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“You shouldn’t be here.”

Four words. That was always how they started. Squirt would come down the hall, holding her blanket and pillow, and he would greet her with four words. Squirt smiled. She’d spent weeks with the other Omega doing everything they could to get her attention, offer her every treasure they could find, and yet the one she kept seeking out was the man who would only offer her these four words as a gift. “Why do you keep saying that?”

“It’s true.”

“And yet,” Squirt arranged the blanket before the door. “I keep coming back.” She laid on it looking at him with saddened eyes.

Turbo moved his own blanket to the bars and joined her. In any other situation they would be side by side, with nothing between them but insecurities and doubt. The bars kept them physically apart, and yet, there was something evaporating the fears they’d carried all of her life. “Squirt, this fever you fight is not going to get better on this stone floor.”

“You don’t understand.” She turned over and gave him her back. “How can you not understand?”

“Explain it to me, love.”

“My entire life, I’ve felt like a bag of skin, filled with all these broken pieces. Holes, sharp edges. I was never soft like M.J. Or gentle like my mom.” She felt his hand on her hair and stretched to give him better access. “Now this fever, I feel like I’m on actual fire.” She turned over to face him. “Except with you, Turbo.”photo-of-sensual-kissing-couple



When Sally woke up the next time it felt like her lucky day. Drake was fast asleep, making the cutest little panting noises. While she could, she managed to slip into the bathroom and start a shower. There was no way he was getting in the way of her taking a moment to do a complete change of her appearance. Aquos’s mirror was great, but there was no way it was enough.

She was blow-drying her hair when he confronted her. The fierce look in his eyes did little to scare her. “What?”

“You were supposed to be resting.”

“I’m resting better knowing I’m clean and my hair’s pretty.”

“Your hair is always pretty,” he snapped at her. Without a word, he snatched the dryer out of her hands and turned it off. Picking her up, Sally wrapped her arms around his neck with a small sigh. “I wasn’t done yet.”


“First thing first. I would have you know the real me.”

“Okay,” she was helped to her feet by his assistance, though her legs were so shaky from the roller coaster of desire he’d placed her on that it was evident to both of them. Her body felt like a pulsing force of endless need. Sally decided it was wiser to ignore his laughter over her weakness. “Just hurry this up, funny man.”

“I pray you continue to think that when we are done.”

Sally tried for sheer bravado to deal with the simmering cauldron of terror she had in her gut. Her imagination was providing her with one more nightmarish sequence after another. “Drake, the suspense here is killing me.”

“I pray your reaction does not kill me.” Drake pulled out a new thick pair of socks from his dresser to add to her body. It might be summer but the night was chilled. She would not suffer from this experience. He guided her to the bed to sit and knelt before her. Sally put her hand out to stop him, “Drake, what are you doing?”

“You need something for your feet.”

“I can put on my own socks.”

His eyes glowed neon orange as he gazed up at her. “Tending you is my honor and right, woman.” Sally leaned forward and brushed a kiss against his lips. He had to tense all his muscles to keep from leaping on top of her. His response was an out of control fire with a mere hint of a spark from her. This was another sign his patience was wise; she was beginning to initiate contact. Reach out to him. “Your feet will grow cold if we do not cover them.”

Sally let him continue, her toes wiggling in the thick wool of the socks as he secured them. “Where have you been all my life?”

“Looking for you,” his answer came so swift he could not keep it back.


Squirt shrugged, deeply uncomfortable, and wishing he’d just leave. She came here to heal. For privacy. To forget. He was making her … think. The bastard. “My name is an old family name, and it’s weird. I always knew I was weird enough, I didn’t need my name to drive the point home to everybody.”

“Ok, Squirt.” He smiled and that place inside her did the flip-floppy thing so she scowled at him. He reached a hand out to her and she flinched so badly, Mach froze. His eyes continued to move. Over her face, into her hands. She knew her hands were in tight fists, and she was vibrating with unease. She didn’t do touching. Not really. Or at least, Squirt started to swallow fast as the flip-floppy thing moved to her stomach, and she feared throwing up all over her nice clean garage. Mach slowly extended his hand, one finger brushing over her cheek as he moved some pieces of her long hair from her lips and behind her ear. He continued with the molasses thing as he withdrew his hand and returned it to his side. “I’ll learn your name when you’re ready. But …”


“I’m not getting inside you until I do.”

