|by Delilah Hunt |
Cover art: Bryan Keller
|Genre(s): Dark Fantasy, Hot Flashes|
|Theme(s): Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures|
|Length: Hot Flash|
Taryn, a skilled warrior, knows she is indebted to the scarred dragon responsible for saving her village.
Darius is an outcast, a lone dragon without a clan and on the edge of self-destruction. Stalking and protecting Taryn is the only pleasure he knows. After the exotic female entices her way into his lair, only the gods can predict the outcome of their sensuous union.
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Copyright (c)2011 Delilah Hunt
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Taryn, the Amazon, pressed her lips to the horn and blew, the loud noise traveling through the curled ridges. The dragon reared his head from the massive slabs of rock forming an archway into the mountain. Excitement sizzled in her belly. He was coming out of his lair!
Looking upward, Taryn trained her gaze on the dragon now circling in the skies. Flat, spiked horns jutted out from the sides of his head, and large, violet-colored wings glided through the air with apparent ease despite his immense proportions. He snorted loudly, seemingly offended by her presence, and swooped lower. A fiery blaze of orange and red spewed from his slackened jaws. Startled, Taryn sprang backward, grabbing the hilt of her sword and snatching it from the scabbard slung across her back. I didn't come here to fight you, dragon.
Shimmering green scales gleamed in the dusky rays of sunset drifting beyond the horizon. Gods above, this was the closest she'd ever been to him. What on earth had possessed her to trek all day long from her village sequestered in the forest to visit the dragon's lair? Her legs trembled as his wings flapped violently in the evening breeze. Taryn squared her shoulders and widened her stance, pointing the sword forward. Her Amazon sisters would be ashamed if they saw the reaction the dragon was inciting in her. She straightened to her full five feet ten inches, amazingly tall for one not of true Amazonian blood.
Why are you here? His voice echoed inside her head.
Taryn drew in a breath and pushed a thick braid behind her ear. "I have no ulterior motives, except to thank you for aiding my sisters and me yesterday." She slid the sword back into its sheath. "I'm ashamed to admit it, but we were ill-prepared when the centaurs attacked." He hovered in front of her at a distance, his long, spiny tail swaying back and forth. Taryn resisted a smile. She had witnessed him take down two of the centaurs with one powerful sweep of that tail.
Don't expect such assistance from me next time. I offered my aid out of boredom.
Taryn arched an eyebrow. Speaking through telepathy made his lies no less evident. "Were you suffering from boredom a week ago as I took my afternoon bath in the river? Or perhaps you and your dragon friends have mapped out a schedule of my activities."
I have no dragon friends. He roared, smoke filtering from his nostrils.
Glancing up at the isolated crevice inside the mountain, Taryn said in a low voice, "I know."
He stared at her through cold, golden-yellow eyes. The icy stare gave the jagged scar running from below his left horn to the side of lips a bone-chilling appearance. You've said your piece, now leave.
"So you won't admit you've been watching me?" Taryn placed a hand on her hip and shook her head. "That's too bad, dragon, because your cave looks kind of cozy from the outside." Oh, gods. Why had she said that? Only an idiot would tell a monstrous dragon his home was inviting. An idiot who was itching to sleep with said dragon.
He scowled at her and lowered the lid of his damaged eye. Without saying a word, he swished his long tail to the side, his striking wings fanning in the air. The dragon was leaving. She couldn't allow it. Not when she'd thought all night about him and her journey here. "Wait!"
He stopped in mid-flight, staring her down, but saying nothing.
"If you won't answer my questions, at least give me your name."
He lifted his head a notch and curled his lips. Darius.