Meant (To Be Yours) by Anaya Phoenix (reading books for 7 year olds TXT) 📕

her. She wanted him to fill her in everyway possible, to devour him whole and never let him go. She trailed her hands through his curly mane and enjoyed his moan of pleasure, it engraved in her mind and she did it again and again until he growled. They would not let their lips break apart, they’d gone too long without each other to do so. His hand trailed down her tummy and rested on the crotch of her soaked panties. He applied a little pressure, making more of her cream flow down. She gasped against his mouth and he smiled against her lips. The bastard was enjoying this. She let one of her hands trail down his body, enjoying how each muscle quivered under her touch, and rest in the tenting in his boxers. He grunted and broke away from her, leaving her panting.
“You just can’t let me have my fun, can you?” He asked, his breath airy and lustful. She laughed once and smiled cockily at him.
“I’m practically your wife, I don’t remember ever seeing the wife handbook stating I was supposed to let you have fun.” She said, her tone sultry and teasing. He kissed her sweetly then and smiled softly.
“You are my wife, and you make my life worth living. Now can we please stop talking, I ache to be inside of you.” He groaned and she nodded happily with unshed tears in her eyes. She took his boxers off with her feet and enjoyed his lips while bliss swelled in her heart. He called her his wife, his reason for living, and for that she would make sure this night was memorable. He rubbed against her hot, wet slit and purred against her mouth.
“I’ve missed you so much.” She whispered before he thrust into her and sailed them both onto ecstasy for the rest of the night.


She woke up with her body sore and stiff, she stretched and laughed when her joints popped and cracked. Her mate groaned beside her and stuffed his body deeper into the pillows. She shook her head and cuddled closer in to his side and delighted when he reached out with his arm and brought her closer. He still didn’t wake up, no he just kept her caged between his body and his arm. She sighed and closed her eyes. But something was niggling at her, trying to get her to remember, but she couldn’t. She did notice, however, that the house was quiet. Too quiet. And that’s when it hit her. Training.
“All right, get off your asses people!!! Daylight’s a wasting and we don’t have time for you to catch your beauty sleep. Up and at ‘em!!! C’mon peek open those pretty eyes and report yourselves downstairs!!! Come on, come on, come on!!!” Carol shrieked, banging the pots and pans together. She groaned and got out of the bed. She didn’t have time to take a shower, she knew it, so she didn’t try. She threw on some athletic shorts and a sports bra. Drew groaned and she smiled as she pulled her hair in a ponytail.
“Just because your my mate doesn’t give you any leniency. Mind as well wake up, or she’ll come in here and bang them near your ear. I don’t wish that on anyone, so you better wake up and you better wake up fast.” She muttered as she left the room and walked down the stairs. She fist bumped Brandon and hip bumped Carol.
“We got some new meat today.” Carol said excitedly and practically jumped around in her skin. She raised a brow and looked to Brandon.
“It’s really neat, you’ve got to see them.” He assured and Sarah nodded appreciatively. If he approved, they must be really awesome, Brandon was a hard person to impress. She walked out into the backyard and sucked in a breath at the five new comers that had come. They stood there, their heads held high and their eyes bright and cocky. She didn’t like them. There were 3 males and two females, all of them sported red hair and blue eyes, making them seem exotic and fierce. The packs also eyed them, some with interest and some with curiosity. When she was sure all of the pack, including Drew, had come down she started.
“Welcome back! Hope you’ve all enjoyed your rest! Now we start hand to hand combat. Carol-“
“Uh, actually if you don’t mind we’d like to interrupt.” A deep Scottish voice said and she looked to the new comers. She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. She saw Carol and Brandon bristle but she sent them a brief look.
“Go on ahead.” Sarah said unkindly and one of the females smiled politely.
“Hello everyone!! You don’t know us but we know you! One of your pack mates has told us a lot about you! We are Dragons. A very specific type of Dragon. Can anyone guess what type that is?” The same girl asked as she stepped forward, her long wavy red hair following her every movement. No one raised their hand and she rolled her eyes.
“Christ people, it honestly cannot be that hard. Red hair? Fiery air to us? Come on people, even babies know what we are!?” She goaded, her accent making her sound funny. One of the adults raised their hand and Sarah rolled her eyes and held back a scoff, barely.
“Are you a fire dragon?” He asked dumbly and Sarah crossed her eyes.
“Yes, brilliant job man!! We are fire Dragons, we are here to help you. We are here to train you-“ Whoa train? “so that when the war comes you are easily able to rip the scales from the enemy Dragon. We will also be training you in strength an speed.” She said, going over the list of things on her fingers. Sarah wasn’t a person who got upset easily, she was actually rather fair minded. But, when it came to a few things, you did not cross a line. This bitch just crossed the major line, the line with blinking words standing over it saying ‘DO NOT CROSS THIS LINE’. She clenched her fist and licked the bottom of her aching canine. Molly, Thomas, Brandon, Carol, and Drew all watched her, curious to see what her reaction would be. Sarah was struggling, she was hanging on by a thread and that thread was thinning out the more she talked. Her wolf was going out of control and she had no idea how to keep him calm when she wanted to punch the bitch in the face herself. Punch something, he snarled, punch something hard and fast. But who to punch was the next question? Nobody had caused her bodily harm, so for her go around throwing punches this way and that would set a bad example. The training room, that would be the ideal place. She walked away, not looking back once, and back into the house. Her friends didn’t stop her, they knew she was making the right choice. It was either take her fury out on the punching bags or have to fight her friends restraint. She’d take option one any day. Carol and Brandon may be her friends but they were mean, hard, strong bitches when it came to fighting. No matter who it was. She felt someone come up behind her and she stopped her war path to the training room and pinched her nose bridge struggling to remain calm. The person waited until she turned around, which she did not want to do, before they spoke. She held in a growl and turned around to see one of the newcomers directly behind her. She jumped slightly and had to keep her hands to herself. Big green eyes watched her closely with each movement and she narrowed her eyes.
“You left training.” He said in a deep Scottish voice and flung his red hair from his face without using his hands.
“I’m going to train individually-“
“You left training.” He said again, seeming to not have heard what she said. She furrowed her brow and stepped away from him, he followed his big green eyes noticing everything about her.
“I don’t feel like training with the-“
“You left training.”
“Say that one more time and I will knock your damn teeth out. Now go away, I’m training privately.” She said dismissively and turned back around, ready to leave this conversation.
“You left training.” He said simply and she turned back around slowly. She walked closer to him and cocked her head to the side.
“Say it one more time, I fucking dare you.” She said softly and he smiled cockily, obviously smelling her fear. Another thing the ever wise Jack Montgomery taught her. Making your enemies smell fake fear, giving them the illusion that they had the upper hand. You see, when people thought they had the upper hand, they fought recklessly. Thinking that their prey can’t stand a chance. False cockiness. He leaned in, crossing his burly arms behind his back, and smiled in her face.
“You left-“ he didn’t get to finish the sentence before he was kicked through the sliding doors that led into the backyard. Chapter 14

