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Tempting and teasing, Dragons oh so pleasing! Or are they?
Dragons, shape shifters, Oh My!
Left to die in the searing heat of the desert floor, a sacrifice to the scavengers that inhabit its sandy depths, the nameless female struggled to save her own life. As a foundling, she had always done so. When she turned down the son of the leader of her village, she found herself cast to the vicious Scabs and their never-ending hunger. But then something came to her aid!
A large talking lizard with more attitude than brains was there, carrying her off to a strange new world inhabited by the Dragonish. Now she was the future mate of a strange man, a submissive for breeding purposes, a desired and treasured female, and the forth in an all male family quad that just didn't make sense to her.
But when instincts take over and mating fever burns bright, who can resist being the Dragon's Star?
Excerpt:
“You have to take her, Brother,” Zol shook his head, compassion in his gaze as he stared at the female. “There is no pain, save egg laying, that compares to this pain.”
“No,” she managed to gasp, understating what the two men were speaking of. “No taking.”
“The pain will continue to grow…” Zol insisted.
“No!” she screamed, letting out all of her frustrations and fears and pain in the shout. “No taking!”
“This pain will consume you!” Zen glared at the female, his manner becoming knowing and aloof.
“And what do you know of it?” she managed, her teeth gritted, her eyes narrowed into slits, her breath panting as she struggled to retain some dignity.
“I know, female, because I too have been through the mating anguish. I know because it took weeks for Father to find me. And I know because I too fought against my destiny. You need not suffer needlessly. Go to your mate with a willing heart and when we are all joined, we will create such beautiful children.”
“Joined?” she gasped as Zen began to stroke her hair and rub her lower back. His contact was amazingly, making the pain ease.
“Does she not know anything?” Zol asked, looking in amazement at his brother.
“She was not reared with her caregivers. I found her not far from a human settlement.” Zen spoke softly as she slipped his hand beneath the curtain that still, miracle that it was, remained on her body.
She started to complain, but the skin-to-skin contact was easing the pain more, and he was only touching her back. She relaxed a bit, unknowingly moving deeper into his warm caress.
“Joined?”
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