Page 2 of Jurassic Submissive

She just stood there, watching him bide his time until he was ready to devour her.

Bianca was stuck.

And there was nothing she could do about it.

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> Patrick sat in the corner of T. Quila. It was his favorite bar in town, and not just because its name was a play on the type of dinosaur he was: a Tyrannosaurus rex.

No, the reason Patrick liked this bar was much more shallow, much more simple than any of that: he liked the bartender.

Bianca had worked here for almost a year. He knew this because he had been coming here every Wednesday night since she started. While most of the girls who worked at T. Quila were flirty and seductive, eager to sleep with any dinosaur who wanted them, Bianca was different.

Bianca seemed to be immune to their advances.

Patrick wasn't sure if she hated her life or if she just hated shifters, but he was fascinated by her. She moved with an agility and an ease that most dinosaur women didn't possess. He knew she was human: that much was obvious. What he didn't know was why she wouldn't flirt with any of the shifters, why she never took any of the men home with her after work, or why she always had a glint of sadness behind her deep, dark eyes.

She held last call and most of the bar patrons began to make their way to the door, but one man in particular did not. He sat at the bar with his back to Patrick, but it didn't matter. Patrick knew perfectly well who he was.

Hank.

The Alioramus was nothing compared to Patrick, but that didn't stop the dinosaur from giving him hell as often as possible. Patrick didn't blame him. Not really. Hank was still mad about that business years ago when Patrick had fucked Hank's little sister. The Velociraptor had been gorgeous and smooth, soft and tough in all the right ways. As a young shifter male in the throes of puberty, he hadn't been able to resist her.

When Hank found out, he had vowed never to forgive Patrick for "tainting" his sister.

Little did he knew that Erica had already been "tainted" by every other male in their school. Patrick had been the last in a long string of one-night stands. While he didn't mind being last, he did mind being the one who took the blame for all of Erica's shortcomings.

Still, it had been over a decade.

Surely Hank should have gotten over that by now.

Patrick knew, however, it was wishful thinking to expect that the dinosaur could do something as human as forgive. Hank was far more beastly and feral than anyone in town wanted to admit. Patrick wondered how long it would be before Hank pissed off the wrong dino and found himself at the bottom of someone's stomach.

He watched from the corner of the bar as Bianca stood her own. She was beautiful and strong. She held her head up and her shoulders back as she spoke quietly with Hank. Patrick couldn't quite make out the words, but then he saw Bianca's hand shift.

The tranquilizer gun.

He knew she kept one there. He had been the one who insisted on it when she and her human sister, Addie, began working at the tavern. Though most dinosaur women could hold their own in battle against the males, he didn't want to think about a human woman being put at risk simply because of her size.

Why was she reaching for the gun?

What had Hank just said to her?

Patrick rose as Bianca's countenance changed. Suddenly, she didn't look so put-together. Suddenly, she looked afraid.

Very afraid.

Then Patrick noticed the scales beginning to creep out from under Hank's shirt and he realized what was happening.

Hank was going to shift and he was going to take Bianca.

There was no doubt in Patrick's mind as to why Hank would choose tonight, of all nights, to try something with Bianca. He knew Patrick fancied her. He knew Patrick had taken a vested interest in her wellbeing, even going so far as to warn the other men to stay away from her.

But now Hank was taking things too far.

He was going to hurt Bianca and there was no way in hell Patrick would ever let that happen. He shifted quickly and silently before lunging at Hank's back.

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