She calmly walked through the broken glass and over to the Dragon who had blood running down the back of his white t-shirt.
“You wanna say that again, didn’t hear you the first time.” She said cheekily and cracked her neck. He coughed and spit out a little lick of blood and looked at her, his eyes shining a brilliant green.
“You left-“ she let out a small little trill of a sound as she picked herself up and kicked him in the side of his face, to land in a small crouch. He growled and looked at her, a long gash marring the left side of his face. He seemed to chant something under his breath and suddenly flames erupted around his body. She formed an ‘x’ with her arms and prayed that it would somehow protect her, which it did, and peeked through her eyes when it was over. A giant snarly, scaly beast stood in front of her, its green eyes burning into her brain, making sure she would never forget. But she wasn’t afraid, oh no, she was enthralled. This was a new challenge, a challenge she planned on taking.

The dragon looked down at her with red hair partially blocking his large green irises, a cocky smirk revealing one of his several shiny teeth. She could smell the fear rolling off of everybody else, but she wasn’t afraid. She was giddy, she’d never actually dealt with a dragon. Her father had taught her how to take one down easily, had taught her the soft spots, the easy take down places, the weaknesses. She wasn’t afraid, but he didn’t know that. He leaned down, his giant neck bending over, until he was in her face, his hot breath blowing away the tail of her ponytail.
“You left tr-“ with a small little laugh she put all her power in her right leg and kicked him just under the jugular, right where his neck started, with all her might and smiled when he fell to the earth whining and whimpering, holding his aching neck with one of his massive claws.
“I tried to help