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Authors: Tamara Rose Blodgett, Marata Eros
say, sarcasm like thick honey on my tongue.
The corners of his lips turn up.
I shove him good-naturedly in the chest and he stumbles back. “Hey!”
“Let's go, ya brute.”
I wink.
He glowers.
10
Talyn
“So— what ? Duncan was always a derelict criminal, bent on kidnapping me?”
Drake's head kicks back, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “Pretty much.”
I sigh, tipping my head back against the wall. “The whole ʻasking me out on a dateʼ after work out at the gym?”
“Ruse,” he replies in a bored tone.
“God.”
“Not a believer, I'm afraid.”
I narrow my gaze at him. Like Merck, this guy is super-tall, built like a pro-wrestler and maybe he'd even be attractive.
Except for the scales.
And probably a forked tongue. Wait a minute— does he breathe fire ?
I shiver.
Drake sees my reaction and smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
I'm so thrilled by his amusement. I shake off my curiosity for the moment. “You know, I think you shifters have to change into an animal that actually exists. It has to be a rule somewhere.”
A smile hovers at his lips. “And you're the authority on shapeshifters.”
“No,” I say defensively, “but in our world's ecosystem, I've never heard a breath of dragons as a real species. It's just bad science fiction.”
Drake's eyebrow cocks. “Really?”
He paces away, and I admire his wonderful body. In the middle of being a hostage, a crushing warmth steals my breath, piping through my system like lava.
I groan.
Drake whirls, staring intently at me, his concern is evident. “You're close.” His nostrils flare and a disconcerting twitch of his strange yet delicately constructed ears flicks. A rainbow waterfall like a shadow of colors ripples over his flesh head to toe.
I wheeze.
“Get these restraints off me!” I say loudly, denying my sexual needs.
Drake's hands fist, his eyes furtively moving about the room.
“Please,” I beg. My crotch is on fire, I'm exhausted and dirty and so low from lack of hope I can taste it.
He seems to come to a decision and extracts a knife from his back pocket. The blade flicks out with a smooth movement of his hand.
My eyes widen at the reflection of the metal.
With large eyes and a speeding heart, I watch him come.
I went too far, I demanded, and now the Dragon shifter guy—Mutable, whatever—has decided I'm more trouble than I'm worth.
“Don't hurt me.”
He comes to stand in front of me then sinks to his haunches.
A single tear swells, tipping over the rim of my eye.
“Don't.” My voice is hoarse, my terror rides my skin, raising goose flesh everywhere clothes don't touch.
Instead of answering, Drake leans forward, his arms going behind my body. I instinctively tense just as he gives off an odor unlike anything I've ever smelled.
I relax instantly. It's air and sea and earth, wind along my nose. His scent is all these things and more.
The pressure of the ties snaps off my wrists and my aching arms fall forward. His hands move down first one shin.
“Ah,” I gurgle embarrassingly in response to his touch.
Cut.
Then the next.
When my legs are free he grasps my hands and lifts me to my feet. I come to his shoulder.
Fear sweeps in again.
More of Drake's sweet scent pumps into the air around us, assailing my nostrils, and I find myself falling forward. Into his arms.
At his mercy.
My intellect batters at the new scent drunk closing in. I'm drowning—and I like it.
I don't notice the commotion at first. When my feet leave the ground, my arms automatically tuck against a broad, muscular chest.
My face rolls to the flat muscles of his chest and I inhale deeply.
His scent is a drug, and I'm an addict.
A sudden crack breaks through my lethargy. My head jerks up and I peer out of the arms that hold me.
Merck and Arden burst into the room.
Oh, I think through the fog.
And they're not alone.
Enforcer Adrienne and her companion—a vampire by the looks of him—have arrived.
The cavalry is
The corners of his lips turn up.
I shove him good-naturedly in the chest and he stumbles back. “Hey!”
“Let's go, ya brute.”
I wink.
He glowers.
10
Talyn
“So— what ? Duncan was always a derelict criminal, bent on kidnapping me?”
Drake's head kicks back, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “Pretty much.”
I sigh, tipping my head back against the wall. “The whole ʻasking me out on a dateʼ after work out at the gym?”
“Ruse,” he replies in a bored tone.
“God.”
“Not a believer, I'm afraid.”
I narrow my gaze at him. Like Merck, this guy is super-tall, built like a pro-wrestler and maybe he'd even be attractive.
Except for the scales.
And probably a forked tongue. Wait a minute— does he breathe fire ?
I shiver.
Drake sees my reaction and smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
I'm so thrilled by his amusement. I shake off my curiosity for the moment. “You know, I think you shifters have to change into an animal that actually exists. It has to be a rule somewhere.”
A smile hovers at his lips. “And you're the authority on shapeshifters.”
“No,” I say defensively, “but in our world's ecosystem, I've never heard a breath of dragons as a real species. It's just bad science fiction.”
Drake's eyebrow cocks. “Really?”
He paces away, and I admire his wonderful body. In the middle of being a hostage, a crushing warmth steals my breath, piping through my system like lava.
I groan.
Drake whirls, staring intently at me, his concern is evident. “You're close.” His nostrils flare and a disconcerting twitch of his strange yet delicately constructed ears flicks. A rainbow waterfall like a shadow of colors ripples over his flesh head to toe.
I wheeze.
“Get these restraints off me!” I say loudly, denying my sexual needs.
Drake's hands fist, his eyes furtively moving about the room.
“Please,” I beg. My crotch is on fire, I'm exhausted and dirty and so low from lack of hope I can taste it.
He seems to come to a decision and extracts a knife from his back pocket. The blade flicks out with a smooth movement of his hand.
My eyes widen at the reflection of the metal.
With large eyes and a speeding heart, I watch him come.
I went too far, I demanded, and now the Dragon shifter guy—Mutable, whatever—has decided I'm more trouble than I'm worth.
“Don't hurt me.”
He comes to stand in front of me then sinks to his haunches.
A single tear swells, tipping over the rim of my eye.
“Don't.” My voice is hoarse, my terror rides my skin, raising goose flesh everywhere clothes don't touch.
Instead of answering, Drake leans forward, his arms going behind my body. I instinctively tense just as he gives off an odor unlike anything I've ever smelled.
I relax instantly. It's air and sea and earth, wind along my nose. His scent is all these things and more.
The pressure of the ties snaps off my wrists and my aching arms fall forward. His hands move down first one shin.
“Ah,” I gurgle embarrassingly in response to his touch.
Cut.
Then the next.
When my legs are free he grasps my hands and lifts me to my feet. I come to his shoulder.
Fear sweeps in again.
More of Drake's sweet scent pumps into the air around us, assailing my nostrils, and I find myself falling forward. Into his arms.
At his mercy.
My intellect batters at the new scent drunk closing in. I'm drowning—and I like it.
I don't notice the commotion at first. When my feet leave the ground, my arms automatically tuck against a broad, muscular chest.
My face rolls to the flat muscles of his chest and I inhale deeply.
His scent is a drug, and I'm an addict.
A sudden crack breaks through my lethargy. My head jerks up and I peer out of the arms that hold me.
Merck and Arden burst into the room.
Oh, I think through the fog.
And they're not alone.
Enforcer Adrienne and her companion—a vampire by the looks of him—have arrived.
The cavalry is