Page 133 of Centaur Bolt

A moment later, she was writhing in pain. I’d seen Marcus suffer through changes, but seeing Riley did something to me. I struggled to hold her, embracing my own human as her form shrank, the yellow scales falling away to scatter in the grass.

Eventually, she quieted in my arms, shivering. I couldn’t have let her go if my life depended on it.

I would have to if I wanted to be free. But a few more seconds couldn’t hurt. As long as we crouched here, wrapped together, my human, my monster, and my beast were content to share the same skin.

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Riley

I lay in Havoc’s arms, and shivered.

I’d fucked him. As aDragon.

The actual act had seemed so surreal—the joining as the wind rushed past us and the ground loomed ever nearer. But then—he’d shown me how to fly.

And it had set my spirit free.

Now, with his strong arms closed around me, my mind spun. Because this felt so damn right. Cosmic, if I was going to put a word to it.

How could I feel so strongly about this, and yet, still want Marcus too?

There were two possibilities. One, I was a whore.

But the second was the one that resonated with my soul. As Kiko’s words drifted through my mind, I remembered my dreams. And how in each and every one, there had beenthree moons.

It had been a sign, if I’d had the wits to grasp it. Three. Marcus and Havoc. But who was the third?

And then I knew. Rafael. Rafael was the third.

I didn’t need the warmth spreading through me to confirm the truth.

Fate had given methree.

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Havoc

I dropped to my knees, wrapping my arms around Riley. The harder she shivered, the closer I held her. Couldn’t have stopped myself, even if I wanted to.

One small hand reached up to touch my jaw. Too late, I realized the trap—as much as I told myself to pull away, I couldn’t do it. My no-one-touches-me rule vaporized like fog in the wind.

She wrapped her other hand in my hair and pulled me down to her. And then, she kissed me.

She’d done this in the dream. It had been tantalizing then. But here, in real life—electrifying. The warmth of her lips on mine—and then, her hot mini tongue pushing between, tickling and teasing.

This time there were no Dragon pheromones to explain the sudden surge of pure lust that coursed through me. Mating a cycling Dragon was about biology. This was something much, much more.

Fate.

Even as the thought blasted through my brain, it was buried beneath the avalanche of sensation unleashed by her slim fingers. As my lips plundered hers, she danced them along my chest to tweak my nipple, and I quivered. Then they moved lower and touched what jutted up between us.

And shepurred. “That’s at least a seven,” she whispered.

I had no idea what she was talking about, and I didn’t care, either. I rolled back until I sat on the ground, and my hands pulled her into my lap. She was so tiny, just a little slip of a thing, and yet so fierce. Then she lowered her head to encase the tip of me in her hot, wet mouth.

In that moment, I sold her my soul. No one touched me as a human, that was my rule. Xumi had broken it when I hadn’t been given a choice. But this was different. The very core of me not only craved every stroke of that tongue.

It demanded more.

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