to
stabilize myself before I stand and face him. His violet eyes blaze
from his human face.
Smoke trails from his nostrils and
he’s clenching and unclenching his hands. He no longer speaks into
my mind and shouts aloud instead. “It matters not. I tried to
kidnap Bastian’s son. The only dragon child alive. When Laryn’s
bride discovered what I was up to, she tried to stop me. I offered
to exchange her freedom for the child’s. And, my intentions were
not good. After the child flew away, the foolish woman thought to
fight me. She almost paid with her life.” His breathing is deep and
heavy as additional smoke escapes his nostrils. “I’m a despicable
man and an evil dragon. You should not be my friend or anywhere
around me at all. There is no good…” he slams his fist on his
chest, “left inside this heart.” He turns and heads toward his
cabin.
My poor Sarn. I decide to give him
some time alone. He shared many truths with me and we’ve made
headway into our friendship. His pain is so deep the least I can do
is let him come to terms with all he has told me. Even knowing what
he’s capable of, I have no fear of him. I want him like I’ve never
wanted another man. My wolf shivers inside me and I feel her
yearning too. So, I will never transcend to dragon. We are of two
different worlds, but we have time. I would hate to lose out on
what we could have. That includes being more than friends. I never
thought it would be easy to seduce a dragon, but I will
persevere.
Chapter Seven
Sarn
She vexes me so and I need a drink.
She has no idea the danger she faces when around me. Until I told
her what happened, I’d forgotten for a short time. Forgotten the
look and smell of Roxanne’s burned flesh—her whimpers and the
devastation on Laryn’s face when he saw what I’d done to his
bride.
“ Damn she-wolf,” I mutter
again. I finally locate my sweats and storm back to the cabin after
pulling them on. I’m not at all happy when I see her brother
waiting. Are all these beastkind animals without self-preservation?
I need my dragon realm where everyone but other dragons fear and
bow to me. They wouldn’t dare be waiting in front of our homes with
an attitude.
Roland blocks my path when I attempt
to charge past him. If he wants to play, I’ll be happy to oblige.
He’s not quite as tall or as broad as I am, but he’s still a large
guy. Before he suspects what I’m planning, I grab his arm and twist
him around. A firm shove sends him to the ground face first. He
gazes up from the ground with fire in his eyes and blood streaming
from his nose. He spits out a few pine needles and with no
hesitation, he’s up instantly and attacking me. We pummel each
other because it feels good. I could easily win, but I want the
pain his fists offer. And I want to feel my fists sink into flesh.
I’m not experiencing rage; I’m having fun and relieving some of my
hostility.
He doesn’t give up even when he
realizes he can’t possibly win. He’s bloodier than I am and in
obvious pain. He’s scrappy and manages to twist away. His foot
flies up in a kick to the side of my head that I have no time to
block. Blood flies from my lip when his fist makes contact. I shake
my head and he kicks me in the belly. I grab his foot and pull it
upward so he falls to his back with a loud thud. He twists in an
attempt to pull away. If I don’t release his foot, I’ll break it.
It would serve him right if I held on, but I have no intention of
causing severe damage. He takes my momentary lapse and swipes my
legs, which sends me crashing down beside him. I’m ready to jump up
and start again, but his hands fall limp at his sides and I allow
mine to do the same.
“ She’s my sister and I
don’t want her hurt,” he says between gasps for breath.
I’m breathing just as heavily. “I can
understand that and I don’t want to hurt her.” We are both looking
up at the bright blue sky as we speak.
“ But you will,” he
stabilize myself before I stand and face him. His violet eyes blaze
from his human face.
Smoke trails from his nostrils and
he’s clenching and unclenching his hands. He no longer speaks into
my mind and shouts aloud instead. “It matters not. I tried to
kidnap Bastian’s son. The only dragon child alive. When Laryn’s
bride discovered what I was up to, she tried to stop me. I offered
to exchange her freedom for the child’s. And, my intentions were
not good. After the child flew away, the foolish woman thought to
fight me. She almost paid with her life.” His breathing is deep and
heavy as additional smoke escapes his nostrils. “I’m a despicable
man and an evil dragon. You should not be my friend or anywhere
around me at all. There is no good…” he slams his fist on his
chest, “left inside this heart.” He turns and heads toward his
cabin.
My poor Sarn. I decide to give him
some time alone. He shared many truths with me and we’ve made
headway into our friendship. His pain is so deep the least I can do
is let him come to terms with all he has told me. Even knowing what
he’s capable of, I have no fear of him. I want him like I’ve never
wanted another man. My wolf shivers inside me and I feel her
yearning too. So, I will never transcend to dragon. We are of two
different worlds, but we have time. I would hate to lose out on
what we could have. That includes being more than friends. I never
thought it would be easy to seduce a dragon, but I will
persevere.
Chapter Seven
Sarn
She vexes me so and I need a drink.
She has no idea the danger she faces when around me. Until I told
her what happened, I’d forgotten for a short time. Forgotten the
look and smell of Roxanne’s burned flesh—her whimpers and the
devastation on Laryn’s face when he saw what I’d done to his
bride.
“ Damn she-wolf,” I mutter
again. I finally locate my sweats and storm back to the cabin after
pulling them on. I’m not at all happy when I see her brother
waiting. Are all these beastkind animals without self-preservation?
I need my dragon realm where everyone but other dragons fear and
bow to me. They wouldn’t dare be waiting in front of our homes with
an attitude.
Roland blocks my path when I attempt
to charge past him. If he wants to play, I’ll be happy to oblige.
He’s not quite as tall or as broad as I am, but he’s still a large
guy. Before he suspects what I’m planning, I grab his arm and twist
him around. A firm shove sends him to the ground face first. He
gazes up from the ground with fire in his eyes and blood streaming
from his nose. He spits out a few pine needles and with no
hesitation, he’s up instantly and attacking me. We pummel each
other because it feels good. I could easily win, but I want the
pain his fists offer. And I want to feel my fists sink into flesh.
I’m not experiencing rage; I’m having fun and relieving some of my
hostility.
He doesn’t give up even when he
realizes he can’t possibly win. He’s bloodier than I am and in
obvious pain. He’s scrappy and manages to twist away. His foot
flies up in a kick to the side of my head that I have no time to
block. Blood flies from my lip when his fist makes contact. I shake
my head and he kicks me in the belly. I grab his foot and pull it
upward so he falls to his back with a loud thud. He twists in an
attempt to pull away. If I don’t release his foot, I’ll break it.
It would serve him right if I held on, but I have no intention of
causing severe damage. He takes my momentary lapse and swipes my
legs, which sends me crashing down beside him. I’m ready to jump up
and start again, but his hands fall limp at his sides and I allow
mine to do the same.
“ She’s my sister and I
don’t want her hurt,” he says between gasps for breath.
I’m breathing just as heavily. “I can
understand that and I don’t want to hurt her.” We are both looking
up at the bright blue sky as we speak.
“ But you will,” he
Similar Books
