the windows... and Kristof grinned. “Oh, you’re in the shit now, Casey.” He snickered as he leveled a sneering gaze on his ex-lover. “You just bit off far, far more than you can chew. Big. Mistake.”
Casey straightened as he glanced around, obviously listening as another roar swirled around the area.
To Kristof, the noise sounded like a cross between an animal’s roar—a massive animal, dragon maybe—and the angry, shrill cries of the autumn wind. His heart quickened at the noise, and his pulse spiked. But it wasn’t in trepidation—it was in anticipation.
That’s my lover.
Just as the noise stopped rattling the window-panes, a crazy breeze swept through the enclosed loft space. It ruffled Kristof’s hair and caressed his exposed skin. Instead of chilling him, it warmed him and even turned him on.
Holy shit!
“Agnoroth,” Kristof gasped, his blood flooding his groin and causing his prick to lengthen.
“What the hell?” Casey whispered, staring around wide-eyed.
“Meet my lover.” Kristof grinned widely, smug satisfaction flooding him even though he was still the one tied to the bed. “Agnoroth. Air dragon and fucking awesomely possessive lover.”
Casey first stared at him as if he was nuts... then his eyes widened. “A-Air d-dragon?” His expression conveyed his disbelief.
Directly behind Casey, Agnoroth’s form coalesced... as if his particles were being carried on the wind. While the dragon’s speaking voice was a surprisingly high tenor, his growl was low, mean, and all dragon.
“Air dragon,” Agnoroth whispered, anger flooding his tone. When he flicked his gaze to Kristof, his tone was immediately tempered, kind even. “Are you okay, my mate?”
“I’m okay... thanks to you.”
Casey screamed, but it wasn’t a fearful sound. Instead, it was full of rage. “No, damn you! If I can’t have Kristof, no one can!” Spinning the shears in his hand, he returned his feral-eyed gaze to Kristof. He held the shears aloft as if they were a knife, obviously preparing to bring them down on him. “Die, motherfucker!”
Even as Casey raised the shears higher, Agnoroth was there in a flash... almost as if air bent around him, or he was air itself. He grabbed Casey’s wrist with one hand while snagging his throat with the other. His hands weren’t hands, but the iridescent-scaled claws that had caressed Kristof so carefully the day before.
They weren’t so careful now.
The white talons sank deep into Casey’s flesh. Blood sprayed across the covers, Kristof’s flesh, and the walls. At the same time, Kristof stared into the vertically slitted eyes of his dragon.
Within seconds, Casey’s throat had been yanked from him, and his body had been thrown across the room. Agnoroth picked up the shears and stalked after the fallen man. Spinning them in his grip, he struck, sinking the pointed ends deep into Casey’s chest.
Agnoroth straightened and whirled. His dragon eyes swept over Kristof’s form as he stalked closer. When he reached him, his sharp claws easily slashed through the ropes.
Then Agnoroth wrapped Kristof in his arms. “My mate, my heart, my forever soul,” he cried as tingles that could only be the dragon’s magick danced across his skin.
“Yours,” Kristof cried, clinging to his lover. “I knew you’d come.”
“Always.”
Then their forms seemed to swirl and blur and fly, and sensations that Kristof couldn’t even begin to describe swept through him. He found himself outside the loft, clutched safely in Agnoroth’s arms. As his lover soared them through the air, he reveled in how the wind whipped so perfectly through his hair and around his body.
Kristof clung, ecstasy thrumming through him. His dragon flew him to safety, their forms hidden by his magick, and he relished every wild second of it.
And I can’t wait for the rest of my life’s wild ride...
About the Charlie Richards
Charlie started writing fantasy when she was eight, and after stumbling onto her first erotic romance at age nineteen, she realized her true calling. She now focuses on writing gay erotic romance, normally of the paranormal variety, with heroes of all kinds. With the help and support of her husband, Charlie finally fulfilled one of her life-long goals... move to acreage with her horses. You can often find her curled up with her laptop and a cup of tea or glass of wine, creating her next adventure. Charlie enjoys exploring the mountains of her new Oregon home on horseback, 4-wheeler, or motorcycle.
She can be reached at ch.richards2010yahoo
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Halloween Sabotage
Wyoming Shifters Short Stories Book 2
By
Catherine Lievens
Who’s sabotaging the Halloween party?
Griffith’s plan was simple—organize a Halloween party for the kids who live in the shelter where he volunteers.