Hatched by Celia Kyle

Author:Celia Kyle [Kyle, Celia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-11-01T00:00:00+00:00

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The world around Taulan remained muffled and gray. Large callused hands on his skin kept him grounded in life while the skies tempted him to take his final flight to avoid the pain.

Pain.

It was his constant companion. A never-ending tightness that would not leave him be. Yes, his hand still throbbed and wetness coated his flesh, but it was nothing compared to the all-consuming agony that continued on and on.

Voices filled the air, one not discernable from another, but each carrying the deep, masculine tones of males. Occasionally a female voice overlaid them, the sharp edge telling him the female—females?—were agitated and angry. Why had the males not given the females all they desired? Why did they continue to upset the females?

Why…

The tightness struck once more, wrapping around his abdomen and encompassing his body from chest to knees. It squeezed and constricted, encouraging him to curl into a small ball.

Instinctually, he fought to do just that, to roll onto his side and condense his large size as small as possible, but…

But when he pulled, he found himself bound. Bound? Who would dare bind the War Master? Had he been taken captive?

Taulan tried once more and a moan escaped his lips. Damn his weakness to the skies! He had not whined like a dragonlet when he’d lost his wings. He should be stronger even as he suffered this torture at his captives’ hands.

The voices surrounding him increased, murmurs transforming into… shouts? He was not sure. Not when his mind remained muddled and blanketed by dark clouds. But one voice, one feminine tone edged with a hard line of determination, reached out to him. It stretched for his mind and gave him the strength to fight past the overwhelming pain.

“Shaa kouva,” he whispered the endearment, pushing the three syllables past dry lips.

Grunts and growls filled the air only to be followed by female voices he recognized—recognized, yet didn’t? Was that possible?

He did not know. In truth, he did not want to know, not when a set of scratchy hands were replaced by the delicate caress of his mate’s fingers. He sighed and turned his head, leaning into her gentle touch. The feel of her hands on his body—sliding over his chest, up his neck to finally cup his cheek—did nothing for the pain, but it gave him the strength to push past its unending assault.

Taulan should regret Lana’s presence. He should rage that she’d also been captured by the ones who hurt him so badly, but… but he truly was a dragonlet at heart, a young male in need of comfort.

He nuzzled her palm and breathed deep, drawing her scent into his lungs. He savored the sweetness tinged with a hint of other that came from their dragonlets still resting inside her.

“Shaa kouvi,” she murmured in return and then warm, moist lips caressed his forehead—a gentle kiss that did much to soothe the rampaging aches that continued to plague him. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Her voice sounded nearly as strained as his own, and he wondered if it was a trick.

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