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lungs
expanded her nose filled with a divine smell. She’d only ever encountered it
once before—on the rescue shuttle. The pure sent of dragon was soft, illusive
and not as sexy as it was when combined with aroused Enforcer. Nevertheless,
the scents were similar enough that she found herself taking another deep
breath. Then her pulse rate started to ease.
    Once Chelsea got over her initial fear and she accepted the
fact that she wasn’t going to be dragon food, she actually relaxed into the
experience. Benmonth’s touch was soft and his rhythmic snuffles were kind of
soothing and—there was no getting around it—the nuzzling was adorable. It
shouldn’t have been, it should have been really scary but there was so much
puppy in it Chelsea couldn’t resist softening toward the dragon. And even as
she made the admission she knew she was certifiable.
    As soon as Benmonth moved away, Tarkan threw his arm around
her shoulders and pulled her close. He was dressed now, he must have donned his
clothes while she was dragon-bonding and sadly for her, being clothed didn’t
make him any less distracting. The gray, long-sleeved leather tunic and
trousers were sexy-hot, as were the black knee-high boots. His shoulder-length
mane had dried enough to fluff around his head and he had a belt with two
knives attached buckled low on his waist. When she cast a glance at Ari she saw
he was similarly dressed.
    Tarkan grinned down at her. “Benmonth likes you. He says
your scent is good.”
    Chelsea frowned up at him. “He talks to you?”
    “Yes. A black can speak mind-to-mind with any Enforcer, and
we can speak to any battle-dragon should the need arise. But for the most part
we stick to our dragon and his or her mate.”
    She wasn’t sure how to respond to bit of information. “Okay,
good to know.”
    “Now it’s Annlyss’ turn to meet you.”
    Oh god, surely once was enough. But no, Tarkan hauled her a
couple of meters to the side and the entire process was conducted again, this
time with the dark-gray dragon. On the second go-round, Chelsea relaxed quickly
and the experience was almost enjoyable. Annlyss’ curiosity seemed softer, more
personal somehow, as if she were interested in Chelsea for herself, not just as
an intellectual curiosity. It made it easier to warm to the enormous gray, who
was apparently referred to as a black.
    When the sniff-and-nuzzle was concluded to the Enforcers
satisfaction, Tarkan gave her a big cheesy grin and led her back to Benmonth. “All
done. Now we can go back to the den and begin negotiations.” He nodded to Ari.
“I’ll take Chelsea on Benmonth with me but would you mind mounting up behind
her? I want her to feel safe on her first ride.”
    Ride? Ride? Hell no. No way. “Now wait just a minute. If you
think I’m going to climb the dragon mountain and go for a ride, you are
completely delusional.” She backed away, ass out as Tarkan held onto her wrist
and wouldn’t budge. Then Ari scooped her up and while she was kicking and
screaming and begging to be put down, Tarkan climbed up to sit at the junction
where Benmonth’s neck and shoulders met. Ari adjusted his hold to plaster her
back to his front and gripped her like a vise, wrapping one strong leg around
hers to stop her from kicking.
    Chelsea felt a surge of triumph. These two smartasses weren’t
going to get her on Benmonth if Ari had to use both arms and legs to pin her
into submission. Then a large gray claw appeared in her peripheral vision,
wrapped around them and lifted them into the air. That’s when all the fight
went out of her. Too much, too weird, way too far out of her control. She
stayed rigid in Ari’s arms while they dangled for a moment in the air before
they were placed gently on Benmonth’s back.
    Ari released her and quickly raised the hem of her gown so
he could tuck his hands under her knees. He lifted her legs so she spread up
and out a little, which allowed Tarkan to drag them forward and wedge