Page 114 of Centaur Bolt

Doling out death, for me, always had one ending. And I was accustomed to finishing it with a graceful Dragona.

Not an option this time. Instead, I needed hands.

With my Deranger and my Dragon both pushing at me, transforming to human was incredibly difficult and, in my current state of arousal, painful, too.

Finally, gasping for breath, I dropped to my knees onto the unyielding rock. The driving rain formed miniature rivers through the blood on my skin. My battle with the Dragons had left me sliced to ribbons, and I wasn’t healing quite as fast as normal. The drug in the darts was part of it. The damned Bellati had also pierced me with the full length of his spiral sword, and that wound pulsed blood.

I ignored all of it, and took myself in hand. While my inner duo raged at being denied Riley, I danced my fingers over the sensitive tip already desperate for her, and then down my dick. My balls hung heavy and full, and I trembled with the power pushing to be set free.

I’d never tried to deal with it like this. Never had to. In the underworld, there was no shortage of captive female Dragons to ease my burden. And I’d never needed to convince them, either.

At least, not until that last one. And I’d let her go.

That had been a fucking sign. I knew it now. My fingers stroked faster as I imagined Riley in beast form, her scales glowing yellow in the sunlight. Of climbing beyond the clouds, and then falling. Of the slick thrust and slide as the air rushed past, and the ground grew ever closer…

My head fell back on my neck, and I rumbled a growl that didn’t end. My balls drew up tight. My dick kicked in my hand and then quivered. I imagined her silken folds tightening around me—

The eruption was so powerful that I roared, the sound echoing down the mountain. Wave after pulsing wave, my body twitching and shuddering, until at last, it subsided.

But I wasn’t done, and I knew it. I let my hands fall to my sides and breathed in the damp mountain air.

It only granted me minutes before the mere thought of her green-rimmed eyes had me just as hard as I’d been before.

I gripped my dick in my fist and started over.

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Riley

I’d lost sight of the red Dragon.

The branches were too dense to see through, and it was getting dark. Had he survived? I cared more than I ought to, considering I’d only just met him. If I didn’t count the dreams.

According to Kiko and Cara, I should.

We came to a fork in the path Marcus was following. One kept going along the riverbank. The other swung deeper into the trees.

He paused, and I sensed his conflict.

I leaned forward. “He won’t be able to find us if we go too deep into the forest.”

He tossed his head and flattened his ears. My heart twisted. Did it matter if Havoc couldn’t find us?

The answer came from deep within me.Yes.Yes, it did.

I placed a hand on Marcus’s sweaty neck. “We need him,” I said. The words had a ring of truth to them.

With a sigh, he chose the riverbank trail. I strained to see through the trees. Marcus kept the water to our right, and I heard the crash of waves against rocks. Miles rolled by, the sun vanished below the horizon, and Marcus’s breathing grew increasingly labored. His gait was so uneven it was uncomfortable to sit.

I leaned forward to put my hand back on his neck. His mane had whipped the combination of sweat and river water to foam.

“Stop, Marcus. You need to rest.”

He ignored me, concentrating on his footing. The ground this close to the river was difficult at best, filled with boulders and crevasses. If the Dragons dropped the Dires down here, we’d be in trouble.

With a blast of displaced air, a streak flashed by overhead, glinting red in the last rays of the dying sun. Havoc soared along the riverbank. My heart leaped. He was alive!

Marcus’s stride broke, and he burst out into the open. The soaring form climbed, swung around, and then came straight at us. He braked with a crackle of wind on wing, and pivoted in midair. Powerful arms reached around me to grab onto the saddle.

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