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dream
    snippets now flashing through his mind. He was a little
    ashamed he’d conjured up such a dirty vision of Cora
    touching herself. Despite the shame, Stig started to get
    hard at the images of Cora sliding tongue-slicked fingers
    into her tight cunt. Her breathless moans as she came rang
    in his ears. The urge to work the head of his cock
    overwhelmed him.
    God! What kind of a pervert was he?
    Stig shook his head, got dressed, and left the unlocked
    chamber. He climbed the stairs slowly, his body still sore
    from its night of punishment. He hesitated on the top step
    and listened carefully. His highly acute dragon senses
    picked up on the faint sound of Cora’s deep and relaxed
    breaths.
    Certain she still slept, Stig cautiously entered the
    kitchen and quietly crept up to his bedroom. His gaze
    hovered on Cora’s door. Standing in such close proximity,
    Stig was overwhelmed by her scent. The light, bright
    smell of freshly cut grass and some kind of citrus tickled
    his nostrils. And there, even more powerful, was the musk
    of sex.
    That was a scent he hadn’t expected. Stig inhaled
    deeply and confirmed his initial identification. The smell
    of her arousal filtered through him, setting his body on
    edge. He could practically taste her sweet pussy. His
    tongue slipped out to wet his lips in anticipation. He took
    a step toward her door before stopping abruptly.
    “What the fuck are you doing?” His harsh whisper
    sounded incredibly loud in the quiet house. It was enough
    to shake him from his lust-induced stupor.
    With a gulp, Stig took a step back and tried to make
    sense of his primal urge. He remembered his dreams. The
    sight of Cora writhing atop her bed spurred his desire. A
    troubling thought entered his mind. What if that hadn’t
    been a dream after all? What if he’d connected with Cora
    on a much more intimate level?
    “Shit.” Stig turned on his heel and shut himself away in
    the bathroom. He started a hot shower and peeled out of
    his clothing. A quick glimpse in the mirror and he caught
    the flash of his dragon’s reptilian eyes. The beast was
    subdued during daylight but lurked and waited for his
    chance to strike. If Cora’s smell made him ravenous with
    need, how the hell was he supposed to control himself in
    the same room with her?
    With a groan of frustration, Stig stepped into the shower
    and stuck his face in the bracing spray. The blast of hot
    water cleared his foggy head. After a night forced into
    dragon form, he always woke a little groggy and confused.
    Hopefully a shower and some breakfast would allow him
    enough time to get his dragon instincts under control. He
    couldn’t risk behaving inappropriately with Cora—or
    revealing his true identity.
    Shit. Cora. What the hell was he going to do about her?
    She couldn’t stay here—that was for damn sure. Until his
    mating period ended, it was too dangerous to keep her
    nearby. She spurred his arousal into dizzying heights. He
    couldn’t imagine how strong his scent must have been last
    night. Were it not for the safety of his lair, he’d have been
    a bright shining beacon for the Knights who hunted his
    kind.
    Thankfully his human form produced very little dragon
    scent of any kind. The sunlight burned away whatever
    excess might have clung to him. In the old days, dragons
    had used the precious daylight hours to move from hiding
    place to hiding place, their scent signature masked.
    Shunning—the practice of separating males about to go
    into heat—had been common among the small tribes.
    Separate one to save many.
    By the dawning of the twentieth century, new
    compounds were discovered by the alchemists among the
    dragon communities that suppressed the heat phases. The
    side effects were mostly intolerable and often dangerous.
    Stig had requested the drugs to suppress his phases during
    his military service. Because the Brotherhood of the Green
    Hide—the dragons charged with protecting their species
    from the slayers of the