Page 131 of Centaur Bolt

Then with a tremendous cracking of fractured wood, he came straight at me from above. Dirt and leaves exploded as his feet thumped down on each side of me. He enveloped me with his wings and carried me to the ground.

I twisted and met his metallic copper eyes. Untamed and wild, they gleamed with triumph.

The Dragon in me seized control—she tilted my head back and offered him my throat. He took it in his razor-sharp teeth, but my scales had been designed for them. They hooked in without hurting me. Then he leaped for the sky and carried me with him.

As we rose, I was aware of his spicy scent—so male. It entwined with my own, driving me wild. His strong forelimbs locked around me, his hind gripping my hips as we climbed. And climbed. We shot through the clouds into the moonlight, and still, his powerful wings carried us up. Until the air grew cold, and our breath frosted our scales.

With every beat of his wings, the heat within me grew. By the time he leveled off and hovered beneath the stars, my entire body vibrated with desire. My scent sharpened, and his matched it.

He released my throat. I hung suspended in his taloned embrace, staring into coppery eyes that reflected only the beast. When I rubbed my head alongside his, he began to rumble.

And then he folded his wings, and we fell.

The human in me would have panicked, but the Dragon thrilled in the rush of air blasting past us. Havoc wound his neck around my own, pulling me closer. Our tails entwined, and I felt the tremendous heat of him as it slid along my inner thigh.

I opened my legs and welcomed him home.

With a single thrust, he took the invitation. Slid full length within me, his tail pulling us so close, we became like one. A star, falling from the heavens, while we writhed together. Every fiber of me was focused on the slick slide, the push and pull, as I tightened around him.

We shattered as the ground rushed toward us. Havoc opened his jaws and roared.

For a heart-stopping moment, I thought we’d slam into the forest below. But then my red Dragon spread his wings, and with a crackle of trapped air, we leveled off to soar past the trees.

While I lay coiled against him, he took us into the mountains.

43

Rafael

Laila slid her hot tongue along my shaft—my head fell back as I tried to ignore what Aurora and Finn were doing. I closed my eyes, and suddenly, I was flying.

Confusing, especially as I wasn’t alone in this vision. My jaws clutched the throat of a Dragon—no, a Dragona. Lithe and graceful, her scales shone yellow in the moonlight.

Her scent swirled around me, and somehow, I knew who it was. Riley was a Dragon?

The massive arms holding her gleamed red—Havoc. I was Havoc, carrying Riley to the stars.

I was only peripherally aware of Laila’s hot tongue at work, or the bloodmagic being pumped to me from Aurora as she and Finn tortured the hapless male strapped to the closest device.

My consciousness was wrapped up with the Dragon’s. I gasped as they fell from the sky. Writhing ever closer, until—

My body tightened. With a cry, I humped Laila’s face, and then shattered along with Havoc and Riley.

I was still locked with them when Isobel strode into the dungeon. With a stab of pure terror, I yanked free from the connection.

She frowned at me, as though she sensed something, but then she looked at Aurora instead.

The knot in my gut twisted tight, and I knew what she was going to say before she said it.

“I’ve heard from our new young Centaur.” Her lips curled into a smile. “We’re good to go.”

44

Havoc

I carried Riley into mountains painted silver by the moon.

What I needed to do was put her down and walk away. Brock’s Dragons were after me, not her. I was risking her, by staying.

---