the mark, and I screamed. I was so hot, and wet, and full of him that I could hardly keep myself from unraveling. Thankfully, his hands stayed firmly in place, helping to hold me still as he slid out again, only to thrust inside once more.
"Fuck, Danica," Ryker rumbled. "Your pretty little ass is turning the hottest shade of pink."
I was breathless as Ryker thrust again and again, pushing me higher and higher. Sometimes he would smack the mark again, and I was sure I would be feeling it in the morning but I couldn't bring myself to care. All I could care about was Ryker and what he did to me. I felt wholly and truly right with him, and my head was in a fog as the orgasm hit me hard.
"Ryker!" I shouted as he thrust at just the right moment and all the tight muscles in my body came loose. Floating, floating and falling and clenching and dropping into a boneless heap. I was still reeling from the high he had started in me when I felt his hot release as well. Ryker came hard, gripping my hip as he shoved in as deep as he could. The hot, burning stretch of him shoving so hard coupled with the intensity of my own postorgasm shaking pulled another cry from me.
When we were both spent and he was still over me, staring down in satisfied confidence, he leaned in with a light kiss. "Good girl, you take me so fucking well."
My ass stung, I was filled to the brim, and I liked it.
Releasing my hip, he slid out of me and I groaned at the fleeting feeling of fullness. When wetness trickled out of me, more than just my own arousal, I pressed my thighs together.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“I pushed forward suddenly, the head of his cock teasing my entrance open in bliss. But a sudden jerk from Ryker left me painfully empty once more, and I whined in frustration.
"Just say it," he teased. "Do you like it a little rough? All you have to do is say yes."
Fine. Ass.
"Yes," I hissed. "Yes, I do."
Instant pressure hit me as he slid his length into me in one go. I was so wet, there was no friction stopping him as he filled me completely. Tight, hot, hard. I took in a sharp breath and he gave me a satisfied hum.
"There now, that wasn't so hard," he mused.
Smack.
Ryker shoved into me just a little harder at the same time he smacked me right on the mark, and I screamed. I was so hot, and wet, and full of him that I could hardly keep myself from unraveling. Thankfully, his hands stayed firmly in place, helping to hold me still as he slid out again, only to thrust inside once more.
"Fuck, Danica," Ryker rumbled. "Your pretty little ass is turning the hottest shade of pink."
I was breathless as Ryker thrust again and again, pushing me higher and higher. Sometimes he would smack the mark again, and I was sure I would be feeling it in the morning but I couldn't bring myself to care. All I could care about was Ryker and what he did to me. I felt wholly and truly right with him, and my head was in a fog as the orgasm hit me hard.
"Ryker!" I shouted as he thrust at just the right moment and all the tight muscles in my body came loose. Floating, floating and falling and clenching and dropping into a boneless heap. I was still reeling from the high he had started in me when I felt his hot release as well. Ryker came hard, gripping my hip as he shoved in as deep as he could. The hot, burning stretch of him shoving so hard coupled with the intensity of my own postorgasm shaking pulled another cry from me.
When we were both spent and he was still over me, staring down in satisfied confidence, he leaned in with a light kiss. "Good girl, you take me so fucking well."
My ass stung, I was filled to the brim, and I liked it.
Releasing my hip, he slid out of me and I groaned at the fleeting feeling of fullness. When wetness trickled out of me, more than just my own arousal, I pressed my thighs together.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“Mmm, I hope we get there in time for breakfast," I mumbled.
"I'll get you whatever you want," Ryker said. "Do you want to stop for food?"
"No," I said. "I want Dad's pancakes."
"Whatever you want, Dani." Ryker kissed the top of my head.
"I want pancakes, answers, and rum," I grumbled. "A new phone, and some clothes that don't smell like sex and show off my ass cheeks."
"I like your ass cheeks," Ryker chuckled.
"Not helping," I managed before letting out another big yawn.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“I wanted to yell. I wanted to claw his eyes out. Sickeningly, I wanted him to bite me again. I wanted Ryker. And as if on cue, a roar to shatter the castle echoed through the halls.
