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they are cinched and weak.
My head hangs heavy, and I drop to the sandy beach, paralyzed with shock as the ocean crashes over me.
I remain awake, forcing it, as the world grows bigger, all while a picture of the woman with dark hair, her hand almost upon my face, remains with me. It is that image that keeps me from darkness.
Revenge, the idea of vengeance, clouds that moment. It is because of her that I am breaking… It is because of this human my curiosity was driven to the brink. I have destroyed my cave for a femdragon I didn’t mate. I have lost everything I waited for. Wanted dearly.
Soon, a single wave drenches me wholly, completely, and the salt of the water finally loosens a growl of torment from my throat. It leaks into my wounds, stinging.
I have new hands and long legs; I am cold and wet. So much pain, I squint the water out of my eyes, and rising, stumbling on hands and knees, I try to brace myself on soft, weak feet. But waves rush me again and again and I’m forced to crawl farther onto the shore. Only when I reach the sand do I peer down at the place on my chest that burns. Blood trails from deep wounds that have yet to close.
Thunder rumbles, and it is quieter now in my new ears. Wiping my eyes, I find my sharp draconid vision gone.
But I notice a shape on the sand ahead of me, moving stiffly, using the cliff face to stand. It stumbles but rises again.
The human.
She is turned away from me. Long, wet black hair is plastered down the curves of her back, her rump.
“You,” I growl. My anger builds, seeing her.
She does not seem to hear me. I claw my way toward her without her noticing. “You,” my voice lowers. I feel this human to my very core. I am privy to her struggles and the bruising on her flesh.
It hurts, but I ignore her aches.
Right behind her, I rise and grab her wet coverings. I lose my balance and we fall to the ground. She yelps. She kicks and struggles but stops when I tug her under me and straddle her body.
She is much smaller than me, her strength no match for mine even in my new form. There is pleasure at the thought. More pleasure than having the femdragon would have given me.
Her eyes widen to dark beautiful orbs, fluttering shut from the rain. My body stiffens. Her lips part. Her gaze runs up and down my face and body.
“You,” I rasp. “You have taken everything from me.”
Her eyes narrow and I focus on them, missing her stick as it comes up and slams into the side of my head, knocking me out.
6
Aida Drags Home a Dragon
“Wake up!” I yell, standing over the male who’s out cold. I struck him impulsively, not thinking what I would do next. He doesn’t stir.
Guilt settles deep as I look upon what I’ve done. One minute, I was facing two battling dragons, trying to survive—the next, they’re gone and a frightening large manbeast has me under him. It is not my fault! I was protecting myself. Yet the guilt grows.
Leaning over him, I cup his face and urge him to get up, but there is no response.
Noticing gashes over his neck, shoulders, and chest, I curse. They’re gnarly and exposed in this weather, and with the lightning continuing everywhere, I begin to worry for his safety from the storm. Bright light flashes over his form, and my mouth drops.
It’s just your head, I tell myself. I know I hit it and lost consciousness at some point in the mayhem. But I can’t deny the long silvery blue horns coming from the male’s head, or what looks like a scaly tail rising from his lower back…
Nor his nakedness. My eyes widen and I glance away, searching for a place to go before the tide reaches us. Though the image of his solid, erect cock imprints on my mind… how it lies against the wet sand.
If I doubted he was the enormous water dragon I had touched, I believe now.
Squeezing my eyes closed and rubbing my brow, I push the image away. It’s wrong to check him out right now.
I hear a low moan and my eyes snap open. His fingers reach for his neck.
In a rush, I pull off my top, ripping it down the back, leaving only a tight band to cover my