The Dragon's Woman
Part of the Fated series
Ebook
© Shiloh Walker
Sunning himself in the field, Eilrah lifted his face to the sky
and stretched, feeling the muscles inside his powerful body
unfurl, the tension of the past weeks slowly draining out.
Well, some of it. Not all. All of it would not leave until he
gave into the urge to find himself a female and mate...a thick
plume of smoke drifted from his nares and a rumble rose from
deep in his chest. Sexual need rose inside, taut, palpable,
heavy. He ached, he hungered, something he hadn’t truly
experienced until he had bonded with his priestess.
Not in any of the forms he wore.
Never, never had he realized what would happen when he bonded so
deeply with Eiona and Kye all those years ago. Granted, he was
a young dragon, and had not taken a priestess bond before. You
would think one of the elders would share such knowledge
with him...
Certainly would have made his life a bit easier over the past
few years, if he had known what to expect. The first time it
had happened, he hadn’t fought it, even though he didn’t know
what was happening. It was magick—magick was a part of him and
he had always accepted it.
But when the magick cleared and he could see through the
glittering red smoke that had wrapped around him, he was much
much closer to the ground than he had ever been. From a
height of nearly fifty feet, not even six. The scales of ruby
red were gone and instead, he had worn smooth, human skin.
And he had ached.
For a while, he had fought the urge to change but when he did,
it brought pain, physical pain. Eventually, he stopped fighting
and followed his instincts.
It had been instinct that had brought him to this clearing in
the forest this morning, instead of flying further away.
As he stretched out, he caught a scent.
The rich scent of woman drifted to him and Eilrah lifted his
head, tantalized.
Hmmm...tasty.
Rich, spicy, young.
Familiar, powerful. Eilrah was drawn, entirely too drawn, and
too damn hungry to continue ignoring such a fine, ripe scent.
Stretching out with his mind, he made sure none were in the
forest around them–
And released the other inside him.
Ripples of magick burst through the clearing, and inside him,
thick, hot and potent. A fine red mist roses just above his
scales and they started to shimmer and dissolve, his form
shrinking and condensing down as heat raced along his skin,
through him and he threw his head back, trumpeting to the sky.
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