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An Excerpt From: THE DRAGON’S WOMAN
Copyright © SHILOH WALKER, 2006.
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Sunning himself in the field, Eilrah lifted his face to the sky and stretched, feeling the muscles inside his powerful body unfurl, the tension of the past weeks slowly draining away.
Well, some of it. Not all. All of it would not leave until he gave in to the urge to find himself a female and mate. A thick plume of smoke drifted from his nares and a rumble rose from deep in his chest. Sexual need spread through him—taut, palpable, heavy. He ached, he hungered, something he hadn’t truly experienced until he had bonded with his priestess.
Not in any of the forms he wore.
Never, never had he realized what would happen when he bonded so deeply with Eiona and Kye all those years ago. Granted, he was a young dragon, and had not taken a priestess bond before. You would think one of the elders would have shared such knowledge with him.
It certainly would have made his life a bit easier over the past few years if he had known what to expect. The first time, he hadn’t fought it, even though he hadn’t known what was happening. It was magick—magick was a part of him and he had always accepted it.
But when the magick cleared and he could see through the glittering red smoke that had wrapped around him, he was much, much closer to the ground than he had ever been. From a height of nearly fifty feet to not even six. The scales of ruby red were gone and instead, he had worn smooth, human skin.
And he had ached....