Death Stalker: Dragon by C. L. Scholey

Author:C. L. Scholey [Scholey, C. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-04-27T18:30:00+00:00

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Neron could feel his lungs constricting. Snow flew up his nose and down his throat. The Komodo in him was going crazy. Never before had Neron encountered the likes of a blizzard, blinding ice and sleet. His parents vacationed in the tropics sensitive to Neron and his father’s needs. Once, his mother took his siblings to Canada on a trip to ski. They returned bright eyed having loved every second of the trip. They explained snow in great detail. Red frozen fingers, snowmen wearing clothes, skating on ice with razors under your feet. As a young boy, to Neron it sounded disturbing.

Neron was right—snow was horrifying. All he could taste on his tongue was wetness shivering him to the bone. The winds were punishing, pushing him back. His body was slowing. Everywhere he looked there was nothing except more falling snow. Neron wasn’t ready for the sudden attack, Manni was on the defensive and came at him from behind. Both went crashing into a snowbank. Manni had the warmth of fur on his side. Neron sank his teeth into a leg and heard a scream. The spines, when they struck Neron’s thighs and calves, stung. The bacteria in his system would keep him alive if they were death spines, but the numbing paralyses already began. Neron couldn’t feel his feet. The weather could kill him first if he didn’t move to find shelter.

Weakened by the severe storm, Neron watched as Manni slunk off to lick his wounds. The shifter in Neron had enough. His body began to change into human form leaving him more vulnerable. Naked, he lay in a forming drift quivering. Ice pelts stung his flesh, his ass began a series of pin and needle pain before going numb.

“I can’t die,” he muttered under his breath. “My mate…”

Neron tried to reach for the spines in his legs but his hands wouldn’t work. Haven’s face flashed within his thoughts. Her beauty and spirit were a light. His little mate was perfect. She was delicate in all the right places. Her flesh soft and smooth, sweet. He pictured his lips over her rosy mounds and thoughts of her heated him. The harder he imagined her here with him the faster his blood flowed.

His hands twitched. Neron smiled, snowflakes brushed against his teeth. Teeth he wanted to nip her ass with. Teeth that would make her receptive to his blood with a single bite. Haven was saving his life with mere thoughts of her. Her skin would dance under his hands. A clenched fist lowered to pull a single spine from his leg. The action exhausted him, but Neron was far from finished.

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