Page 130 of Centaur Bolt

Despite my frantic flapping, I spun in useless circles, barely remaining aloft. The green Dragon swooped toward me, and his talons closed around the base of my wings. He reeked of lust, and his grip stopped my spinning. But my new beast wasn’t going to settle for just any Dragon. I turned on him, teeth snapping—

And Havoc plowed right into him, knocking me free. Unable to get any rhythm to my wings, I tumbled toward the trees below. They suddenly looked less soft and leafy, and more pointy and branchy.

Mere feet above them, something grabbed me again. I twisted, ready to snap—and looked up into glowing copper eyes.

He was covered in blood, but it was Havoc. The rush of pure lust that shot through left me shaking.

My Dragon wanted me to tilt my head back and offer him my throat. But I wasn’t really a Dragon. Right? And I loved Marcus. Didn’t I?

Wrapped up in the internal battle, my wings went limp. Havoc pulled me close beneath him.

But we weren’t alone in this sky. With a crunch, another Dragon slammed into him from the side. There, and then gone, but I looked past Havoc to see more arrowing toward us.

A blast of red energy scorched through me and into Havoc—and I knew I had to get us away.

My power wavered within me, and the uncertainty fed into my panic. Havoc was huge, and now I was big, too. How would that affect the Jump? The academy was realms away…

A green Dragon dealt us a glancing blow, raking talons across Havoc’s wing, and I reached. The white noise was slow to come, but then…

Snap.

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We hung suspended, enveloped in golden light.

And then we fell. We hit hard, and a wall of water crashed up around us. I choked on it, the world spinning.

Strong arms pulled me clear. Crimson wings spread, then beat, carrying me above the water and reeds to the shore. The rising moon chased silver over an old, twisted tree.

Recognition dawned. We’d landed in the pond where I’d first found them.

My men.

The words popped into my head, and although a part of me screamedwhat the fuck, they created a heat that all but consumed me. When Havoc set me down on the shore, I didn’t want him to let go. My entire body shook, and the world spun, but his scent wrapped around me—spicy, with a hint of ozone.

It wove through my soul. My Dragon ached for him.

He landed beside me. From the angle at which I lay, there was little doubt that he felt the same way. Yowza. Kiko would faint. Magnificent wasn’t enough of a word. Those copper eyes gleamed hungrily, and I wasn’t sure if it was Havoc that looked out at me—that glimmer was almost wild, bestial. When he inhaled, what dangled below quivered, and the movement radiated through his limbs. As though he struggled to hold himself back.

He wasmine.Mine.The beast I’d become craved him.

Heat flushed through me. My wanton inner Dragon envisioned a coupling that was completely foreign to me. Starlight and wind and plummeting to earth—but first, she pushed at me to fly, so he could chase.

Considering my flying skills, it wouldn’t be much of a contest. Fortunately, however, wings weren’t my only option. And the lust flowing through me lent me strength...

I rolled seductively, enjoying the sinewy power in my golden-scaled muscles. His mouth dropped open as his gaze trailed along my body.

They shot wide as I buried my hind talons into the ground, and launched myself, full gallop, into the trees.

My Dragon body was not built for slipping between trunks. My clumsy four-legged progress was more of a trail-clearing smash than a graceful dart, but he was larger than me, and the path I cleared was not wide enough for him. He growled as he followed, and the trees bent and fell before him.

I held my wings tight to my sleek form and concentrated on the chase. I was faster than him, even if I left shattered branches along with a powerful scent trail in my wake.

By the rumble emanating from him, he was totally ensnared by my Dragon. My jaws opened in a beasty laugh as I ducked and dodged and leaped. The occasional snarl showed that not only was he larger, but pokey branches were a hazard in his current state.

I grew more proficient on four legs, and better at snaking through the trunks. While he only grew more frustrated.

There was a loud crash. Branches rained on me from behind—and a huge shadow passed between me and the moon. He’d abandoned the chase? Disappointment slowed me down. Should I try to join him in the sky?

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