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Incinerating.
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Trying to redress was a bit of a joke. Tyson had tossed her jeans too near the surf,
and they were thoroughly damp and sand-covered. He d also ripped the zipper toggle
clean off in his urgency to undress her. She held them up, giving him a pointed look.
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He shrugged.  What can I say? I m an animal?
She rolled her eyes.  No, you re a reptile. That still doesn t mean you can damage
all my clothes every time we bonk.
He laughed, swiping his hands over his sand-flecked knees.  Does it help if I say
I m ridiculously rich and will buy you a new pair of jeans every time I break a zipper
while yanking them from your delectable body so I can fuck you senseless?
Sera gave him a wide grin.  Oh, well in that case, break away any time you like.
He laughed again, his eyes twinkling before, with a shudder she felt in her core and
a blinding flare of shimmering golden light, he transformed.
The massive dragon looked at her, stretched wings just as massive and thumped his
tail.
Sera chuckled, then grimaced as she shoved her legs into the damp jeans. She really
looked silly, what with the front gaping open, but at least she would be dressed sort
of when they landed back in the Gap s car park. As much as she loved the idea of
riding naked on Tyson s back, she didn t love the idea of riding his bike barelegged
through the streets of Sydney. They did have to get home somehow, after all.
Yanking at both sides of her fly, she cast her sand-dusted legs a woeful look. Well, if
nothing else, she was trendy. The grungy-surfer look was a popular one at the moment,
if the hordes of teenage girls visiting the zoo every day were anything to go by.
At the thought of the zoo, Sera s cheeks filled with heat. Tomorrow she would go to
work to tend to Puff and spend every freaking minute thinking about her real dragon.
How on earth was she going to last the day without rushing to the loo to relieve the
A hot fan of air tickled the backs of her legs and she turned around, finding Tyson
crouched behind her, head lowered, wings spread.
 Okay, okay, I get the message. She moved to his shoulders and climbed onto his
neck, settling herself astride his muscled form.  You just better be in a rush to get home
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so we can& how did you put it? Experience the rapture of fucking each other senseless
again?
He lifted his head and stretched his neck to face her, regarding her with a steady
gold-green gaze before the flattened spines between her thighs grew a little stiffer,
pressing at her still-sensitive folds and clit through the denim of her jeans.
She wriggled against the wholly pleasurable contact.  Good.
The spines stiffened a little more, pressing at not just her sex but her arse as well.
She let out a soft moan. Her dragon s eyes shimmered in response and then, with
almost silent swipes of his majestic wings, they were airborne.
He took the long way back to the Gap s deserted car park, a gloriously wonderful
flight involving low, sweeping glides over the water s surface and graceful arcs high in
the sky. It truly was amazing, and Sera found herself just as aroused by the flight as she
was the thought of Tyson s naked human body moving inside hers. Her pussy tingled
and her nipples pinched tight. Flame-proof sheets or not, when they got home his
place or hers, it didn t matter she was jumping his bones. Jumping his bones, bonking
him silly and fucking him senseless. Maybe even all three.
The deliciously wanton thought was still tickling her funny bone when they landed
in the wide clearing next to the cliff face. She laughed, swinging her leg over his neck to
slide from his body. Her feet hit the ground, her hands trailing over his scaly shoulder
as she lifted her face to smile at him.
At the very second a soft thwak sounded behind her and a long, thick arrow was
suddenly jutting from the crimson beauty of Tyson s chest scales, as if it burst out of his
body from within.
Her dragon threw back his head and screeched, a deafening wail that ripped the
silent night apart. The bolt trembled in his body, bright green blood seeping from the
puncture with sickening ease.
Sera froze for barely a heartbeat then spun around. Her heart slammed into her
throat and she let out a strangled gasp.
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Oh fuck!
The little old lady from the Bondi Beach esplanade was running toward them from
the far side of the car park, pink lips pulled into a hideously gleeful grin, coke-bottle
glasses crocked on her face, a wicked-looking, three-stringed silver crossbow gripped in
her gnarled hands.
The old lady last seen lying unconscious on Sera s hallway floor.
The old lady who wasn t just an old lady, but an Extraho Venator.
Show the fuck had she found them?
Sera spun back to Tyson, a scream tearing from her throat. The dragon swung his
head toward her, the silver bolt in his chest now somehow glowing&
Tyson threw back his head and roared again, so loud Sera slapped her hands to her
ears. A shudder rippled over his body and fresh blood gushed from around the bolt.
No no no!
 Tyson! she screamed, her heart smashing against her breastbone.  Go! Get away!
His iridescent gaze locked on hers and everything slowed down. Slowed while a
lifetime of thoughts whipped through her mind in the time it took her frantic heart to
manage a single beat.
A lifetime of isolation, of loneliness. Of never feeling connected to anyone, of
finding her only solace by working with reptiles. The rapture of being kissed by Tyson
on Bondi Beach, of feeling his heat, of watching him fly. The ecstasy of riding his
strength, of being engulfed by his fire. Of loving him after only a day, of needing him,
knowing she couldn t live without him. Knowing he was hers and she was his forever.
Unless someone killed him, unless someone did the impossible and took him from
her&
No!
Her Fire Mate s eyes shimmered white-yellow as he trained his gaze on the Extraho
Venator and let out a deafening screech, wings spreading, teeth baring. Sera s stomach
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rolled. The strong ocean breezes ripped through her hair like brutal fingers and she
screamed at Tyson to get away, to fly, even as she heard another taut thwack from
behind her.
NO!
A second bolt silver and black and sharp sliced through the air barely an inch
from her head. Sera s hair tore at her scalp as the bolt s speed sucked it into its wake
and even that was slow. Impossibly slow. Hideously slow. So slow she could see it
piercing the night. Heading for her dragon. Her lover. Tyson.
She opened her mouth and screamed again, lunging forward. Throwing herself
through the impossibly thick sludge of air between her and Tyson. Fighting physics to
stop the second crossbow bolt from spearing into his body&
And he lurched aside, one massive wing swiping forward to deflect the bow, a
spray of blood spurting from the stretched membrane where the bolt s tip had sliced
him before falling to the ground.
Behind her, the old lady let out a vicious hiss stream of curses.
Cold, furious grief consumed Sera.
Controlled her.
She spun away from Ty, fists balled, jaw clenched, and ran at the Extraho Venator.
Ready to kill the old bitch.
She crashed into the woman just as the hunter was bringing up the cocked silver
crossbow once again.
It was like slamming into a sponge-covered skeleton. Sera drove her shoulder
straight into the dragon hunter s bony chest, driving her backward. The woman let out
a furious shout, glasses falling from her face, but before she could right herself, Sera [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]