Page 3 of Owned By Two

Another male — just as large but with skin the color of a freshwater stream — seized the creature’s wrist and yanked him back.

The fiery shark like creature squared off against the second male.

They pulled their heads back on powerful bull-like neck muscles and slammed their horns together, making a terrificclacksound.

Then they straightened up and stood staring at each other, pressing against each other, like sumo wrestlers.

They didn’t fight, didn’t attack, but looked on the cusp of doing so…

Until finally the fiery creature backed down and turned tail — literally aforkedone — and approached another (unfortunate) female.

My heart was in my throat and I could hardly believe what I had just witnessed.

It was like watching something on the Discovery Channel, only I was right there in the middle of it — the female the two males were fighting over.

Now that I had been “won,” the victor could claim his prize…

I gulped and turned, slowly, to look up at him.

His skin was a shimmering pale blue, perfectly white with blue ripples that shivered across his body.

As I peered closer, I saw that they weren’t ripples at all, but tiny scales flashing like a warning signal to the other males. Or maybe they were a way for him to attract a mate.

I really had no idea. I just knew it was mesmerizing.

Beautiful.

His torso was bare and burnished with muscles so chiseled he might have stepped from an ancient sculpture.

Atop his head sat a twin pair of horns that were the only part of him that didn’t shimmer like a faultless lake.

He extended a hand toward me. “Are you all right?”

His voice chimed with kindness — nothing like the hellish creatures that had Claimed the other females.

“Yes,” I said weakly. “Yes, I’m fine.”

Thanks to you.

He seemed to be waiting for me to do or say something… but what?

He took the initiative and extended his arm toward me, his palm facing me.

I reached out and placed my own palm against his. His skin was so cold and smooth he might have been carved from marble.

It was so sensual, so surprising, that for a moment, I felt self-conscious we were doing something so intimate in a public place.

“Your flesh is of my flesh, your seed is of my seed,” he said.

It seemed to have some kind of meaning for him… but I had no idea what.

Once again, he stood there expectantly, waiting for me to say something.

“Uh, ditto,” I said.

The creature beamed a great big grin that warmed his entire face. He interlocked his fingers with mine and slid his arm along mine so the inside of our forearms touched.

Holding hands!

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