thrust deeper, and deeper still.
Her entire body vibrated with longing, until a sharp sting, interrupted her pleasure. Drago held still inside her. Angela dangled in the chains, afraid she’d somehow failed, but the faint flickering of the end of his tongue, deep inside her, reignited the pleasure. She arched her back and screamed as joy overcame her, exploding outward from her womb to tremble down her legs and cinch the entrance of her sex around the wondrous thickness filling her.
Around them, she grew aware of the wind whipping at her hair, a furious chilling burst that rocked her in her chains.
Drago withdrew.
Guy’s arms surrounded her, and he stepped in front of her to press her body to the pillar, protecting her from the wind howling all around them. He pulled away the blindfold.
“What’s wrong?” she shouted.
“I don’t know.”
“This hasn’t happened before?”
He shook his head and held her close. Not that she minded the sudden storm. Something elemental, something primal moved in the swell and howl, and then rain began to fall, lashing at first, then quieting as the wind died away.
Her manacles opened one by one, not by Guy’s hands, which were still stroking her back. Arms falling to her sides, she glanced shyly over Guy’s shoulder to find another man standing there. One with golden, slitted eyes.
His gaze locked with hers, and he bowed slightly at the waist.
“Drago?” she breathed. He was as tall as Guy. In the bright moonlight, she could see his hair was the color of midnight, his skin olive. Each of his features was beautiful—large eyes, heavy winged brows, a chiseled jaw and straight nose.
Guy slowly pulled away his arms and stepped to the side while Drago and Angela eyed each others’ nude bodies. “Something’s different,” Guy said, his voice tense as though he was afraid to hope.
“Something is different,” Drago said, as he flexed his arms. “I can feel it. I am no longer slave to the beast.”
She shivered at that deep, warm timbre she remembered.
“And yet your eyes, Drago,” Guy said, reaching for Drago’s jaw to turn his face. “They are the beast’s.”
Drago frowned, but then the atoll began to shake. “We have to leave!”
Guy grabbed her hand and followed Drago as he ran toward to the bridge.
The ground shook so hard, they stumbled. She fell to her knees, cutting them on the sharp shale, but Guy pulled her up behind him, and dragged her toward the bridge. “We have to get to the keep. Quickly.”
All around them, the brittle shale shook and splintered, snapping. The ground shivered, sifting the rock slates they balanced on as they leapt for firmer footing on the bridge.
They were midway across when the bridge started swaying side to side. She glanced back. The ground had fallen away from the end of the bridge, and the walkway began to tilt toward the ground. She grabbed desperately for a handhold, scratching her fingers. “Guy, we aren’t going to make it!”
A roar thundered, louder than crashing rock, and she glanced back to see Drago, arms outstretched, his face etched with anger. “Why now, you bitch?” he roared. But his form shimmered in the moonlight then expanded in a quiet explosion. Again, the dragon blocked the end bridge that fell away into the deep abyss.
Guy shoved her to the ground. She fell hard, scraping her knees. Then Guy gripped the stone rail at one side. The entire bridge shook violently, slamming Guy against one side then the other and into her. A loud wrenching shudder moved the bridge.
Angela lifted from the ground, and screamed because she realized they were falling...down...down.
Another roar rent the air. She glanced up, to find the dragon falling with them, head pointed downward, its wings folded close to its body. When the animal was so near she feared it would slam into her and Guy, it reached out its taloned paws, gripped each side of the bridge, then expanded its wings. They caught air—so quickly that
Her entire body vibrated with longing, until a sharp sting, interrupted her pleasure. Drago held still inside her. Angela dangled in the chains, afraid she’d somehow failed, but the faint flickering of the end of his tongue, deep inside her, reignited the pleasure. She arched her back and screamed as joy overcame her, exploding outward from her womb to tremble down her legs and cinch the entrance of her sex around the wondrous thickness filling her.
Around them, she grew aware of the wind whipping at her hair, a furious chilling burst that rocked her in her chains.
Drago withdrew.
Guy’s arms surrounded her, and he stepped in front of her to press her body to the pillar, protecting her from the wind howling all around them. He pulled away the blindfold.
“What’s wrong?” she shouted.
“I don’t know.”
“This hasn’t happened before?”
He shook his head and held her close. Not that she minded the sudden storm. Something elemental, something primal moved in the swell and howl, and then rain began to fall, lashing at first, then quieting as the wind died away.
Her manacles opened one by one, not by Guy’s hands, which were still stroking her back. Arms falling to her sides, she glanced shyly over Guy’s shoulder to find another man standing there. One with golden, slitted eyes.
His gaze locked with hers, and he bowed slightly at the waist.
“Drago?” she breathed. He was as tall as Guy. In the bright moonlight, she could see his hair was the color of midnight, his skin olive. Each of his features was beautiful—large eyes, heavy winged brows, a chiseled jaw and straight nose.
Guy slowly pulled away his arms and stepped to the side while Drago and Angela eyed each others’ nude bodies. “Something’s different,” Guy said, his voice tense as though he was afraid to hope.
“Something is different,” Drago said, as he flexed his arms. “I can feel it. I am no longer slave to the beast.”
She shivered at that deep, warm timbre she remembered.
“And yet your eyes, Drago,” Guy said, reaching for Drago’s jaw to turn his face. “They are the beast’s.”
Drago frowned, but then the atoll began to shake. “We have to leave!”
Guy grabbed her hand and followed Drago as he ran toward to the bridge.
The ground shook so hard, they stumbled. She fell to her knees, cutting them on the sharp shale, but Guy pulled her up behind him, and dragged her toward the bridge. “We have to get to the keep. Quickly.”
All around them, the brittle shale shook and splintered, snapping. The ground shivered, sifting the rock slates they balanced on as they leapt for firmer footing on the bridge.
They were midway across when the bridge started swaying side to side. She glanced back. The ground had fallen away from the end of the bridge, and the walkway began to tilt toward the ground. She grabbed desperately for a handhold, scratching her fingers. “Guy, we aren’t going to make it!”
A roar thundered, louder than crashing rock, and she glanced back to see Drago, arms outstretched, his face etched with anger. “Why now, you bitch?” he roared. But his form shimmered in the moonlight then expanded in a quiet explosion. Again, the dragon blocked the end bridge that fell away into the deep abyss.
Guy shoved her to the ground. She fell hard, scraping her knees. Then Guy gripped the stone rail at one side. The entire bridge shook violently, slamming Guy against one side then the other and into her. A loud wrenching shudder moved the bridge.
Angela lifted from the ground, and screamed because she realized they were falling...down...down.
Another roar rent the air. She glanced up, to find the dragon falling with them, head pointed downward, its wings folded close to its body. When the animal was so near she feared it would slam into her and Guy, it reached out its taloned paws, gripped each side of the bridge, then expanded its wings. They caught air—so quickly that
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