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An Excerpt From: SPELLBOUND ANTHOLOGY: Erotic Fairy Tales
WindRush
 Copyright CHARLOTTE BOYETT-COMPO et al, 2009.
All Rights Reserved, Ravenous Romance
“So,” he said, looking around for a way to escape but the only exit was behind the beast. He knew he wouldn’t make it ten feet before he was gobbled up. A vivid image of being crunched between those gleaming white fangs then having his thigh bone used as a toothpick, didn’t appeal to him. “What are you going to…?”
He stopped—the words freezing in his throat—for the creature pushed up from the cave floor and came sidling toward him, the long tail dragging behind it. A low whimper escaped Hayver and he pressed against the stone, wishing he could become one with the limestone wall.
Claws ticking on the rocky ground, spiny barbs scraping against the cave’s ceiling, the beast thrust its triangular visage with its flaring black nostrils and wisp of a reddish goatee right into Hayver’s terrified face. He could smell the crisp of ash on its breath but it wasn’t an unpleasant smell—more like piles of dried leaves smoldering on a crisp autumn afternoon.
“Please don’t eat me,” he pleaded. “I may look good but I would really leave a bad taste in your mouth.”
The dragon’s maw opened in a fang-loaded grin. A gleam entered those glowing eyes and it turned its head, offering its jaw.
Hayver’s brows slashed together. “What? You want a kiss?”
The long neck swiveled so the creature was looking him in the eye. For a moment it just stared at him then turned its head once more.
“You want a kiss,” he stated, disbelief lifting his brows into his wet hairline.
A low, purring sound came from the beast and one of its front paws lifted, pawed delicately at the ground. The horny spikes on the eye ridge fluttered several times and the pale tinge of rose pulsed along the bony protrusions just under the eye sockets.
Pressed against the wall, there was nowhere for Hayver to go. He couldn’t get around the beast and—even if he could—it would be on him before he got very far. Just imaging behind stamped down by one of those massive paws sent a shiver down his spine.
As he stood there trying to decide if he was going to become a meal or not, the creature bumped its jaw on his chest. It wasn’t a hard bump, just a delicate little push. Then it rubbed its head against him like a cat would its owner’s leg, purring the entire time.
“Why you little flirt,” he heard himself say and was rewarded with the offer of a kiss to the scaly jaw once more. He swallowed. “And you’re persistent.”
Well, he thought, he’d slept with many a woman on his way up to the top of the male supermodel gig. Actors weren’t the only dudes who made good use of the casting couch. He’d had flings with women old enough to be his mother and some who’d been rode hard and put up wet long before he knew them. His sexual expertise had been honed with power brokers and agency owners who were only one step away from being flesh peddlers. It wasn’t as though he had any scruples about pleasuring homely women. But a dragon?
“Ah, no offense, sweetie, but I’m not into bestiality. I…”
Once more the jaw was rubbed against his chest and then held there, the low purring vibrating through his body from the close contact. The paw scraped at the ground again.
“Okay,” he said, reaching up to clumsily pat the creature’s spade-like head. His hand bounced above the scales a few times before with a grimace he lowered his palm to the horny plate.
The feel surprised him. Instead of being hard, the plain of the scales was soft, almost silky and it undulated beneath his palm. He stroked the head then screwing up his courage lowered his lips to the extended jaw and gave the beast a gentle kiss.
A loud sound of contentment came from the long neck of the creature and it moved back, its tail curling around to hook in front of its front paws—vividly reminding him again of a feline.
“No biting now,” he said, hoping the hot look that had suddenly appeared in the beast’s eyes wasn’t a prelude to munching.
One moment the dragon sat there and in the next a plume of lavender smoke burst from its body. The haze was so thick Hayver couldn’t see the beast. He coughed, fanning away the thick waves of sweet-smelling vapors. As it began to clear, he realized the creature had disappeared and in its place…
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