Squirt’s narrowed gaze watched him as he backed up, another of those flip-floppy causing smiles, turned, and left the garage.


Drake’s eyes were pinned on her face as he spoke to his friend and technical leader. “She knocked the cups out of my best friend’s and most hated enemies’ hands at the same time. Managing to get just the one word of warning out, before she was carried under, by the toxin meant for us.”

“Our brothers told me,” Luke assured him.

Drake folded in on himself as he buried his face in the pillow next to her trying to hide his tears. “Do you know she has no confidence in herself? Her family has made her feel like she is so much less than she is. It makes me want to cry every time she looks around in confusion when I compliment her.”

A hand grasped his shoulder and squeezed. “You have much in common.”

“She is meant to be my mate.”


Squirt squared off with the catsu who took the last bound to reach her. Sally could see the girl’s hands tighten into fists. She looked as insignificant as a fly on the side of an elephant. The best landed before her, opened its mouth and released a mighty roar. Sally imagined she could smell the stench of its breath even where she was, so far away. Squirt just stood there. Head tilted back, her form firm, she imagined the girl was just standing there staring death in the eye and feeling nothing.

Her fingers tightened against her stomach, until Drake’s hands covered hers and smoothed. Right. She wasn’t Squirt. She wasn’t alone. Her husband was here.

The catsu stopped, and seemed puzzled as to why the girl wasn’t screaming. Or running. Or doing anything in response.

Squirt rose onto her toes, opened her mouth, and roared back at him.


Sally tried to get her tongue to settle into place so she could respond. Even so her brain was unwilling to provide much in terms of vocabulary. “Ow,” she wailed as her stomach and muscles began to send data to her reawakening nerves. It felt as if someone had cleaned out every inch of her arterial network with hot pokers, and given the rest of her insides a wash with pure acid. Her arms and legs were pummeled, the bones within them the consistency of broken balsa wood. “What happened?”

He began to sob. Tears from his eyes cascaded over her cheeks like a benediction as he gathered her with gentle hands and cradled her body close to him. “Sally-mine, you gave me quite the scare. Don’t ever do that again.”

“Believe me,” she wrapped her arms around him, happy to have him to hold. “I will try to avoid it.” For her, no sign could be greater of where she stood in his life. A man so large and commanding was not used to revealing any weakness. This break in his impregnable façade was like a balm for her quaking heart.dragon_teaser2a


When Sally woke next, she found her dragon draped over and around her, as he liked to do. Cherished. It hit her as if a bolt of lightning sent from the heavens. This was what it was like to be cherished. To have a man hold you as if you were the most precious thing on Earth, and could not stand the thought of even one moment without you by his side. She wondered if any of her siblings had ever known this pleasure.

And felt very sad when she doubted it.

As she tried to do her slither and slide move to go to the bathroom, the arm around her waist tightened, and she found her body wrenched back into the cradle Drake had made of his own. “Where are you going?”

“A girl needs some privacy.”

“Sally-mine, your skin has been cleared of all remnants of illness and sweat. There is no need to shower.”

“I just want to.”

He could hear the pout in her voice, so for his own safety, chose not to look in her face. “Sally-mine, you need to rest.”

Hope flourished in her breast with a speed that left her breathless. “So you want sex?”

“No,” he roared.


a-holiday-weddingThe girl scowled at them and stuck out her tongue when they both laughed. “Only way you’re getting me in skirts is if you sedate me and tie me to something.”

M.J. blushed at her memory of Aquos and her breaking in the suite last night. He’d made sure the bed had several strategic posters, which came in handy. The only reason she even saw the filled closet was that was where he’d gone to get the silk ties they used.



“We need food for the wedding.”

“Right.” Drake stopped and withdrew his arm from his wife. “Love, I completely forgot. I promised to help Stealth and Blade with something. I shall see you soon.”