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shifter romance,
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Forbidden Love,
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BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance
she would sit by like some damsel in distress while three testosterone-pumped men duke it out, they were sorely mistaken.
“Maybe you forgot, but you’re all guests in my place.” She let the flames recede then jacked a thumb around to encompass their surroundings. Snow flurries trickled in through the door that stood ajar. With slow steps, the white powder crunch underfoot as she walked up to Caden’s wolf, who currently stood with his lips curled back and fangs on full display, and softly rested a hand on his neck. A low rumbled growl held the dragons in their place, but anything could set off the tightly wound tension when it came to them enforcing their laws.
“Easy, Caden. The dragons mean no harm.” She shot them with a pointed glare, her hand at the ready with her witch’s fire. Hopefully Caden could read her energy as well as hear her words better than his human counterpart and feel she was in no danger with the dragons. They only gave an uninterested shrug in answer.
“I think you should be on your way before something we all regret happens here tonight. We can handle our arrangement at another time.”
“Out of respect for your kind, we’ll take no offense through the actions of your mate.” Clairvoyants were regarded with high reverence by the dragons. Her aunts had taught her they believed her kind as blessed guardians of the otherworldlies. A role she took too lightly until tonight.
Both men took a step back to mirror their words. Their eyes were bright with an ancient power that rolled off them in waves to smash against everything in its wake. If she didn’t know any better, she’d bet they did it on purpose.
She gave a half smile. They thought Caden was her mate? Ha! What a hoot! The minute she spied his cruiser beneath the old willow tree earlier tonight she knew there would be some fast-talking to do in her immediate future if she didn’t want the sheriff’s cuffs to clink around her wrists for real this time. Lovers or not, he had a job to do.
“Good, because you two are the cause of this ruckus. Your fly-by show did nothin’ but give him good reason to bite y’all in the asses.” That brought a smile to dragon boy number two’s face, making her palm twitch.
Dragon boy number one dipped his head in acknowledgment. Good boy.
“We’ve come to inquire about the matter we spoke on the other day.”
What was it about dragons? So cryptic and formal. Or was that just with these two?
She could do cryptic if she had to. “It’s been dealt with.” She gave a slight nod to the half-empty vial on the counter. Her well-meaning sidekick, as it were, deepened his growl when they moved to where she signaled. “Let them be, Caden.” Her hand slipped from the scruff of Caden’s neck to rest on his back and caused him to settle, if only slightly.
“And the substance?”
She cocked a brow. “No need to play coy, boys. You know damn well what happened to the substance.” When a shifter’s blood was used in spell-work, they knew. Just like they knew when one of their own was in mortal danger. It pulled at an invisible connection they shared that linked them all together. Much the same way all dragon folk could communicate on sound waves that no other being—otherworldly or otherwise—could tune into for a listen. Not mind to mind, just a different frequency of hearing.
Their expressions turned grim and the way they made eye contact told her they were using their secret radio now. Dragon boy number one, turned slowly to face her and Caden.
“Before you go getting your wings all bent outta shape, it was an accident.” That she conveniently left out that to her coven sisters used a few drops tonight, did no harm, no foul. “The way I figure, the tally of favors is about even, but if I need bail money after tonight,” She gave a chin nod toward the sheriff. “You two better be ready to dive into your hoard. Oh, and by the way, virgin maidens aren’t considered currency. Just
Daniel Forrester, Mark Solomon