He was gone when she woke. Izobelle snapped to full wakefulness, took a moment to listen, and rose to her feet. She left the cabin, taking a few precious seconds to shed her clothing, rolling pants and blouse into a ball she could pick up with her maw. Shifting, relieved that she could again control her own body, she ran.
Her coordination wasn’t what it should be, the lingering physical effects of the drug muddling her run. So she was slow. Slower than normal, she somehow knew.
Slow enough that when the Boar roared in the distance, she stumbled, startled. Unprepared for the unadulterated fury of the sound. She cursed, albeit in her mind, and pressed forward. Izobelle didn’t even know where she was going. Instinct had her heading north. No time to climb a tree to determine her surroundings, not with him following behind. And gaining ground, even as her paws began to slow. Stumbled over branches, rough earth treacherous as her energy began to flag.
Damn. She’d made a youngling mistake, overestimating her strength instead of biding her time. But the inner urgency to leave, to get home-wherever it was-spurred her. She didn’t know the faces of her children, but burrowed deep in her heart was the memory of them.
The rasp of her own breath assailed her ears. Head drooping, exhaustion caused her to stumbled sideways into a tree. Hard, pulling bark from the trunk with the weight of her fall. She scrambled, clumsy, to her feet. And the Boar caught her.
Roared again as she whirled, rising on hind legs with the last of her strength, snarling. He rammed into her, meaty paws boulder on her shoulders. Bear had enough meat on her bones that the fall was cushioned. But Izo objected to his fangs snapping at her throat, demanding her submission.
Damn him. Couldn’t swear in the Other’s form. Her body slid into human shape, the male above her echoing her shift with his own until they both lay, sweating and furious, glaring at each other.
“You… female,” he said, voice harsh, pinning her wrists above her head. “You can’t even run! And where were you going?”
She would not give in to the tears of frustration, a grown female with children. She would not let this male see her turmoil.
“Get off me, you jackass. My cubs-”
“Can take care of themselves so their mother can get well enough not to get herself killed!”
His breath smelled like fish and whatever green thing he’d been chewing on to clean his teeth. She hoped hers stank. She twisted underneath him. How fucking clichéd, trapped naked under an angry male like the vapid heroine of a romance novel. She snapped at him, aiming for tender throat flesh. For a second actually trying to sever the jugular.
Malvin was fast, countering her move. He flipped her, pinning her arms beneath her stomach, her cheek flat on the ground.
“I’ll let you up when you can be civilized,” he said in her ear.
Izobelle grit her teeth. He lied. The hard length of his cock swelled in the crevice of her ass. The male didn’t want to let her up, he probably wanted to finish the fight and sink his dick inside her pussy.
“Really? Is that what you want? To let me up?” She ground her ass against him, taunting. “I don’t think so.”
His weight settled into her. “Unless you’re offering, female, you’ll want to stop teasing me.”
“No one told you to come after me.”
He swore, a string of foul words no lady should be subjected to. “If only you were… biddable. But I had to pick the one female on the continent with more power than common sense.”
She raised her head, sharply. “Power? What kind of power?”
Malvin snorted. “Of course that would get your attention. Well? Are you going to behave or are we going to fuck?”
Did he feel so free to be crude because of her age and maturity or because he was angry?
Izobelle closed her eyes, sorely tempted. She’d been avoiding, as best she could, her own feelings since she’d first woke in the hut. Pushing back desire. Expending an unhealthy amount of effort when she had the feeling she was normally a lusty female who felt no compunction about satisfying her desires.
But this wasn’t a male to toy with. And if she took him, would she be able to get rid of him after?
Would she want to?
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Keeping His Dragon
Sizzling hot dragon shifter romance that will set you ablaze.
by Elianne Adams
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