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was just about to reach for the door of his cabin when it was suddenly and violently kicked open. Splinters of wood exploded like tiny missiles in every direction.
Chance stumbled back, clutching desperately onto Bronwyn so she wouldn’t be hurt in the blast. Slivers of heated wood pierced through his flesh like a hot knife through butter.
He hissed even as he turned into the blast to take the full brunt of it into himself.
Bronwyn cried out, struggling to break free. “Chance, you’re hurt!”
“I’ll live,” he snapped.
But a thunder-like roar erupted behind him, shaking the very ground beneath his feet and silencing any further words from them.
He turned just in time to see a nightmarish thing come winging through the blasted-out door. A green-and-golden-scaled dragon moved with astonishing speed into the sky, but that wasn’t the oddest sight.
No, the strangest thing was the fact that his brother Phoenix, who was easily twice as large as Chance, was clutched in its taloned grip as it flew them both toward the clouds.
Chance’s eyes grew wide as he watched his struggling, roaring brother disappear from sight just seconds later.
He and Bronwyn stood in silence for some time before she finally chuckled. “And you thought you had it bad with a crow. Seems like your brother tagged himself a dragoness.”
He shook his head. “Not just any dragoness.” He’d recognized those scales immediately. Madison worked at August’s bar and had a temper like… well, a dragon. A dragon he’d dumped not once, but twice. A dragon who, at this point, pretty much hated his guts. “Phoenix is in for hell.”
They laughed.
Chapter 7
Bronwyn
It had taken Chance all of that day to fix the extensive damage done to their cabin door. He’d piled mounds of furs on Bronwyn to help keep her temperature at a balmy ninety degrees.
They’d barely moved from the bed in the week and a half since she’d come back to him.
She was three times as large as she’d been when she’d first made the journey to find her bear. In less than a week’s time, they would be welcoming their tiny new cub into the world.
“Do you wish food?” he asked, running his fingers along her naked belly.
She laughed when their child kicked at his palm. His eyes widened, and a grin of delight spread across his gorgeous features.
No matter how many times he felt their child, Chance always marveled at the touch of it as though it were the first. “He’s strong.”
She snorted, brushing his palm off. “ He could be a she . And then what will you do, Chance?”
His nostrils flared. “Then I’ll kill any male stupid enough to try and take her from us.”
“You mean the way you took me from my peoples?” Her words sparkled with laughter.
She was happy. Blissful, really. Every night, they made love by the gentle glow of a campfire. And in the days since she had arrived, they’d taken the time to learn each other, not just physically but spiritually, in a way that mattered. They focused on learning all the intricate little nuances of what it meant to be with each other.
Already, she felt like she’d known him his whole life.
Chance was a rapscallion with a devilish streak a mile long. But he adored her. If she wanted for anything, he was always there, anticipating her every move. If she needed to go to the privy, if she mentioned wanting food, if she said anything , he was there.
He poked her in the ribs. “Totally different, and you know it.”
She slapped his hand, hard, and gave him a grr for emphasis.
“Little bird’s got teeth. Hot,” he said with a cocky half-grin and a wink before swooping in and stealing another heart-stopping kiss.
His kisses turned her into a puddle of mush. She might be as round as a giant boulder at the moment, but she had never felt sexier.
“You. You,” she stuttered in between kisses.
“Yes?” he asked with a brow lift.
Gods, he was gorgeous. And sometimes that was so annoying, like now
Chance stumbled back, clutching desperately onto Bronwyn so she wouldn’t be hurt in the blast. Slivers of heated wood pierced through his flesh like a hot knife through butter.
He hissed even as he turned into the blast to take the full brunt of it into himself.
Bronwyn cried out, struggling to break free. “Chance, you’re hurt!”
“I’ll live,” he snapped.
But a thunder-like roar erupted behind him, shaking the very ground beneath his feet and silencing any further words from them.
He turned just in time to see a nightmarish thing come winging through the blasted-out door. A green-and-golden-scaled dragon moved with astonishing speed into the sky, but that wasn’t the oddest sight.
No, the strangest thing was the fact that his brother Phoenix, who was easily twice as large as Chance, was clutched in its taloned grip as it flew them both toward the clouds.
Chance’s eyes grew wide as he watched his struggling, roaring brother disappear from sight just seconds later.
He and Bronwyn stood in silence for some time before she finally chuckled. “And you thought you had it bad with a crow. Seems like your brother tagged himself a dragoness.”
He shook his head. “Not just any dragoness.” He’d recognized those scales immediately. Madison worked at August’s bar and had a temper like… well, a dragon. A dragon he’d dumped not once, but twice. A dragon who, at this point, pretty much hated his guts. “Phoenix is in for hell.”
They laughed.
Chapter 7
Bronwyn
It had taken Chance all of that day to fix the extensive damage done to their cabin door. He’d piled mounds of furs on Bronwyn to help keep her temperature at a balmy ninety degrees.
They’d barely moved from the bed in the week and a half since she’d come back to him.
She was three times as large as she’d been when she’d first made the journey to find her bear. In less than a week’s time, they would be welcoming their tiny new cub into the world.
“Do you wish food?” he asked, running his fingers along her naked belly.
She laughed when their child kicked at his palm. His eyes widened, and a grin of delight spread across his gorgeous features.
No matter how many times he felt their child, Chance always marveled at the touch of it as though it were the first. “He’s strong.”
She snorted, brushing his palm off. “ He could be a she . And then what will you do, Chance?”
His nostrils flared. “Then I’ll kill any male stupid enough to try and take her from us.”
“You mean the way you took me from my peoples?” Her words sparkled with laughter.
She was happy. Blissful, really. Every night, they made love by the gentle glow of a campfire. And in the days since she had arrived, they’d taken the time to learn each other, not just physically but spiritually, in a way that mattered. They focused on learning all the intricate little nuances of what it meant to be with each other.
Already, she felt like she’d known him his whole life.
Chance was a rapscallion with a devilish streak a mile long. But he adored her. If she wanted for anything, he was always there, anticipating her every move. If she needed to go to the privy, if she mentioned wanting food, if she said anything , he was there.
He poked her in the ribs. “Totally different, and you know it.”
She slapped his hand, hard, and gave him a grr for emphasis.
“Little bird’s got teeth. Hot,” he said with a cocky half-grin and a wink before swooping in and stealing another heart-stopping kiss.
His kisses turned her into a puddle of mush. She might be as round as a giant boulder at the moment, but she had never felt sexier.
“You. You,” she stuttered in between kisses.
“Yes?” he asked with a brow lift.
Gods, he was gorgeous. And sometimes that was so annoying, like now
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