Brothers - Dexter's Pack - George (Book Five)(14)
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“How’s it going there, alpha?” Zana said as she eyed her mate on the prowl across the battlements once more.
George was more than restless – his beast was back to clawing within him again.
“Don’t call me that,” George bit out.
“Nobody can deny their destiny,” she’d almost said fate, but she was trying hard not to think on her own fate – not that it wasn’t still in the forefront of her mind.
“Fate’s a bitch…” he agreed, shooting a quick look at her and catching the small grimace on her face.
“And then some,” she muttered into the darkness as she turned away from him, but his ears caught her words.
George started to pace in the other direction, but when all of his mind, body, and soul wanted to be where she was – it was like pushing a pyramid up the damn mountain.
He turned on fast feet and started for her…
Zana heard the footsteps behind her that was coming her way. He might have been padding on stone with bare feet, but she caught that sound – she’d been listening hard enough for it the whole time that she’d been alone with him.
She turned in place, eyed the size of the man who only seemed to be getting larger the closer that he got.
His hands were fisted into giant balls at his sides.
His arms stood away from his sides as his muscles tensed.
Those shoulders that spanned wide and blocked out the landscape with a chest that she thought she might just be able to curl up on like a happy cat, and those piercing, bewitching black eyes that were locked and loaded on his prey – her.
His mate.
He was an impressive sight.
Zana didn’t just appreciate that the man was built for a fight. He was one hell of a tempting inducement to get down and dirty.
Her heart kicked her womb with the sweetest jolt of excitement.
Then he was right in front of her. His fists unclenched as he reached out for her hips, those hands locked on her body and he wrenched her towards him.
Zana didn’t back step. She didn’t try to get away from him, because it would have been a useless endeavour – and boy, was she curious…
Her hips slammed into his and her upper body followed. Her breasts pressed against the hard muscles of his chest and sent another jolt to her womb – her stomach flipped over as her head snapped back on her neck and she looked up into those black, soulful eyes…
Curiosity killed the cat – let’s hope not… the words flew in and out of her mind again when George brought his lips down on hers…
For one long moment; time stood still – it might have been shock – it certainly wasn’t surprise, but then everything rushed in at her all at once.
In a rush of heat that swept through her body – she felt as powerful as he looked as he deepened the kiss before she’d even had time to consider it … to consider what to do next.
She needed to do something – her body had come alive in one blast of intense heat and a rush of tingles and jolts that woke up every inch, every dormant feminine need and desire that she’d held at bay for what felt like an eternity…
She just didn’t know what.
CHAPTER TWELVE
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Roloko climbed to the summit of the mountain and turned to look down upon the area. He knew that he was in the right place – he could scent the shifters in the air.
There was magic upon the mountain. It was a gathering place for witches and he could feel it like tiny electric shocks in the air.
His appearance wouldn’t be a surprise. The witches knew that he was coming. He could feel their magic busily searching for his presence…
Spells and potions wouldn’t protect the one that he was seeking. The true alpha’s destiny would be short lived. It had to be – it upset the balance of nature and added a new dimension to it – just as his presence did.
That had been why they had banished the shifters dragons to slumber. Not the men, but the beasts within. Only calling on them when needed…
He’d missed soaring above the earth, and he was going to enjoy every last moment of what he had when he released his dragon from inside.
The beast was ready. More than ready. It wanted out and it clawed inside of him…
Roloko made fast work of shedding his clothes. His body was fevered with the fire of the dragon that had awakened. It burned his skin from the inside out…
Where bear shifters were large and stocky, packed full of hard muscle, and wolf shifters were broad and slender at the hips … a dragon shifter was pure, hard, ripped muscle from their necks to their toes. Standing taller – wider – looming larger – they were the true Greek Gods that mortal man spoke about…
Roloko closed his eyes and gave himself over to his beast.
The dragon burst from inside of him with a deafening screech that echoed through the mountain peaks …
The beast pushed up from the rocks, scattering the small boulders down the face of the mountain, as it stretched out its enormous wings in the prelude to flight…
And then he flew – roared – one flap of his wingspan and he was gone, soaring high into the clouds, and revelling in flight – in freedom.
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The alien sound of the dragon’s screech rattled her mind enough that Zana broke free of her mate. She’d been carried away inside of his arms, but that was only natural considering that the mating pull was definitely working overtime…