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man.
Mortification almost overwhelmed me, but anger won and simmered
slowly. I wish I could roar and eject fire. The jerk tricked me.
The longer I thought about it, the more devious my thoughts
turned.
    Payback was a bitch.
    ***
    Bastian
    My rage centered on my own stupidity. I’d
snuck into my bedroom and heard the splash of the bath. She’d left
the door open a crack, and once I looked inside, some unseen energy
drew me closer. She pleasured herself—her nipples stiff peaks, her
body arching up seeking a deeper penetration with her finger.
    I wanted it.
    Wanted to be the first inside that tight
passage.
    She’d stopped, but I had no way of knowing
if I was too late. It was stupid really. I knew the rules unfair
for the claiming brides. Hell, we dragons had made those rules out
of jealousy. I’m not sure which of us would actually kill the
families of those who broke the decree. We’d never faced the
predicament. Our brides always proved virgins. This was why the
annoying females needed quick deflowering. Sarn, Laryn, and Tahr,
my brethren, argued with me continually. I had a problem with
taking an unwilling bride before she settled. I’d learned through
trial and error that if human females had a mental connection, they
took to bedroom activity with more zest.
    My talons clicked on the stone. Sucking in
air, I noticed the putrid odor of decaying animals. My thirty-two
year period of mourning had turned me into a slob. I gathered the
first pile, which was harder to pick up now that I’d smashed the
bones. I flew my garbage out of the upper parapet. It took hours,
but I cleaned the tower and finally sanitized the floor and walls
with fire.
    Black soot now coated the room, but the odor
was more pleasing. My anger dissipated while I swam in the closest
lake and removed the smell of death that clung to my scales.
Cleaning my mess gave me a clearer view of what I wanted, and a
certain young human was at the top of my list.

Chapter Eight
     
    Acasia
    I lay in bed working to keep my breathing
even. Where did he stay while I slept? For my plan to work he
needed to stay in the room next to mine. It was hours later that I
heard someone open my door. It closed softly. I waited another hour
before slipping through the bathing and garment rooms, entering his
chamber. In the soft glow of light from the moons, I could see he
slept on his side, facing away from me, a powerful arm cast over
his head. The bedding dipped at his waist, and a firm ass cheek
caught my attention. This was only the second time in my life I had
seen a totally unclothed man. Him standing naked and watching me in
the bathing chamber being the first. As a claiming bride, the male
body was hidden from me. When older women spoke quietly of
erections and the changing male body, I could only imagine the
phenomenon. It was almost like I was born with a brand on my
forehead.
    No self-control; cannot see naked man.
    He was beautifully muscled. I’d seen strong
male arms and even a stolen glimpse of a male chest, but nothing
like what I was looking at. My mouth watered. If I wasn’t careful,
I would drool.
    I crept closer until I could see the rise
and fall of his chest. I lifted my knee to the bed, my hand
tentatively going out. Before I touched him, his body came alive
and my shriek filled the room. I was now on my back staring into
the darkest eyes I’d ever seen.
    “What are you doing here female?”
    His full lips spoke in my dragon’s voice. I
hadn’t accepted the notion before because my mind didn’t understand
the magic, didn’t accept the impossible.
    “I ca… came to see you.”
    I was naked. His eyes raked down the upper
part of my chest. The bottom half of his body covered me below and
I knew he could feel me. And I felt the hardness of his cock
against my belly.
    His gaze lifted and red sparks sizzled in
his dark eyes. “You should not sneak into the chamber of a strange
man,” he said gruffly.
    I put as much helpless female intonation in
my