He'd come for me.
My heart filled with emotion. It was joy, and want, and hope. My heart was full, and I could have cried.
I looked Apollo in his dangerously red eyes.
"Fuck you, Apollo," I managed to whisper. "My dragon is here.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“I roared, shaking the forest around me as I swept high into the clouds, high enough to get out of sight of most things.
I would cross the sea to get to her.
My Danica.
I'm coming.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“My wings made their way out from my back first, the easiest step as I settled in for the rest to follow. It was like flexing a sore muscle that you never really use as my spine popped out the deep-green plates that would make up the ridges on my back. Growing longer, harder, scales rolling down my body as they came to life, limbs stretching until everything felt in place. Deep-green scales covered my body, and I flapped my wings experimentally a few times, testing the wind for takeoff. The roof of the mansion that had looked so big before was now eye level as it gently burned to the ground.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“I needed Dani more than I'd ever wanted to admit before, and that stupid patch-job of an ankle bracelet had been hiding the answers this whole time. Dani and I had a connection, an old connection, a fated connection. A bond to span the souls before the earth had been shaped and the dragons placed upon it. I had found my other half--- the half to ground me, the half to protect”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“Ryker's head snapped to look at me, and we locked eyes. That's when the tug at my heart really started to pull, and I had to gasp for breath as it burned to life. A pull, a connection. Was this what they called a thread of fate? If it was, it meant something about Ryker and me that I didn't have time to process in the heated moment. Ryker's nostrils flared, and he roared, his face snarling as he began charging back down the hallway to where Oleg and I were.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“I dropped to my knees on the ground at Dani's feet, plunging my claws in the soil on either side of me, an ancient pledge the significance of which would be long lost to all but any other dragons that were still out there kicking. Her eyes grew wide but her mouth stayed closed as she observed.
"I swear on my fire. I swear to you, Dani. Trust me, and I will deliver you home safely," I vowed. "I swear on my fire. I swear on my life. Dani, I promise. If you can trust me, I will protect you with my life so we can find out what's going on. If you choose to go home, no vampires involved, I'll swear my life to that instead. Whatever you want to do, I'll make it happen.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“I'm ready to hear your plan for Moscow, assuming you're not going to eat me for knowing what you are."
Just 'til Moscow. I could handle this just until we got to Moscow. Right?
"I'm not going to eat you." Ryker snorted a laugh, then changed the expression on his face to something of flirtatious mischief. "That is, unless you want me to, firecracker.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“Ryker grunted, rolling his shoulders with a creaking sound just as the wings came back out. His silver eyes shone brighter than before, and the clawed fingertips I saw on my first day here emerged. He was gorgeous, brutal, otherworldly. Scars and all, he could be the subject of a sculpture in any museum and captivate the observer. What had I been bantering with all this time? Sharing meals, sharing the loft. Shit.
"Hello, Danica. You're looking at a dragon.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“Wings.
Ryker had fucking wings. Big leathery wings like a bat but with a deep gray-green coloring.
I fell backwards onto the floor of the loft, my ass hitting the wood but my eyes staying locked on Ryker. A comment from my second day here surfaced. Something about not wearing shirts because they got in the way. No fucking wonder they got in the way if he could pop out a pair of wings. The thin membrane that stretched to allow light through it was a lighter, paler gray than the rest, snagging on whatever breeze the morning brought with it and tempting Ryker to open them up wider to catch the wind. They were big enough to that he'd have to duck down quite a bit to even attempt entering the doorway of the cabin, even if he had them tucked in tight to his back.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“I could get used to this, coming home to a hot meal."
His teasing made me put up an attitude as a defense, which only spurred on his amusement. Hot as he may be, he was also a fucking bastard. Taking the spatula, I cut a sliver of hot meat off and he caught it, popping it into his mouth.
"You would be able to catch that," I muttered, my mouth trying not to jerk up into a smile as I turned my attention back to the pan.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“Fuck me."
"Is that an offer?" The amusement on his face fanned flames of annoyance in me. Annoyance, and maybe a tiny little bit of temptation.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons