OdessaSoft tender pressure creeped up my shoulder, the touches eventually swept across my slightly sore shoulder. Hot breath rolled down between my breasts, causing me to sigh contentedly. The light behind my eyes made me groan. I felt like had just fallen asleep, and it was already time to start the day. I was too used to the dark cave, where I could sleep as late as wanted, not knowing when the day started or began.As long as Creed was with me, it didn’t really matter. Hands engulfed my waist, the soft pressure on my neck trailed up my jaw and now placed on my lips. Creed’s warmth hovered over my body, his lips now pressing, urging against mine. If anyone else had tried to wake me, I would have for sure thrown something across the room to let me sleep just five more minutes but with Creed, he could wake me at anytime and I would be elated to see the happiness in his eyes.“Morning

OdessaHow stubborn could this dragon be? My hands are holding his face, making him stare into my eyes like he could read the soul within me. Does he think so lowly of himself that I deserve another? The thought angers me, the thought alone that some goddess up in heaven thinks that this man is unworthy for the sake of being a bastard child. My eyes soften, stroking his cheek and possibly a tear. One wouldn’t know if it was a water droplet from the waterfall’s constant roar or if it came from his eyes.“Listen to your dragon, Creed. I only want you, you are the only one that would make me happy,” I pleaded. I pleaded like a little girl wanting the lollipop from the candy store. How did I result to this? Also begging for a man not like me in the slightest. I promised myself I would never succumb to such a thing, especially with stories and stories I had written, but this was different. Different land, culture, men and women, creatures of unexpect

Odessa “Orion, right now isn’t the time to play cryptic. These two have been to hell and back, and I don’t think Odessa could take much more.” Sadie stood up, joining Orion on the other side of the table. “Of course not, I would never think of such a thing,” his fangs lengthened, smiling down at us. It reminded me of the vampires before they fed. My heart raced and Orion’s face immediately fell. “Oh, you’re that serious. I’m terribly sorry. I really mean nothing by it.” “You are so insensitive to others,” the beautiful butterfly winged woman named Willa approached. Her white hair with beautifully colored tips swayed across her matching outfit with her mate. “She’s scared to death. Can you not see that?” Orion’s once mischievous face softened. “Sorry, Darling, I was concentrating on your friend here.” His eyes glanced over to Creed. “I would have thought your aura would be darker, but there isn’t a bit of blackness in your heart, yet your soul, your so

CreedMy hand went up to scratch my face as some of the salt spread around my body tickled my nose, only to find that my hands were stuck to the ground. “For your protection,” Glinda began stirring something in a small bowl in her hand. “You cannot move and try your best to control your dragon. We will bypass him and going straight for your soul. He protects you. He will want to fight back. We’ve also put a shield around the area, just in case he lets his presence known.”The more Glinda talked, the more I became troubled. My dragon could hear everything she was saying, and being restrained was enough to stir his concern. He was an animal, not completely understanding that another species was going to help us. Our own kind pushed us away, and we have been alone for too long to for him to understand the help we were about to receive.“Ready,” one of her sisters said. Three of the othe

Creed I couldn’t sleep. I was too enthralled with my mate. She was sleeping peacefully, her body completely limp as the soft snores left her pouty lips. Her eyes twitched as she dreamed. My hand constantly stroking my mark, now with a healed scar and a lightly colored dragon’s head in the middle. Dragons were one of the few shifters known to leave a tattoo like head that matched that of our dragon. I had only seen it on my mother a few times. It was very light, but Odessa’s seem to grow darker and darker by the hour. In fact, several dragons in the tribe had dark marks. Maybe it was because my father was an alpha and my mother’s descended blood from several generations ago might have been a factor for the lightly colored tattoo because I had seen no others with the same. The beautiful gold designs adorned on Odessa’s body had been smeared and smudged by my fingerprints in all the right places. My fingers still continued to stroke every last part while she sle