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Authors: Mandy M. Roth
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“Sachin, I’ve seen all of you already. It’s what got me into trouble to start with.”
“Close your eyes.”
She obeyed and heard a flapping noise.
“Open them.”
A wave of dizziness swept through Paige as she stared at the man she loved, his wings spread wide. “You’re a…oh my,” she said before swaying.
Sachin was suddenly there, pulling her to his chest. “Are you well?”
“You’re a bird man.” Paige tried to think of something profound to offer but came up empty. “Whoa.”
Sachin’s nervous chuckle seemed to set her at ease but she wasn’t sure why. It did remind her of the man she’d come to love, helping to tone down the very real fact that he was more than met the eye.
She reached out to touch one of his wings but stopped just shy of making contact. “Will I hurt you?”
His silver gaze lit with amusement. “No, but you will run the risk of making me want to be buried deep within you.” He licked his lower lip. “When a Buteos Regalis male has his wings caressed by his female…his mate…they tell me it is extremely erotic. I would not know—yet.”
Paige jerked her hand back and Sachin laughed long and loud. “What? I’ve seen how insatiable you are when not getting your wings stroked.” She blushed. “That sounded dirty, didn’t it?”
He stiffened and stared up at the night sky. “Paige,” his voice was low, “go into the house and do not come out, regardless what you hear.”
Fear slammed through her. “What’s wrong?” She looked up too, trying to see whatever threat he obviously did, but found none.
“Go!” Sachin shoved her towards the door. “I did not think I would be followed. If they find you, they will use you against me and—”
He didn’t need to finish his sentence. Paige understood that whatever Sachin was afraid of would not be something she’d want to tangle with. Nodding, she turned and rushed into the house. She glanced back to find Sachin gone.
*
Sachin took flight, the smell of his enemies surrounding him. He knew there was a risk of drawing attention to the farm by frequenting it, but he’d been doing it for so many years he’d grown careless. He’d been foolish to believe he could actually leave the war behind and take leave.
The battle cry of the Falcos filled the night air and Sachin cursed himself for being unarmed. A flash of silver reflected in the moonlight as one of his enemies dove at him, blade extended. He dodged the strike, only just.
Another Falco attacked, this one from his right. Sachin struck out, slamming his fist into the man’s face. Yet another came at him and soon Sachin found himself grossly outnumbered and unarmed.
He locked gazes with a man he’d met in battle before. He was a general for the Falcos and notorious for his cruelty to the women of Sachin’s race. The idea of the bastard getting to Paige in any way gave Sachin the boost he needed to fight on.
Something sharp pierced his side and he glanced down to find the end of a sword stuck straight through him. Time seemed to slow as the sounds of gunfire surrounded him. The enemy lurched back, one by one, and Sachin cupped his side, cutting his hands on the blade as he tumbled towards the ground. He struck the ground hard, driving the sword through his body more, impaling himself fully.
Paige screamed and appeared above him with a rifle in her hand. Sarah was there as well, equally as armed. Sarah touched Paige’s shoulder. “Calm yourself or you’re of no use to him. We can handle this.”
Sachin reached for Sarah. “Not…safe. If they find…either of you…they’ll…”
Sarah gave him a stern, mothering look. “If I shot you in the head, could you get up and attack me?”
Puzzled, he shook his head. A wound such as that to the head would be fatal even for a shifter such as himself. “No.”
She grinned. “Then rest assured, boy, they won’t be bothering us again. When my girl and I aim, we aim to kill, not to maim. What’s
“Sachin, I’ve seen all of you already. It’s what got me into trouble to start with.”
“Close your eyes.”
She obeyed and heard a flapping noise.
“Open them.”
A wave of dizziness swept through Paige as she stared at the man she loved, his wings spread wide. “You’re a…oh my,” she said before swaying.
Sachin was suddenly there, pulling her to his chest. “Are you well?”
“You’re a bird man.” Paige tried to think of something profound to offer but came up empty. “Whoa.”
Sachin’s nervous chuckle seemed to set her at ease but she wasn’t sure why. It did remind her of the man she’d come to love, helping to tone down the very real fact that he was more than met the eye.
She reached out to touch one of his wings but stopped just shy of making contact. “Will I hurt you?”
His silver gaze lit with amusement. “No, but you will run the risk of making me want to be buried deep within you.” He licked his lower lip. “When a Buteos Regalis male has his wings caressed by his female…his mate…they tell me it is extremely erotic. I would not know—yet.”
Paige jerked her hand back and Sachin laughed long and loud. “What? I’ve seen how insatiable you are when not getting your wings stroked.” She blushed. “That sounded dirty, didn’t it?”
He stiffened and stared up at the night sky. “Paige,” his voice was low, “go into the house and do not come out, regardless what you hear.”
Fear slammed through her. “What’s wrong?” She looked up too, trying to see whatever threat he obviously did, but found none.
“Go!” Sachin shoved her towards the door. “I did not think I would be followed. If they find you, they will use you against me and—”
He didn’t need to finish his sentence. Paige understood that whatever Sachin was afraid of would not be something she’d want to tangle with. Nodding, she turned and rushed into the house. She glanced back to find Sachin gone.
*
Sachin took flight, the smell of his enemies surrounding him. He knew there was a risk of drawing attention to the farm by frequenting it, but he’d been doing it for so many years he’d grown careless. He’d been foolish to believe he could actually leave the war behind and take leave.
The battle cry of the Falcos filled the night air and Sachin cursed himself for being unarmed. A flash of silver reflected in the moonlight as one of his enemies dove at him, blade extended. He dodged the strike, only just.
Another Falco attacked, this one from his right. Sachin struck out, slamming his fist into the man’s face. Yet another came at him and soon Sachin found himself grossly outnumbered and unarmed.
He locked gazes with a man he’d met in battle before. He was a general for the Falcos and notorious for his cruelty to the women of Sachin’s race. The idea of the bastard getting to Paige in any way gave Sachin the boost he needed to fight on.
Something sharp pierced his side and he glanced down to find the end of a sword stuck straight through him. Time seemed to slow as the sounds of gunfire surrounded him. The enemy lurched back, one by one, and Sachin cupped his side, cutting his hands on the blade as he tumbled towards the ground. He struck the ground hard, driving the sword through his body more, impaling himself fully.
Paige screamed and appeared above him with a rifle in her hand. Sarah was there as well, equally as armed. Sarah touched Paige’s shoulder. “Calm yourself or you’re of no use to him. We can handle this.”
Sachin reached for Sarah. “Not…safe. If they find…either of you…they’ll…”
Sarah gave him a stern, mothering look. “If I shot you in the head, could you get up and attack me?”
Puzzled, he shook his head. A wound such as that to the head would be fatal even for a shifter such as himself. “No.”
She grinned. “Then rest assured, boy, they won’t be bothering us again. When my girl and I aim, we aim to kill, not to maim. What’s
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